Otherworldly Lord

Chapter 79

The first battle between the Greenlanders and potatoes ended with the potatoes running out of ammunition and food.

A group of men with bruised noses and swollen faces sat slumped by the side of the potato field, rubbing their sore arms while counting their trophies. Counting and counting, they couldn't help but widen their eyes and mouth, unable to make a sound for a long time.

Before, I wanted to cut down all the potatoes flying all over the sky, and no one cared about the number of potatoes. Now, looking at the almost piled up spoils, everyone is a little stupid.

"Am I dreaming?"

A man slapped himself fiercely, and with a bang, blood splashed from his nose.But the man didn't care, he got up from the ground, rushed to the side of the potatoes that he had just cut into pieces, and picked up pieces of potatoes with both hands, "It's not a dream, it's not a dream! It's real!"

Everyone was awakened by this man's action, stood up in astonishment, and looked at the mountains of potatoes in front of them. These are all food that can fill their stomachs!my God!It's a miracle!

"What's the matter with everyone?"

As the lord, Song Mo felt a little embarrassed that he didn't take the lead in fighting against Tudou.But seeing everyone like this, I couldn't help but ask, don't really have a problem.

"My lord!" The men at the edge of the field turned their heads, their eyes gleaming and yelling at Song Mo.

"Ah?" Song Mo was taken aback and couldn't help but take two steps backwards.

But he wasn't moving fast enough.The next moment, Song Mo was thrown into the air again by the strong men, and the old people and women who heard the news jumped on the potatoes on the ground, laughing from ear to ear.

"My lord, long live!"

"My lord, you are our sunshine, our rain, and our spring breeze!"

"My lord, we will always follow you!"

Song Mo didn't understand what happened. He had been thrown back and forth three times. He wanted to speak, but he bit his tongue when he opened his mouth. Tears flowed from the pain, and he didn't dare to speak casually.

The excited citizens didn't pay attention at all. A few sugarcane trees quietly came to the edge of the field, standing next to the piled up potatoes, as if they were observing these strange neighbors.Suddenly, another potato flew out of the field. Compared with the potato that attacked the leaders before, this one was smaller in size, but its speed was even more astonishing.

The potatoes flew directly towards the sugar cane, one of the sugar cane leaped in the air, and made a flying pump in the air, a small sample, a newcomer, what a big clove of garlic!

The kicked Tudou diverted halfway, and Song Mo in the crowd became the next target!

Shhhhhhhhhhhh!

The potato flew and hit Song Mo's chin. The frightened citizens froze, and the lord fell face down on the ground, his hands and feet twitched, and he didn't move.

Silence, deathly silence.

Immediately, the fiery-eyed citizens took up their engineering shovels and swords again, and rushed to the field to fight sugar cane and potatoes again, shouting: "Avenge the lord!"

Song Mo, who was lying on the ground, kept silent. Old John, who was standing beside him, bent down and asked worriedly, "My lord, are you alright?"

Song Mo put his hands on the ground, raised his head, spit out two mouthfuls of dirt that he ate into his mouth, and a line of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, "Housekeeper, do you think I'm okay?"

"picture."

"I'm bleeding!" Is that okay?

"There are always a few days in a month. Just get used to it."

"..."

With the efforts of all the citizens, the last piece of potato in the field was dug out, and the sugar cane at the edge of the field was also cut down. Lord Song wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stood on the pile of potatoes, with one hand on his hips and the other raised high. Say loudly to the citizens: "This is a glorious day, a splendid day, a harvest day, a joyous day!"

Song Mo finished his sentence, paused, and then swung his fist vigorously, his voice raised an octave, "Starting today, Gerryland will completely get rid of the days of starvation!"

Tears welled up in the eyes of the Greenlanders, and they clenched their hands into fists. This was brought to them by the lord!

"With potatoes, we don't have to worry about being hungry anymore! With sugar and wine, we will earn countless gold coins! I swear! I will lead everyone to live a good life with big pieces of meat and big bowls of wine. day!"

"Long live the lord!"

The citizens blushed with excitement, raised their arms and began to shout.

