Otherworldly Lord

"hiss!"

Facing the mirror, Song Mo stretched out his hand to poke the bruise on the corner of his mouth, frowning in pain.The corner of the mouth was smashed black by the rice, which is unbelievable when you think about it.

"Housekeeper, are the statistics out?"

"It's all here, my lord." Old John handed Song Mo the booklet recording each harvest, and said worriedly: "Let Harold come and show you?"

"No, it's not that delicate." Song Mo waved his hand, seeing the numbers on the brochure clearly, only felt the corner of his mouth start to hurt again.There are five acres of rice fields and twenty acres of corn fields, and the harvest is less than half of what was expected!

"Housekeeper, are you sure this number is correct?"

"I personally led people to count." Old John paused, and then said: "The harvested rice and corn have been sent to the warehouse, what about those piled on the ground?"

"That," Song Mo grinned, "Let everyone put away the bags, only the top layer, and discard the ones that touch the soil, and leave them in the field as fertilizer."

"Put it away for what?"

"Eat." Song Mo glanced at Old John, "Speaking of which, rice crackers are delicious, dipped in some sugar or honey, it's usually a snack, and it can be a snack even when you're hungry." Having said that, Song Mo He clapped his hands suddenly, "Why didn't I expect that Jobis sent a letter saying that the dim sum in the shop is out, so I can send these rice crackers to him."

"My lord, are you sure this food is delicious?"

"Sure. If you don't believe me, go get some and try it first."

Song Mo simply stood up, didn't care about other things, and ran directly to the rice field again.

Fortunately, what I grow is upland rice. If it were rice, all these rice flowers would be in vain.

Looking at the thick, cloud-like rice flower, Song Mo ignored the pain in the corner of his mouth, and personally summoned the leaders to put away the rice flower in a clean bag.If you only charge one-third of the above, you will already have thousands of catties.Song Mo picked up a piece and threw it into his mouth. It was a pure natural food without additives, with the mellow aroma of rice and corn. Even without sugar and honey, the taste was still so good that he couldn't stop his mouth.

"Everyone have a taste." Song Mo told the others to tie their pockets tightly, opened half of the bag he had collected, and handed it to everyone, "Don't be dazed, try it, it's really delicious."

Greenlanders have always had a special liking for eating. Hearing Song Mo's words, they came forward in twos and threes. You and I divided the rice crackers in the bag. After the first bite, the second bite followed. , After eating what I had in hand, I still have more to say.

"Delicious, right?"

Song Mo put away the bag with a smile, and the leaders who saw the marrow and taste wanted to put away all the rice crackers on the ground, and hurriedly stopped them: "These are dirty, don't take them away. Rice and corn can be planted again, don't worry about it." Gotta eat."

Popcorn and popcorn were also sent to the warehouse, and according to Song Mo's request, they should be protected from moisture.In addition, a part is separated, and sugar and honey are added for further processing, and the taste is even better.Even Old John, who doesn't like sweets very much, ate a lot.

"Jason, take someone to deliver these to Jobis and the others. Tell him that this kind of food can only be produced in Greenland. In terms of pricing, according to what I wrote in the letter, it can't fluctuate too much. He knows what to do. Do."

"Yes."

"In addition, send a message to Garland and Rhodes. It is a few thousand catties. It is definitely not enough to rely on only a few of our stores. This is not resistant to storage. After a long time, the taste will be much worse."

"Follow your orders, my lord."

Jason took the order and left with twenty men in more than a dozen carriages.The horses that pull the carts are all fat and strong, and they are well-fed. It is difficult to find such a good horse for an ordinary large caravan.

Greenland now has no shortage of labor or horses.The horses brought back from the battlefield before, plus the ones scraped from the officials of the Northwest Province, plus the ones left by Hei when he left, were all over the place. Gerryland now has more than 300 horses.

Before Song Mo wanted to use these horses to form his own cavalry team, but after thinking about it, he felt that this idea was unrealistic.Not to mention anything else, just talking about riding skills, even if your team has a carbine and a saber, it is still no match for those knights who have been riding on horses for many years.

The site is hard enough, the equipment is complete, but the driving skills are terrible, the Hummer can only drive at the speed of QQ, let alone go soaring on the road, it is nothing but ashes.

Training half-baked cavalry is not as good as honestly developing infantry.Infantry armed with hot weapons is definitely not as bad as cavalry with spears and swords.The soldiers trained by Harold also confirmed the correctness of Song Mo's decision.

