Francis fell the first snow of the winter.

The snow arrived silently in the middle of the night, and by the time the day dawned, the snow on the bluestone pavement was up to the ankles of adults. The rutted marks of the caravan were clearly visible, and the tightly wrapped children swept from their homes into the snow like the wind, giggling and throwing the snow into balls at each other.

"Alan! Eat a baked potato and go out! "Out of the street window came the head of a woman, holding a potato wrapped in oiled paper, calling out to her child in a loud voice.

"Marisa! I'm tired of baked potatoes! The crisp child's voice drifted back in the distance.

Marisa went back to the house, put the potatoes on the fire, and complained softly to her husband: "We didn't have breakfast in the winter, and now we have to eat, why don't we hate it?" ”

The husband carefully tore off the skin of the potato, handed it back to Marisa, and said with relief: "Life will get better and better, Marisa." ”

Speaking of this, Marisa instantly left Alan behind, she sat up straight, and said with a beaming look, "I met Aunt Gerry this morning, and she told me that the Francis Seed Store would be open this morning. ”

"Really?" The husband also cheered up.

Marissa nodded affirmatively.

Aunt Gree's second son works in the political office, and has recently been transferred to the Ministry of Agriculture, which the young master tossed out a year ago, because of his excellent business talent, and he happens to be in charge of the Francis Seed Store, and the source is absolutely reliable.

She also said that in addition to the usual seeds, sugar beets and rice will also be sold.

The husband's expression was visibly agitated.

Not to mention rice, which I haven't heard much about, sugar beet is well-known in Francis's land, and even outside of Francis, because it is the raw material for the glass candy balls that are sold on the mainland.

Unlike those sugar cubes, which are always different in color, the glass candy ball is almost transparent, very sweet, and most importantly, it costs less than half the price of traditional sugar cubes. Of course, the price referred to here is the selling price outside of Francis, and in Francis itself, as long as you have Francis's identification, you can buy it for less than a tenth of the price.

The little glass candy ball not only brought Francis great fortune, but also many caravans, who came for the sugar ball, and then returned with a lot of new things that had never been heard of or seen.

For example, potato starch, lettuce and dried corn kernels. These Franciste products quickly found a place in the market and have been expanding their business at a pace that is not at all slow.

Francis, who has always been known for his fierce folk customs and poor property, has made a beautiful comeback, and if Francis had a threshold, then the threshold would have been broken by the people who came to visit. In the past, there was almost no circulation on the streets of the town, and now you can even see fantasy races such as dwarves and goblins from time to time.

It's all a change brought about by a sugar ball.

The fact that the precious beet seeds will be sold to the common people has been promised since the beet appeared in the public eye, and the new crops that the little master has tossed over the past few years will be allowed to be planted in the lord's castle for a few seasons. With the exception of the initial potatoes and sweet potatoes, which were distributed for free, all other seeds had to be purchased at the Francis Seed Store with proof of receipt.

The Francis Seed Store does not have a set opening hours, and closes as soon as the prepared goods are sold out, and the last time the store opened was in September, and it only took one morning from opening to selling out.

This is still in the case of purchase restrictions.

Marisa's husband scrambled to his feet, walked back to the room, and pulled out two pieces of iron and a piece of parchment from the inside of the wooden cabinet.

This is the ID card and land deed that were used a year ago, and it is also a voucher for the purchase of all restricted items sold at the Francis Lord's Castle, which must be used to purchase things at the Francis Seed Shop and the Francis Produce Shop.

He wrapped the three things in a burlap and gave them to Marisa.

Although the economic benefits represented by beets were huge, her husband instructed Marisa: "Buy everything you can, especially the rice seeds, which the store sells without saying a word, there must be a reason for him." ”

Marissa nodded solemnly.

They snuggled up in front of the fire, and Marissa, watching the leaping firelight, murmured, "It was unthinkable to eat sugar from time to time, but now we can grow sugar beets." I can't believe that the little master is only one year older than Allen. ”

The two sentences do not match the preamble, but Marisa's husband immediately understands what Marisa meant.

Anyone with an eye can see how Francis has changed over the years, and from the order that all those who own arable land must give one-eighth to one-quarter of their land to plant the seeds distributed by the lords, Francis's fate has taken a very opposite path.

And the figure of the young master always runs through it.

He grows potatoes, sweet potatoes and sugar beets, he studies the sugar making process, he makes special iron pieces for ID cards with his friend Master Luopu, and even the recent reform of Francis's chamber of commerce system. In addition, he is also a gifted water affinity magician, and even His Excellency the Venerable Grand Magus has said in public that his talent is not as good as his.

And he hasn't turned eight yet.

