It was a refreshing autumn day.
In the Duchy of Thunder in the south of the Main Plane, even in autumn, the air pressure would not be very high, and the air would not be relatively dry. Of course, it would not give people a "refreshing" feeling.
But when faced with the golden farmland, neat and tidy, each grain heavy, one could estimate that the harvest would be great even without harvesting …
There were probably only two kinds of people who would still be in a bad mood under such circumstances.
One was a pervert, and the other was a madman who believed in the God of Famine.
Crick was neither a pervert nor a believer in the God of Famine, so he was in a good mood and smiled happily as he looked at the vast golden fields.
"It's really unimaginable!" Standing beside him was the spell consultant of the Territory of Keane, Wizard Damwade. This wizard, who usually appeared very calm and even cold, was also shocked at the moment. A strange light flashed in his eyes, making his originally somewhat gloomy look much brighter.
"Look at this field, one mu of land can probably harvest three or four hundred catties." Butler Layton looked at the field and said with a smile, "Master, you're really amazing!"
"It's those farmers who are amazing, not me," Crick said with a smile. Crick said with a smile, "I just came up with some ideas. They're still the ones doing the farming."
"Just relying on the farmers themselves for hundreds of years has always been the same." Wizard Damwade said seriously, "After receiving the news, I carefully studied the historical records. In addition to the special farmland managed by the wizards, ordinary farmland generally only harvests about a hundred catties per mu. It's a miracle to have two hundred catties, enough for people to hold a grand ceremony to thank Lady Furou (the Goddess of Harvest). A situation like the Territory of Keane, except for some obvious bullshit, can certainly not happen in history. "
Crick smiled. "History is always moving forward."
"Yes, history is always moving forward." Wizard Damwade nodded with a smile and looked at the golden fields in a trance.
"It's just … I never thought that I could actually witness such a scene with my own eyes, and even that I'm one of the people who pushed history forward …"
From fertilizers to reclamation, to the development of various farming tools, he, who was also an alchemist, had put in a lot of effort. Just as he said, if the scene before him was "the progress of history", then he had indeed contributed a lot to the great cause of pushing history forward.
Perhaps the nobles would look down on this, but as a spellcaster who was also a scholar, Damwade knew what it meant.
This meant that even if he grew old and died in the future, it was very likely that he would be praised by a certain god for this achievement and be promoted to obtain eternal life. Or, even if the gods didn't particularly appreciate him, the kings of hell would also look at him in a different light because of this great achievement and give him preferential treatment.
In this world, only gods and achievements could be immortal.
Butler Layton, who only had an intelligence of nine, did not think that far ahead. Having managed a farm for many years, he quickly estimated this year's harvest, and then estimated the amount of taxes that could be collected. Thus, he smiled so widely that a flower almost bloomed on his old face.
But suddenly he stopped laughing, because he remembered a serious problem.
"Master, our harvest here is so good, will the selling price of the grain decrease?"
Although his intelligence was not high enough, having been a butler for so many years, he still had a lot of social experience. He remembered that every harvest year, the merchants would lower the purchase price of the grain, so that even if there was a good harvest, they would not necessarily get much benefit.
The Duchy of Thunder was located in the south, with a warm climate and fertile land. In recent years, it had always been an important source of grain. But whether it was the farmers or the lords here, no one had ever made a fortune by growing grain.
Although the harvest of the Keene Territory this time was unusual, to the point that even "miracle" was not enough to describe it. But for the merchants, wasn't it just lowering the purchase price anyway …
Crick raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "You think the merchants will lower the price as much as they can?"
"That's right, this isn't the first or second time." Butler Layton sighed. "Every time there is a good harvest, the merchants will lower the purchase price of the grain … I've seen it too many times."
"That's for the commoners. Would they dare to do the same to us nobles?" Crick asked in a low voice. "If they encounter a bad-tempered noble, they might even hang these profiteers directly."
"Haha, as long as they can make money, what's the big deal about hanging them?" Layton said with a cold laugh. "Back then, I've heard of a viscount who hanged a merchant who had lowered the purchase price of his grain. What happened in the end? No one bought his grain, and it ended up rotting in the warehouse. "
"… That doesn't make sense!" Crick said with a frown. "Life is much more important than money!"
"I don't understand things that are too profound. In any case, I've never heard of any merchants who didn't try their best to lower the price at this time." Layton sighed and said, "Usually, they will form an alliance and set a rough price. No matter what, the price can only fluctuate. It's the same for the entire country. "
Crick's eyes instantly lit up. "The entire country is like this?"
"That's right."
"Then there's no need to worry." Crick laughed loudly. "I've already sent Rena to investigate. Other than our Keene Territory, the harvest of the other areas this year shouldn't be much different from previous years. In other words, the price of grain should be about the same. "
Butler Layton was stunned for a moment. He thought for a while and finally understood. He could not help but laugh loudly as well.