Song Mo pressed his hands down, and began to make the final conclusion, "Everyone, please unite around me, take making a fortune as the highest ideal, and for a better tomorrow, let's work together, bully others, and cheat!"

Leaders: "..."

Old John immediately coughed twice, and the small knife in his eyes began to slam on Song Mo. Song Mo was terrified, and immediately realized his slip of the tongue, "Hey, correct me, everyone is united, self-reliant, and hard work! "

"My lord, long live!"

Song Mo's speech was successful. Although there was a small problem in the middle, the Greenlanders only thought that they had auditory hallucinations.

After the speech was over, the leaders began to count the harvested potatoes, excluding those that had been chopped into several pieces and damaged ones, and those that were intact and could be stored were worth thousands of catties.

Song Mo discussed with Old John and left some for seeding, and distributed the rest to the leaders according to the head.Harold, Turo, and others, as well as goblins, gnomes, and dwarves all got their share.As for the things that couldn't be saved, Song Mo put them into his own share, and all the savings were distributed to the leaders.

"Come to my house for dinner today!" Song Mo waved his hand, "There are two wild boars at home, stewed pork with potatoes, eat as much as you want!"

The citizens cheered again. The lord has always been generous to his own people, and even Harold and Turo later knew it very well.

Everyone carried baskets of potatoes back to the dungeon. Song Mo announced that today would be the Potato Harvest Festival in Greenland. All sugar workshops and blacksmith workshops were suspended, as were the above-ground projects. Everyone came to the lord's mansion to celebrate !

During the construction of the dungeon, Song Mo discovered that the people of Greenland did not have the concept of resting on weekends.In order to harvest more food and earn more gold coins, everyone wished they could work all day long.

Song Mo decided to correct the concept of Greenlanders. Before, he couldn’t eat three meals a day and had no ability to protect himself. Everyone was tense, even Song Mo. Now the situation has changed. Song Mo thought, at least let everyone know After work, you need to rest and relax.Working from morning till night, knowing no rest, that's a machine.The machine has to stop occasionally to do maintenance, add some lubricating oil or something, let alone a living person.

The development of Greenland in the future will definitely not only rely on agriculture.As long as the sales of sugar and wine meet expectations, Song Mo intends to open up more businesses that can be put on the bright side.There will be more and more workshops in Greenland, and the people of Greenland will have more jobs to do. According to the enthusiasm of the people of Greenland for work, in order to avoid becoming a big capitalist and feudal rule that completely squeeze the blood and sweat of the working people Class, rest days must be strictly stipulated.

Even if the working people are squeezed voluntarily, actively, and want to be squeezed, Song Mo can't really ignore it.At this stage, maybe all the contradictions can be covered up, but when the conflicts really break out, Song Mo will definitely not be able to stand it.It is better to retreat and form a net than to remedy the situation.Song Mo decided to nip all possible situations in the bud.

It's just that Lord Song wants to set working hours humanely, but the leaders don't understand at all.

Working eight hours a day, with two days off every five days?What are you kidding the lord, they will starve to death!

Song Mo wanted to say that this was a combination of work and rest.Moreover, the amount of money and food that can be earned by this workload is definitely a lot, and people will definitely not starve to death.

The citizens retorted: After working all year round, they are still hungry.After finally being full, the lord wants them to rest?No, absolutely not!They only want food, not comfort!

Song Mo had no choice but to switch from working five days to two days off in a week and one day off in two weeks. The leaders were still dissatisfied.Song Mo blew his beard and stared and slapped the table. He is the lord, and he has what he says!

The citizens directly pushed back: This is power!This is oppression!This is against the will of the people!

The leaders spoke righteously and impassionedly. The Lord Song resisted stubbornly and could only get a day's rest. The leaders still complained about this.It was Old John who stood up and finally suppressed these opposing voices.

The first confrontation between Song Mo, a big feudal bourgeois capitalist, and the great working people ended in Song Mo's complete defeat.

As soon as the result came out, Song Mo knelt down. He felt that his outlook on life, morality, and values ​​had been completely subverted.