Marissa's eight-year-old son, Alan, can only dig a bird's nest with his companions, and the young master has already beaten the rabbit with a staff when he is eight years old.

The husband patted Marissa on the shoulder, and his voice was very gentle: "Marisa, it is our luck to be born in such Francis. ”

Chu Xue chatted about the day and talked about the little master Francis, and the little young master himself was lying on the bed, and before he woke up, he was tossed by the physiological reaction and vomited on the edge of the bed.

Eli's eyes darkened for a while, and someone was wiping his face with a warm veil, and he swore in his heart that if he could do it all over again, he would definitely have a healthy body from the Lord God.

It's a pity that life doesn't always come back all the time.

The feeling of nausea hit again, and Eli pushed away the hand that was still wiping his face, and threw up again on the edge of the bed. The burning sensation from stomach acid spread almost from the throat to the nasal cavity, and physiological tears poured out of the corners of the eyes uncontrollably.

It's going to kill you, Eli thought weakly.

Since the beginning of the promotion of potatoes and sweet potatoes, he has been sick every night when it snows, and if he is lucky, he may have a fever and cough, and if he is unlucky, he will vomit like today, and he will vomit in addition to fever and cough, and he may have to stay in bed for a few days.

After vomiting, his throat was a little itchy, and Eli held the post at the head of the bed, burying his head and coughing.

Orin stood in the doorway, he had just celebrated his fourteenth birthday this autumn, not only was he a lot taller than he had been three years ago, but his silhouette had gradually taken on the appearance of a teenager.

He clenched his fists and stared at Eli, whose back was curled up and heaved violently, as if he were about to cough out his lungs.

Usually adults say that children are the same every day, but three years have passed, and his younger brother has hardly changed except that his lips are getting lighter and lighter, and his whole person is getting thinner.

It's still such a small mess, and it still seems like everyone can easily kill him.

Firia sat beside Eli and wrapped her arms around Eli as if she was about to cry at any moment.

"I'm fine, Mother." Eli finally recovered, and smiled and comforted Firia, who still had blue and black under her eyes, "I just need to sleep." ”

In the eyes of others, his whole body is almost bloodless, and this smile is very reluctant, even if he really feels that he smiles confidently and sunnyly.

Firia pulled herself together, how could she be vulnerable in front of a sick child. She tried to make herself look the same as usual, and lowered her head to kiss Eli's forehead: "I'm with you." ”

Being sick was so physically draining that Eli closed her eyes and fell asleep after a while.

But he slept restlessly, and Phiria, afraid of waking him, stroked his slightly furrowed brow through the air.

Her child was truly powerful, even more powerful than the prophetic Son of God, who seemed to be omniscient and omnipotent. But if such awesomeness comes at the cost of health, then she would rather Eli be a mediocre and happy ordinary person.

Eli had been sick intermittently for half a month, and Sabia, who had never been seen, had returned, and he was still recuperating in bed in a dizzy state.

Sabia looked around the bed in amazement, and finally came to the conclusion: "Whenever I thought you were weak, you could bring me a big surprise." ”

His expression wasn't very surprised, his eyes were inquisitive and thoughtful, like Eli's body shouldn't have been so bad.

"Poor health and weakness are two different things, teacher." Eli retorted, "I killed a sheephorn deer not long ago. ”

The astonishing experience of killing the Sheephorn Deer alone did not move Sabia, he held his chin high, and said in a strange manner: "Do you mean that you and Ruiz sneaked away to the Dragon's Back Valley only to encounter the Sheephorn Deer herd and were finally rescued by the patrolling guards?" ”

Eli knew that he could only treat an inexperienced bar spirit like Orin, and he could only avoid it for the time being when he encountered an old bar spirit like Sabia.

"I didn't expect the Sheephorn to be afraid of Ryz." Eli explained imposingly.

"As long as you are willing to flip through the books in your father's library in your spare time, you will know that the creature of the sheephorn deer is inherently afraid of that tendon, let alone a dragon, even if they are thrown to Dragon Island, they will dare to attack the dragon." Sabia paused and added, "Of course, Dragon Island has sunk now. ”

Sabia, a great magus who is very strict with knowledge.

"But what are you doing in the Dragon's Back Valley? Dragonspine Valley doesn't have the things you love to eat—Warcraft doesn't count. ”

Eli couldn't laugh or cry, why did everyone think that they went to Dragonspine Valley to find food? Dylan and Firea thought so, Orin thought so, and now Sabia felt too.

He obviously just went to see if the terrain of the Dragon's Back Valley was suitable, after all, the coal mining plan and smelter plan that had been shelved for three years due to various emergencies should be prepared this winter.

Not...... What more alchemy workshops might need to be added now?

Looking at a certain freshly baked card in the system space, Eli thought uncertainly.