Since the harvest of the entire duchy was about the same as in previous years, then the Keene Territory, which had a great harvest, would naturally make a profit. A huge profit!
"That's great! Next year, the territory's finances will be much better! "
Crick smiled and nodded. Although he had not used up the money he had won from the grand prize at the Void Mask amusement park, for a territory, in the end, it was still better to rely on its own production to be stable and reassuring.
As long as the territory's agricultural income could be maintained at the current level, he was confident that within five years, the Keene Territory would become the most prosperous baron territory in the entire Duchy of Thunder. If he was given ten years, he believed that even a viscount territory might not be able to match up to this place. If he was given twenty years, with just this mere baron territory, it would be enough to wrestle with those earls with real power who could influence the country's politics!
Time was on his side.
The three of them laughed as they talked and came down from the observation tower, returning to the castle.
And in every field of Baron Keane's domain, the farmers were both happy and worried.
Happy, naturally, because of the harvest.
Worried, because of the last period before the harvest, it would rain.
As everyone knew, rain was the most feared during the harvest season. Once it was rained, the quality of the grain would decline. Furthermore, the soaked grains needed more time to dry in the sun, which would consume more time and energy. If it was not dry enough in the sun, it would go moldy and go bad, making it unmarketable.
"The barns in the village are not big enough!"
"Why don't we build more barns now and expand the grain-sunning grounds?"
Similar words appeared from the mouths of the village chiefs, and the petition was quickly sent to the lord.
Crick naturally would not refuse such a request. He also contacted the two knights under him and suggested that they seize the last free time before the harvest to build more barns and expand the grain-sunning grounds.
His prestige in the territory was very high. With a single order, the residents of several villages moved together and threw themselves into the construction work.
Fortunately, this time, perhaps due to the blessing of the Goddess of Harvest, there was no rain for the next half a month.
Taking advantage of this rare dry period, the autumn harvest was carried out intensely. Because the harvest was too big, the original manpower was insufficient, so Crick had to hire temporary people to speed up the autumn harvest.
Fortunately, on the third day after the Autumn Harvest was completed, a heavy rain swept across the entire South.
Amidst the heavy rain, countless peasants wept like rain, and countless lords sighed in despair. But it was certain that the farmers and lords of Keene Territory were not among them.
At this time, they were already preparing for this year's harvest festival.
And the people of the Goddess of Harvest quickly received the news and came here.
They claimed that this harvest was a gift from the Goddess of Harvest, and called on the people of Keene Territory to believe in the Goddess of Harvest, so that they could be blessed and have the next harvest.
Rena, who had been bribed by Crick to become his scout, quickly received the news and reported it to Crick.
"My lord, what do you think we should do?" Knight Howard James frowned and asked in a high-level meeting of Baron Keene Territory.
He was not a believer of the Goddess of Harvest, and he did not believe that this year's harvest had anything to do with the Goddess of Harvest.
As everyone knew, ever since she lost the battle with the Goddess of Wealth, the Goddess of Harvest had been quiet for the past few years, and did not make any big moves. To say that she would specially bless a territory that did not even have a temple, and grant such a harvest … Well, Knight James was not very intelligent, but do not take him for a fool!
Moreover, it was not that the Goddess of Harvest had not blessed some places over the years, but who had ever heard of a place blessed by her having a harvest of 300 to 400 pounds per mu?
Crick smiled slightly, but his eyes were a little cold.
The territory could have a good harvest, not only because of the advancement of technology, but also because of the hard work of the farmers. The Church of the Goddess of Harvest had not done anything, but now they wanted to jump out and pick the fruits of their labor. How could he agree!
They were greedy for the merit of heaven, and were not afraid of being crushed to death by the merit!
But he did not rush to a conclusion, and first asked his subordinates for their opinion.
"Forget it, everyone just wants to be happy …" Butler Layton was obviously a carefree person. Seeing the great harvest, he was in a good mood and did not want to fall out with the Church of the Goddess of Harvest.
"This … I think we should take the opportunity to build a good relationship with them?" the young Knight Owens, the son of the late Knight Divor Owens, suggested.
This suggestion was approved by many people. After all, the Goddess of Harvest was a very influential god. If they could take the opportunity to build a good relationship with her church, it would not be a bad thing.
Crick did not agree or disagree, and turned to look at the chief priest of the Church of the Void Mask.
This chief priest was recently replaced. His name was Miramon, and he was a werewolf. It was said that not only was he strong, but he was also very smart.
Facing Crick's questioning gaze, the gourmet Mister Miramon, who was once an outstanding scout in the Orc Empire and was now the local chief priest of the Church of the Void Mask, smiled and gave his suggestion.
"Since we have such a good harvest here, and other places have suffered, shouldn't we contact those places that have suffered?" he said. "The 'gift' of the Goddess …"
Crick's eyes suddenly lit up.
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