Otherworldly Lord

Prime Minister Murphy and a group of ministers stood in front of the palace to welcome the return of the owner of the palace.Hei Yan doesn't like overly grand welcome ceremonies, but the procedure of welcoming the return of the king still has to go through.

Although Murphy did not follow Hei Yan to the Northwest Province, it did not mean that he knew nothing about His Majesty's actions outside.

Everything was normal before the attack on Greenland, but during the attack on Greenland, instead of destroying the motley army of Greenland, His Majesty the King shook hands with the opponent and lived in his home?And drove back the officials from the Northwest Province who came to invite him back? !

When Murphy got the news, he could hardly believe his eyes.The hand holding the file was trembling.

If it wasn't for the official duties and the fear of the king's authority, Prime Minister Murphy would definitely go to Greenland in person, grab Song Mo's collar and cosplay the emperor: "Say, what kind of magic did you use to confuse the king? !"

Before Murphy almost left his official duties and ran to Greeland, His Majesty the King sent someone to deliver the contract signed with Song Mo. This contract immediately extinguished half of the prime minister's anger.

Sugar, wine.

"It's definitely a profitable business."

The abacus in the prime minister's heart was clinking, he and Song Mo thought of a place, in addition to the profit sharing of the business, there is also the business tax in Aobi.

Hei Yan's letter did not tell Murphy to keep this matter a secret. After careful consideration, the Prime Minister still kept it a secret for the time being.The financial officer is also a guy with an eye for money. If he finds out about the deal between His Majesty the King and Lord Gerryland, he may immediately increase the sugar and wine tax in Obi, which can quickly enrich the treasury in a short period of time. Not conducive to long-term benefits.

Lord Glenland was a cunning man, and Murphy didn't think he hadn't thought about it beforehand.In short, let's wait until His Majesty the King returns to the royal city.

But one month has passed, two months have passed... The bishop of the Illumination Church, who was eager to find the water of the soul, reported to Murphy almost every day. His Majesty the King, who was missed by the prime minister and the bishop, still had no news of his return.

The bishop was extremely anxious, and the area of ​​the Mediterranean Sea above his head was expanding day by day. Prime Minister Murphy felt sad for him watching it.

Fortunately, not long ago, something finally happened, which made the prime minister and the bishop seem to see the dawn.

A man who claimed to be the cousin of King Sabison gathered some die-hard former nobles of Sabison, and launched a rebellion on the southeastern border of the original Sabison.

After the start of the rebellion, the former Prime Minister of Sabison and the most trusted courtier of Modi III, Rui Jinmier, vowed that the royal line of Sabisen had long since been cut off.That king's cousin is an out-and-out impostor.

Counterfeit?

Whether he is true or false, the ultimate fate is the same.However, with him, His Majesty the King can be "returned" to the capital from Greeland.

The king of a country should not stay abroad for a long time, especially when there is a rebellion in the country.Prime Minister Murphy almost laughed three times: Rebellion is good, rebellion is wonderful, rebellion is croaking!No matter how willful Hei Yan is, it is impossible for him to let this matter go and stay in Greeland.

Sure enough, after receiving the news, Hei Yan immediately set off to return to the capital.

At sunset, the king's team entered the royal city.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty!"

Murphy and the ministers put one arm on their chests, bowed deeply, and greeted their king with the most respectful gesture.

"Prime Minister, I'm back."

"Welcome back, Your Majesty!"

Hei Yan rode on Osafei, looking down at his subjects.The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the black cloak red, and the handsome black-haired king looked like a god who ruled the world.He is Obi's king, Obi's ruler, and one day, he will trample the entire Bright Continent under his feet!

The bishop of the Church of Light stood not far away, holding the ring pendant hanging on his chest tightly. He could feel that the pendant began to heat up as the king approached.

"Soul Water!"

The bishop looked down at the pendant, and there was a blue gem inlaid in the center of the ring pendant. If you look carefully, you will find that the gem is hollow, with a drop of blue liquid slowly flowing inside, and the crystal bottle. The water of the soul is generally the same.

Hei Yan saw the bishop of the church, and also saw the excited expression on his face. He pulled the rein and raised his eyebrows. After such a long time, this annoying old guy should have collected all the money, right?

When Hei Yan was going to ask the bishop for gold coins, Song Mo was busy with spring plowing in the territory.

He led people to move out the potatoes, corn, and wheat seeds from the warehouse, and wiped the sweat from his head. The lord was very clean.

Every household in Greenland has its own piece of arable land. Even if the annual grain output is pitifully small, no one is willing to abandon this piece of land.But it's different now. Song Mo plans to gather all the citizens to work together to form an economic model of a large farm.In this way, the production efficiency will be greatly improved, and the food that the people can get will be much more than in previous years.Especially those with insufficient labor force at home can use this model to eat "big pot rice".

Of course, Song Mo also considered whether there would be a situation where he only eats and does not work, but thinking of the previous debate with the leaders about the rest day, Lord Song felt that he was purely worrying.

Besides, Song Mo has stipulated in advance that more work will pay more, less work will result in less pay, and no work will not be done. I believe everyone will not violate it.In the hearts of the people, he, the lord, is still very authoritative.

