Iris is never on the list of candidates for the head of the family, and his mountain-like parents and siblings shield him from almost all the wind and rain, and the indulgent young son only has to think about where to pick which flower tomorrow and how to give it to his beloved girl.

However, the days of freedom and happiness came to an abrupt end on a warm spring day, when his parents and brother died in a premeditated □□, and his bright and brave sister died in childbirth the next day.

In just two days, the head of the Iris family was left with only the unadult-aged lenkrone.

All semblance of peace was torn apart by a sudden turn of events, and the Jackals were eager to bare their fangs at the weakened Eris family. Before he could recover from the grief of the loss of his loved ones, he was forced to face the guns and arrows from inside and outside the family. He is not as smart as his sister, nor has he been educated as an heir like his brother, and he is all trying to support himself with one breath.

But efforts alone can't restore the massive collapsed building, and if it weren't for the help of his brother-in-law Dylan, the Iris family would have long since ceased to exist.

Lenkrone stood beside the circular corrugated pillar, and the sunlight shone through the pillar, enveloping him in gray shadows.

After a long time, Lenkrone snorted softly. He clenched his fists, the fragile paper crumpled into a tight ball, but his fingers still tightened until his entire arm trembled with overwhelm.

After that incident, the gentle and neutral tree Iris was completely transformed into a vine attached to Francis. It had to draw nutrients from Francis without stopping, or it would be killed by the hot sun, the pouring rain, and the dry or wet winds.

So he had to keep his blood relative, his only nephew, Orin, close to Eris, and be the next lord of Francis.

There can be no mistakes, no disadvantages.

Lenkron gritted his teeth, his eyes bordering on madness.

If anyone comes to stop him, he bites off their neck.

"It's not right to confiscate my son's toys," Eli followed Dylan like a little tail, his waist crossed and a finger stretched out, "You're going to be scolded by many, many people like that." ”

Dylan, who was busy looking for something, suddenly turned around and grabbed Eli's armpit to bring him to eye level.

Eli soared into the air suddenly, her pupils slightly dilated, like a frightened kitten.

"Really?" Dylan deliberately put Eli up with a straight face, and only after noticing Eli's nervous grip on his arm did he show a prank-stricken-winning smile, "Who dares to spit on a powerful lord to his face?" ”

Eli actually thought about it.

The last one who scolded Dylan in front of him was a general of an enemy country, the last one was the head of a family, and the last time he was a prisoner who was arrested and imprisoned......

Well, if nothing else, they should all have accidents.

"They'll scold you behind your back."

Dylan was adored by Eli's serious expression, and he laughed and lifted his youngest son even higher. Eli clenched Dylan's arm nervously, sensing that he was being lifted in the air and changing direction, and before the weightlessness made Eli exclaim, Dylan let him ride on his shoulder.

Eli subconsciously grabbed Dylan's hair. Dylan's hair is a little long, and the silky ends probably hang down to the middle and lower part of the neck, which is very easy to grab in short.

"If you take my hair off, you won't want anything from your field."

Not that would work, in addition to satisfying that craving, Eli also wanted to promote the cultivation of potatoes and sweet potatoes in Francis before this winter. There are not many cards left in the system space, and the ones in the experimental field can still be planted more or less as seeds.

A few plots of land sound small, if there is a real famine, it will be enough to save many people.

Eli swallowed his anger and brushed his hair loosely.

"Someone will really scold you behind your back." Eli reiterated.

"What does it matter?" Dylan slapped Eli's little buttocks, "Grievances like this that I don't dare to say to my face, I've always called jealousy." ”

Eli glared angrily at the silver whirlwind in front of him, feeling that his masculine dignity was gone.

He hadn't been spanked in his previous life!

Dylan still didn't return the half of the sweet potato to Eli in the end.

"Francis is facing a famine that is slowly coming," said Eli, who was still a child who didn't understand anything in the eyes of many people, and Dylan was still serious about explaining the reason to him, "These crops are very yielding, and the civilians in their territory will have an easier time." ”

"But maybe it's because of magic." Eli still has some concerns, he originally wanted to confirm the yield of potatoes and sweet potatoes in Francis's soil through the experimental field, after all, this is another world, and no one knows whether the original yield of four or five thousand catties of potatoes and sweet potatoes per mu will be unsuitable for soil and water and soil The yield will be sharply reduced.

However, all of this was interfered with by spawning magic.

Eli was going to wait a little longer, having given Kaye's grandfather some of the potato tubers. The potato growth cycle takes only two to three months, and he quickly gets relatively accurate results.