This is just a small episode that happened before dinner.After all, opening up more businesses is just one of Song Mo's plans. At this stage, more crops still need to be planted to ensure the self-sufficiency of Greenland as a whole.

Thinking of food, Song Mo remembered what Rhodes said to him before: "Lord Lord, I swear, the potatoes I dug up are all extremely normal crops! There has never been such a situation like today!"

"Really do not have?"

"real!"

Song Mo believes that Rhodes will not lie about this matter, so what is the problem?Song Mo asked Jerry again, but the elf's answer made him even more speechless.

"The potatoes you grow are much tamer than the green forest varieties."

That's it, still docile?

Song Mo looked at Jerry's look of nostalgia, and silently swallowed the question of what the "untamed potato" would look like.

The answers of the dwarves and the elves were completely different. Song Mo felt a headache and simply put the question aside. Anyway, he found out that once these potatoes leave the plant, they can only attack once. "It's the same as the potatoes in the field. The big deal is that every time you harvest in the future, you will bring Alt with you, let him stand still on the edge of the field, open the golden turtle shell, and let the potatoes smash it.It is not afraid to smash more violently.

Song Mo laughed as he thought about it. Alter, who was sitting at the dining table, suddenly felt a chill in his back. He always felt that another misfortune would befall him. He shook his head, an illusion, right?

The potato problem was temporarily resolved, and Song Mo began to worry again. The corn snatched from the goblin had been piled up in the warehouse for a long time. Should I plant it or not?Although the goblin told him that corn would not be as vicious as potatoes and sugar cane, but in Greeland, anything is possible!In case a kind of crazy corn comes out... the small steel cannon is enough, and if a machine gun is produced, things will be a big deal.

Song Mo was worrying, but there was a mouth-watering aroma wafting from the kitchen.

According to the lord's instructions, the cooks tried their best to make a sumptuous potato feast.

Stewed pork with potatoes, stewed pork ribs with potatoes, fried potato sticks with refined meat oil, fried potato slices, potato shreds, plus baked potatoes, boiled potatoes, and the three rectangular tables were filled one after another.

The unfamiliar fragrance made the Grelandian salivate uncontrollably, but made Song Mo want to cry.

Just eating potatoes, you have to pick up knives, guns and sticks, risking being beaten up with bruised nose and swollen face, what a life it is!If things go on like this, his corn, taro, and sweet potato... It is completely predictable what kind of bloody storm Greenland will experience in the development of agriculture in the future...

"My lord?" Seeing that Song Mo was just staring blankly at the steaming food in front of him, the housekeeper, Old John, didn't speak or move, so he could only remind him, "Everyone is still waiting for you to announce the opening of the meal."

"Ah? Oh." What are you thinking about so much, let's eat first before talking!

Song Mo picked up the fork first, picked up a piece of potato and put it into his mouth, bursting into tears, it was so delicious!

I don't know if it's because of the special variety or other reasons, but the potatoes grown in Gerryland are fragrant and waxy, with a hint of sweetness. When I bite into my mouth, I wish I could swallow my tongue.A potato the size of an adult's fist went into Song Mo's stomach in an instant.

The citizens couldn't wait any longer. After seeing the lord ate a piece of potato, he immediately moved his hands like flying. In an instant, there were only afterimages left on the table, but the food on the plate decreased rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.Even old White, who had lost all his teeth, was flushed with food.

Even Reese and Jerrys each carried a plate and piled up a plate full of baked potatoes.Demons and elves are not very interested in other dishes, but they have a soft spot for baked potatoes.

While peeling off the scorched potato skin, Reese looked at Song Mo at the table, and slowly put a piece of roasted potato into his mouth. Seeing Song Mo looking over, he slowly licked the corner of his mouth, smiling meanly Deep and long, as if what was eaten was not potatoes, but Song Mo.Jerry gave Reese a disdainful look, and the fork in his hand stuck a piece of potato fiercely, and the poor potato fell apart immediately.

When all the people in Greland were sitting in rows to eat potatoes, Hei Yan and his black armored cavalry finally arrived at Heicheng, the capital of Obi King, after traveling day and night for more than half a month.