More importantly, the ferocity of potatoes is well known, and no family dares to grow such a ferocious crop alone.It's usually fine, but when harvesting, you'll definitely get hit a few times. It doesn't matter if you get injured, but it would be too bad if you were directly smashed to your death.

Wheat does not have such concerns, but the yield is too low, and there is no way to fill the stomach.

As for the corn...Look at the potatoes grown by the lord. The people of the lord told Song Mo that corn might be a mild crop, and they had given up any hope.

In short, after discussions among all the citizens, everyone agreed with Song Mo's proposed planting model of concentrating labor and harvesting together.

"Many people are powerful!" Song Mo waved his fist, "When it's time to harvest, don't worry, we have Elt!"

After saying that, he grabbed the golden knight Elt's arm and held it up high, "Master Knight will block all violent attacks for us, let us cheer for Sir Knight!"

All the citizens immediately raised their arms high, "Master Knight, you are really a good man!"

Elt froze on the spot, speechless.

Is this what Greenland defines as a good guy?How does he feel that he is no different from a fool.

Therefore, in the future harvest season of Greenland, one can always see a knight of justice exuding golden light all over his body, holding a long sword, standing on the edge of the field, waiting for battle.Under the call of "Master Knight", he sweated profusely and burst out with unparalleled strength. While shouting loudly, he knocked the ferocious plants into the air one by one, and devoted himself to protecting the hardworking people...

If the plan is approved, it is a matter of manpower.

The goblins and gnomes are still busy with the rebuilding of their territory, and Song Mo has been powerless to stop their grand ideal of building a different version of the Palace of Versailles.He could only tirelessly whisper in Old John's ear every day: "You need to save some money, the lord's family has no food left! If it exceeds, we'll all have to drink the northwest wind!"

Old John's ears were almost calloused by Song Mo's words. In desperation, he could only promise Song Mo that the reconstruction project would never exceed the budget.

Song Mo was satisfied.

Old John looked at Song Mo's back, who was jumping up and down with joy, and shook his head. There was helplessness in his smile, and it was more of an elder's doting on his children and grandchildren.

"My lord butler?"

"Nothing, just keep working."

Goblins and dwarves can't help with farming, but they have to share part of the grain. Song Mo originally planned to get this part from his share, but the leaders disagreed.

"My lord, you can't do this."

The white-haired old White walked up to Song Mo and said seriously: "Everyone lives in Greenland, they help us build houses, and we should feed them. This is a matter of course."

Song Mo scratched his head, "It's not because of..."

"You can't do it for whatever reason."

"Now is not the time to be unable to eat before, the lord can no longer do this."

"Yes! My lord, this should be done by everyone, and you can't always suffer."

Song Mo wanted to say that he really didn't suffer, after all, the house that the goblins and dwarves are building now is his home.However, the leaders ignored him. No matter what Song Mo said, they insisted on their own point of view.

"Okay." Song Mo had no choice but to say, "So, I will pay half and everyone will pay the other half, how about it?"

"But……"

"No but!" Song Mo gritted his teeth, "I am the lord, listen to me!"

"Power! Dictatorship!"

"I want power and dictatorship, and I plan to become a mountain to crush you, you bite me!"

Song Mo raised his head, twisted his neck, put on a posture that I am the king of the mountain, and finally settled the matter.When the citizens finally fell silent, they wiped off their sweat in secret. After all, being a big landlord and capitalist is not easy at all!

The problem was basically solved, and Song Mo began to organize the people to reclaim the land.Before Hei Yan and Ruisi pinched each other, Song Mo directly bombarded the territory, destroying the territory to pieces, with bomb craters everywhere.The situation that caused Song Mo a headache before, but now it is convenient for the leader.

The hard soil layer has been turned over, as long as the gravel on it is cleaned up and leveled again, the seeds can be sown.

All military training was suspended, and the men of Greeland devoted themselves to the great cause of farming.Even Touro and Harold are no exception.

Do you want to eat?If you want to eat, you have to work!

Protect Greenland by force?No, don't you see the row of sugar cane and the vines on the wall beside the border stone wall?They are more useful!

The men began to face the loess and back to the sky.The women make delicious meals and send them to the fields, and the elderly and children who cannot work in the fields try to do what they can.

After more than ten days, except for the "slow" growth period of wheat, potatoes and corn, all have been harvested.When harvesting potatoes, it is still with ax and sticks.During this period, Aiert played a huge role, and the number of injuries plummeted.

As for the corn... Well, after experiencing the brutal battle with potatoes, everyone sweated in the face of the corn neatly arranged in the field.

Turo, who was chosen as the representative, approached cautiously holding his shield. At a distance of five meters, the corn stalks shook slightly, and cold sweat began to drip on Turo's forehead. At a distance of two meters, the shaking of the corn stalks increased, and Turo sweated profusely. At a distance of one meter, the corn stalk was thrown suddenly, the corn on the branch shot out like a mortar, the leaves wrapped around the corn opened, the tassels were like steel needles, and the golden corn kernels were like countless steel balls, crackling and shooting towards you ...

After a round of attacks, looking at Tu Luo lying on the ground, he had the ferocious face of a robber. He had been devastated beyond the surface of the moon, and there was still a big lump on the top of his head. All the onlookers gasped. air-conditioning!

Song Mo stood aside, his face turned pale. How could this be a machine gun?The entire upgraded version of the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle plus sub-munitions!