"Eli, your magic doesn't increase their numbers, even if they're the size of a fist."

Eli suddenly brightened: Yes, no matter what, it will not be lower than the four hundred pounds of Bai He.

He told Dylan what to do with the seeds as the potato tubers and sweet potato vines had just come out of the card, and even gave Dylan all the people who had participated in the experimental field to Dylan.

Of course, it was more convenient for the prestige lord to do things in his own territory than for him, a young master who was not very popular, and Eli pushed the most difficult part to Dylan and asked for another test field to compensate. He plans to use magic to spawn the seeds in the card, and then give the crops to Dylan to promote to the civilians of the realm.

The conscientious middleman Eli not only does not make the difference, but even reverses.

Eli, who had left Sabia's heartfelt message behind, praised herself.

The lady with her intricately braided hair appeared at an important dinner party with her skirt in her dress, and the family that Francis could count was gathered here tonight. The clashing sound of glass cups and ambiguous whispers were mixed, the skirts of ladies brushed the tips of gentlemen, and the nobles who knew each other talked about the scene in twos and threes.

Madame stood in front of the railing on the second floor, covering the lower half of her face with a precious satin fan, and looked with disgust at the whirling men and women in the luxurious hall.

"Oh—it's suffocating." She rolled her eyes and said harshly, "It's crowded like a slum." ”

"It couldn't be more true," said the hostess of the banquet, who stood alongside the lady, who was much more gentle and dignified, "why should we stay here?" ”

"Where are you not staying here? I don't want to go down and huddle with them. ”

"Of course not." The hostess hooked her finger at Madame, and when Madame reluctantly came over, she whispered, "My husband has obtained a little of what the young master has grown, called potatoes and sweet potatoes." ”

Madame took a step back, narrowed her eyes to look at the mistress's expression, and was surprised to find that the mistress showed no signs of lying.

"I've heard they're tightly covered, how did you get them?"

The hostess smiled and avoided the question, and she said seductively, "Very delicious, would you like to taste it?" ”

Recently, the popular topics among Francis's nobles have changed from the magical beasts of the jungle, the enemy kingdoms that are eyeing the enemy, and the incense and clothing styles that are popular in the royal capital to two unfamiliar terms - potato and sweet potato.

These two new crops, which were concocted by the young master who had conquered the dragon, quickly captured the critical mouths of the top nobles. They relished the crispy fluffiness of hash browns and fries, and the ladies and ladies avoided fried food to keep their figures, but fell into the sweet trap of cheese-baked sweet potatoes.

"It's just too little." The young man smacked his mouth, "It would be nice if the little young master could get some more." ”

"But doesn't that fit who we are?" His friend stroked the dancer's snow-white thighs, licked his pointed teeth and smiled, "What a resounding title for only the top nobles." ”

"A nobleman has to look like a nobleman, doesn't he?"

Dylan sat in his chair with a gloomy face, and the terrifying Wia permeated every corner of the room, and the standing officials hung their heads and wanted to bury their heads in the cracks in the bricks.

"If I'm not mistaken, all the potatoes and sweet potatoes should have been sent to the farmland, not on the aristocratic table," Dylan tried to suppress his anger, "and it wouldn't have been an object of status." ”

"So, can any of you tell me what went wrong?"

Eli cautiously used a regular version of the newly planted beets to spawn magic.

He's been saving up thirty draws lately, and he's not hesitating to throw it into the pool of well-popped cards. Beet Seed is one of the thirty cards drawn, and is the only rare card.

Eli's ecstasy when he saw this card was no less than the moment he finally drew the non-crop card, the way to make sugar in this world is very limited, the price of sugar is so high that ordinary people can't even afford to consume sugar cubes with impurities.

So he drew a rare card beet seed? No, he drew a mountain of gold.

Unlike the pristine sweet potato, a regular version of the spawning magic only lazily stretches out a few small buds, which perfectly matches its precious identity.

Eli resisted the urge to make up a powerful version of the magic, and he looked at the little shoots with the loving eyes of an old father, as if that would speed up their growth.

[Ding-dong, a new mission has been released.] ]

Why did the quest trigger again? Eli was a little surprised, he had been farming obediently lately, so he shouldn't have done anything special, right?

[Special Mission One: Destroy the Conspiracy.]

Mission Description: While you are diligently working to stop the famine, a conspiracy unfolds quietly. My suggestion is that those who don't work and drag their feet will die to their masters.

Mission countdown: 15 days

Special note: This quest is a derivative quest of Task 1 [Barren Fertile Soil], failure will increase the difficulty of Task 1, please complete the quest as soon as possible. ]