The farmer shouted the chant and directed the old ox to pull the plow slowly across the field, leaving a deep gully behind.
"It's incredible!" The Knight of Charles Owens, the eldest son and heir of the late Knight Divor Owens, gazed at the scene in front of him in a trance, praising it over and over again. Finally, he said to the skinny man beside him who was still wearing thick clothes even in the warm weather, "Lord Crick, you're really the wisest man I've ever seen!"
Crick Keane smiled, coughed twice, and then said lightly, "This is nothing. It is the duty of a lord to let the farmers harvest more and let the people live better."
After the war a few months ago, he fell ill when he returned to his hometown. After an examination, it turned out that he had been involved in the battle between the Holy Spirits and the oracles. He was implicated in the battle and was cursed by the divine power.
This level of curse was very difficult to get rid of. Either a large-scale magic ceremony was held, or a few masters at the level of the archbishop of a major church could be found. Either way was beyond Baron Keane's abilities, so he could only stay sick and slowly drag things out.
Fortunately, the person in charge of the Church of the Void Mask in Keane City happened to be a priest who mastered the two fields of "life" and "healing." With his help, Crick's condition was at least stabilized. Although his body was a little weak, at least it would not continue to deteriorate.
Crick felt that this was enough. After experiencing that earth-shattering war, he was lucky enough to still be able to talk and laugh like this. It was a little greedy to pursue more.
He had witnessed the fall of a true God and the death of countless oracles. As for the death of mortals, it was simply too many to count. It was said that the Eagle Kingdom even had a serious shortage of city guards. In contrast, he was nothing more than a little sick. His body was a little weak, and he coughed from time to time and had a low fever. So what?
After all, because he "escaped from the battlefield," he rarely showed up in front of people, and the outside world said that he was "sick in bed." The title of Baron Keane had long since been handed over to his sister Anna. Right now, he was like the mastermind in the story, hiding behind the scenes and pushing the development of Baron Keane's territory.
Anna was naturally very happy that her brother could come back alive. Although less than 10% of the soldiers in the army had returned alive, and even Knight Devor had died on the battlefield, as long as her brother could come back, she did not care about anything else.
During the days when her brother wasn't around, the little girl, who barely managed to support the family business, was really exhausted. She had never thought that being a baron would be so hard. She had never thought that she would have to deal with so many things. Even with her brother's "Baron's Concise Handbook" as a reference, and even with Butler Leighton's assistance, she still felt dizzy and her vision blurred. She would often fall headfirst into bed after finishing her work and sleep soundly until the next morning.
If Crick did not return, perhaps this little girl would grow up in hardship and eventually grow into a strong woman. But since the big tree that could shelter her from the wind and rain was back, she naturally became a little deer that slept peacefully under the tree. She just had to leave everything to her brother.
To this, Crick could only smile helplessly.
It was a good thing that his sister was not as greedy for power as in some cliché stories. But she was, after all, the heir of a noble family! If something happened to him, what would happen to the Keane family?
Although he was not the real Crick Keane, since he had inherited the identity and legacy of the young baron, he had the obligation to carry the burden of the Keane family. In his work plan, of course, there was also the training of Anna Keane into a qualified heir.
In the end, he crossed this out.
Rotten wood cannot be carved.
Instead of counting on this sister who had just turned ten years old, it was better to get married and have children and seize the time to educate his children!
With this in mind, Crick held a low-key wedding. His former maid, Amelie, who did not have much talent other than a hundred points of loyalty, became the former Baroness Keane.
Amelie was, of course, very happy. Whether or not she could become the Baroness was not important to her at all. What was important was that Young Master Crick liked her!
For a die-hard fan who was almost brainwashed, there was nothing happier than this!
There was someone worthy of loyalty, and the person she was loyal to was the person she loved, and at the same time, the person who loved her. When the three joys overlapped, it was like a happy time in a dream!
Well, after listening to her sigh, Crick secretly spent time investigating to see if there were any Bai Xuewei in his territory that needed to be found and killed. But it turned out that he had worried too much.
With his current "bedridden" state, it was unlikely that he would encounter any mistresses. And with Amelie's intelligence, which was only at the average level of a normal person, it would be very difficult for her to become a qualified bitch. The "White Album: The Storm of the Keane Family" would definitely not be released.
At present, what Crick really cared about was not to guard against the girl who might jump out and shout, "Why are you so skilled?", but to continue the agricultural reform that had been interrupted because of his expedition.