Rifles, grenades, mortars, and heavy artillery, combined, the cavalry rushed up only to be bombarded and rushed.Qiao Sang and Mosby are currently researching machine guns, and Maxim's drawings have been handed over to the two dwarves. Song Mo believes that within a month, Maxim will be able to make his debut.With these, he can be a crab on the three-acre land of Greenland and walk sideways.Even the old Julian of Anris would only be beaten if he ran over.

As for those like Hei Yan... Song Mo said that they are not at the same level, and they can't get together for the time being.Of course, the premise is that this big belly dragon doesn't come to his territory to play hooligans on a whim.But they are now in a cooperative relationship, the possibility of this should be very small.

If it cannot be used in the army, it can only be used to develop people's livelihood.

With the skeleton and the backhoe, there is no need to use a horse-drawn plow. Even if Song Mo wanted to do this, he would be stopped by Old John.As a nobleman, he actually ordered his war horses to plow the land?What an international joke!

Can't be used to plow the fields, so kill and eat meat?The proposal was again rejected by the steward.There is no shortage of meat in Greenland now, so slaughtering war horses for extra food is pure recklessness.

This doesn’t work, that doesn’t work, Song Mo simply patted the table, “Then tell me what to do, you can’t raise it for nothing!”

"You can form a caravan."

Unexpectedly, Old John actually made a good suggestion to Song Mo.

"Caravan?"

"Yes." Old John put the account book sent by the dwarf on the table, and said seriously: "You need a caravan, if you plan to cooperate with the dwarf for a long time."

"I do not quite understand."

Old John took a deep look at Song Mo, "It's not that you don't understand, it's just that you don't want to think about it."

"..." Song Mo scratched his head, is he like this?

"You sent gnomes and goblins into the store just as a precaution. In order to continue the long-term cooperation, you need a caravan, the scale does not need to be too large, but you must ensure that once there is a problem with the caravan of Garland and Rhodes, the goods If you can’t supply it in time, you’re in control right away.”

"You mean..."

"You are the lord of Greenland, the business is in your hands, and even King Anris has no right to intervene. But Garland is different from Rhodes, they are just ordinary merchants. Dwarves are not divided into several like humans. In the country, they only have one Council of Elders. The dwarves are very concerned about the interests of the ethnic group, do you know how their clan will view this matter, will they intervene?"

"It's not that serious, is it? Besides, dwarves don't seem to do such things."

"Anyway, it's always good to take precautions. What's more," Old John paused, "Your current business is only in its infancy. It can be foreseen that your business will grow bigger and bigger in the future, and the problems you encounter will also increase." More and more, forming a caravan of your own is also to prepare in advance."

"I see." Song Mo stroked his chin, "It does make sense."

Old John's words overturned some of his original assumptions, but also pointed out another way for him.But if Garland and Rhodes knew that he was forming a caravan, would they think that he wanted to break up with them?What's more, forming a caravan is not an easy task. Many relationships need to be opened up, and the situation in various places must be understood. Perhaps it is more troublesome than cooperating with the dwarf caravan now.

"I'm not urging you to abandon the dwarf caravan and go it alone." Seeing Song Mo's move, Old John still hesitated, and continued, "I just hope you have more chips in your hand."

"Housekeeper, I understand what you mean. Let me think about it carefully."

"Lord Lord..."

"I know you are doing it for my own good." Song Mo paused, looked at Old John with a smile, and said, "If I want to choose someone I trust most in this world, there is no one else but you." Perhaps Feeling a little embarrassed, Song Mo's ears turned red, "This is my truth!"

When Old John heard Song Mo's words, the expression on his face became a little dazed. It seemed that someone had said such words to him a long time ago.Deep in my memory, that man who also has black hair and black eyes...

"Housekeeper?" Song Mo looked at Old John suspiciously, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Old John bent over, "It is the highest honor for a housekeeper to gain your trust."

Outside the room, Reese, who was dressed in a black robe, leaned against the wall, heard the occasional words from the room, and tapped his fingers on the wall, who is the most trusted person?

With a chuckle, his fingers stopped, and a cold light flashed across his eyes.

Sure enough, just liking is not enough.

Red flames ignited in the depths of the demon's eyes, and the beautiful face was dyed with a suffocating brilliance.Rhys Myers never knew that he would have the urge to kill just because of Song Mo's words.

That's it, jealousy?

Slowly closing his eyes, he likes Song Mo Gerryland, so everything about this person, including his soul, must belong to him!

Song Mo, who was discussing the details of setting up a caravan with Old John, suddenly felt a chill behind him, and looked back reflexively. As a matter of course, there was nothing.

"My lord, what's wrong with you?"

"No, nothing." Song Mo pursed his lips. It must be an illusion, right?