Traditional farmers did not have the habit of farming. They sowed the seeds into the soil in the spring, and then would water the soil a little when it was dry, or pull out a little when there were too many weeds. Other than that, there was basically nothing else to do, and they could concentrate on herding sheep or doing something else.
In Crick's view, this practice was simply a tragedy!
Even if he was just an art student who did not work in the four limbs and did not know how to distinguish between the five grains, he knew that this kind of farming method would absolutely not work!
So he began the experiment again. This time, it was the tillage experiment.
"Dig ditches in the farmland, then arrange the seeds in the ditches one by one, then cover it with a little soil, and finally water it and wait for it to germinate?" After listening to his plan, Wizard Damwade, who was helping him with the research, frowned and said, "Isn't this too troublesome?"
"It's not too troublesome." Crick said with a smile, "This method, together with the fertilizer I added to the fields in the autumn, should be able to greatly increase the harvest."
"But … the workload of this' tillage 'that you mentioned is really too much." Wizard Damwade said, "Not many farmers can finish this work before the end of the sowing time."
Crick was stunned for a moment. He carefully recalled, and finally remembered that it seemed that they should use a plow to tillage.
But, how should they make a plow?
He really did not understand this.
He told Wizard Damwade about his idea for the "plow." The wise mage also had no clue, so he gathered the high-ranking officials and professionals in the territory and held a special discussion.
In the discussion, Nicolay and Thomas proposed two different design plans. Nicolay's design was more complex and exquisite, and at first glance, it looked very high-end; Thomas's design was rustic, but it seemed to be passable.
After using magic to create the "plow" that the two designed on the spot, even Thomas had to admit that Nicolay's design was better than his. But considering the problem of production efficiency, in the end, Thomas's design still won.
… There was no other way. The production time and the magic required for the thing that Nicolay designed was close to five times that of Thomas's. What was worse was that even Thomas, the most powerful spellcaster in the entire territory, and Nicolay himself, who designed it, could not make it. The only person who could make this thing was Wizard Damwade, who had the abilities of a scholar, an alchemist, and a mage in one body.
In contrast, Thomas's design could be completed by ordinary middle-level mages, and more than twenty sets were completed on that day. On the fourth day, all the farmers in the territory received the "plow." They either used manpower or animal power to start "plowing the fields."
That was a week ago. Now, the entire territory's farmland had basically been plowed, and many places had even finished sowing and watering, waiting for the seeds to germinate.
What Crick and Ciel were looking at at at the moment was almost the last field that had not been plowed. The owner of this field was a soldier who had died on the battlefield. The farmers and cows that were plowing the fields at the moment were all supported by the territory. Until his children grew up and were able to support the entire family, this assistance would continue.
"You are truly a generous and compassionate Lord." Watching the soldier's wife and child carefully sowing the seeds, and then the skilled farmers sent by the territory covered and watered them, Ciel could not help but sigh. "I never thought that there would be a noble in the world who cares about the civilians as much as you do!"
"Haha, aren't you a noble yourself?" Crick said with a smile. "Whether it is you or your father, you are both people who care about the civilians."
Speaking of his father, Ciel's expression was slightly sad, but there was a light of longing in his eyes.
"My father, he … is my hero. If I want to be like him, I still have a lot to learn! "
Crick patted him on the shoulder and nodded gently, remembering the scene of him fighting a bloody battle with Devore.
That guy Devore, when exactly did he fall?
Was it when he rushed into the enemy's formation? Was it when he defended his position? Was it when he was involved in the battle of the Oracle Legion? Was it when he charged with the Holy Spirits? Or was it when he was besieged after the Oracles disappeared?
He tried hard to remember, but he could not remember clearly.
His memory of that battle was both clear and vague. He clearly remembered the tragic battle, the blood, the collision of weapons, the wails, roars, despair, anger, and fear, but he could not remember many details. It had not been a long time, but the pages of his memory had begun to fade.
After pondering for a while, he finally sighed secretly.
In any case, Devore must have rushed into the enemy's formation with him. Based on this alone, he deserved to be called a warrior!
"The dead are gone, but the living have to continue to work hard." He looked up into the distance. In the blowing spring breeze, there were already many wildflowers blooming. "Devore laid the foundation for this land, and you will definitely be able to continue to move forward on the foundation he laid."
"Yes!"
"Do better than him, and carry forward the Owens family generation after generation!"
"Yes!"
"I will also continue to work hard, Devore, Spencer … and those brave warriors. Thanks to them, I can stand here alive. If I don't work hard enough, I won't have the face to see them after I die …"
Crick looked up at the blue sky and smiled.
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