With mixed feelings, Klose wandered absent-mindedly through the halls of the town hall.

Suddenly, he heard someone calling out to him from behind his back.

Looking back, I realized that this was not the village chief of Quincy who was called one of the "Two Wests of the Demon Eagle Castle"?

Although I haven't seen him for a while, the spirit of the old man has become more and more strong. The flushed face was a sign that the old man was doing well. It seems that the development of the village has made the old man's life very fulfilling.

"Hehe, hello Village Chief Quincy~ How is it? What are you doing at the town hall now? ”

Quincy smiled and said, "Your Highness, I am mainly responsible for the crops now. Lord Huboru gave me the title of Minister of Agriculture. ”

"Not bad, not bad~~~ It seems that you are doing a good job in this position!"

Quincy laughed and said, "I heard Lord Hu Bolu say that you provided the seeds of those crops in our territory?" That's some good seeds! The grains of those wheat are full and tight, but the grain we planted before does not know how many times the harvest amount! I haven't calculated it yet, but when the harvest comes next year, I can imagine that picture! ”

Klose couldn't help but blush, he just gave them those seeds, as for how to plant them.... He's just black-eyed!

Luckily, the soil of Fort Eagle allows the crops in the supermarket to grow against the season, and they are growing well. In Klose's opinion, this is simply a gift from God! It's not an exaggeration to say it's open, right?

For a man who doesn't understand Mao's hair, he doesn't know anything about farming, building buildings, and building weapons.

Luckily, there are all kinds of related skill books in the supermarket! All he had to do was translate the books into the lingua franca of the continent and distribute them to everyone.

Alas~ Isn't it too lazy to do this yourself?

I think he just gnawed on a copy of "Agricultural Basics" for two nights, if he studied further, it wouldn't cost his little life?

Suddenly, Klose seemed to remember something, looked at Quincy's old face like a blooming chrysanthemum and said, "Quincy Village Chief! Have you ever heard of rice in addition to wheat? ”

"Rice?" The village chief recalled for a while and slowly shook his head: "I've never heard of it.... We eat wheat here, as well as some barley, fruits, and grains. What is rice? ”

Klose snapped his fingers, he felt that there was Lana in terms of territorial grand strategy, and Hu Bolu in the overall plan, so it would be good to do what he could and improve everyone's quality of life~!

He dragged the village chief Quincy to the edge of the canal that had been carved out of the Moon River.

"Rice~~~ As the name suggests, it is rice grown in water. We can create a test field by the river that is dedicated to growing rice. Rice can produce rice grains, and then we will have rice to eat! ”

"Oh.... Is it the kind of white, granular food you once entertained us, Your Highness? ”

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Klose can't even remember when he ever served everyone to white rice?

"In this way, the village chief, I will go back tonight and drive a night train, and write a basic book on rice cultivation for you and hand it over to you tomorrow!" Let's get started! ”

"That would be the best thing, Your Highness, but..."

Seeing that the village chief of Quincy was about to stop talking, Klose took the initiative to ask, "What do you have to say!" I'm probably one of the idleest people in Castle Eagle right now. ”

The old village chief smiled: "Your Highness, you are not the most idle person, if it weren't for you, how could we get together?" And those monsters, this is a scene that I can't even dream of in my dreams for half my life~! ”

The old man sighed for a moment, and then said, "Actually, it's like this.... I have an idea, I don't know what Your Highness thinks. ”

"You say."

"There are very few wheat fields around us that can be cultivated, and if we want to grow large areas of wheat, we have to cut down the trees in the Demon Forest... But then the Warcraft will be a little out of business! So I thought.... Is it trying to grow some vegetables and wheat on those stepped cliffs near the abyss or near the fireside mines? ”

"Oh?" Klose's eyes lit up, and he said unexpectedly: "Quincy Village Chief, you don't say that I really didn't think about it!" You reminded me that you had a good idea! ”

Klose cried out in his heart: "Isn't that the terraces? Why did you think of it yourself! ”

The terraces, in Klose's last life, were so ordinary that they couldn't be more ordinary.

But people in this world seem to be unwilling to put in more effort to think and improve in this area.

As long as the lords are well fed and warmly dressed, few people are willing to think about the sensitive life and death. This is why the cultivated land in the kingdoms was so small, and the main sources of food were gathering and hunting.

In fact, the steep cliff on the edge of the abyss, as well as the high and low terrain of the furnace mine, are very suitable for building terraces!

This strip-shaped step section can not only effectively store water, but also have a significant effect on increasing crop yield!

Because these locations don't have to worry about ventilation and lighting, irrigation is also very convenient! If water from the Moon River were to be brought into the terraces, they would be able to grow rice on them!

This will not only bring a new staple food to the people, but also make use of the abandoned rocky land on the edge of the cliff! It's a win-win-win!

Klose was already excited to think of this! He didn't want to wait any longer.

"Chief Quincy! We'll see you tomorrow~~ I'll go back and start preparing now! ”

The village chief looked at the little lord who ran away like a gust of wind, and muttered with a smile: "Alas~~ What virtue did we accumulate in our last life?" How could you meet a lord who treats his people so kindly? Your Highness is truly merciful.... In the future, he will definitely become a generation of Mingjun! ”

Old Quincy suddenly covered his mouth with his hand when he said this! How could I just say what I thought in my heart?

But around him. After a closer look, I realized that no one around me was paying attention to the conversation on their side, and everyone was busy with what they were doing.

The old village chief patted his chest and let out a sigh of relief, and then went back to work.

Klose hurried back to the castle, and he saw from a distance that Nightwind was limping out of the wall.

He was a little confused at first, but when he saw the other party's trembling legs, he immediately understood!

The little lord's rare old face turned red, but the happy smile on his face couldn't be concealed.

Running over a few steps, before Night Wind could speak, he was hugged by a princess of Klose.

"Huh? Honey, let me down! Don't be seen! ”

After last night's passion, Night Wind was now more shy than before facing Klose.

Klose leaned in and kissed Nightwind on the cheek.

"What does it matter to me holding my wife? It's inconvenient for you to walk now, I'll pick you up wherever you want to go. ”

Nightwind buried her face in Klose's chest, and she felt as if she had returned to her childhood at this moment. How long has it been since I've tried this feeling? Maybe after she can walk?

"I.... I just want to go and soak up the sun. ”

"Hehe~ No problem! We're walking~! ”

In this way, Klose hugged the night breeze, ignoring the different stares of the maids around him, and ran all the way to the terrace on the top floor of the castle.

He took out a chaise longue and placed Night Breeze on it. Then I took out a hand warmer, lit a charcoal fire inside, and put a cotton cloth cover. It's warm and comfortable to hold in your arms.

With that done, Klose picked out another storybook for Nightwind to pass the time. Lying on the stone table on the terrace, he began to translate a book on terrace construction.

Time is like this, once you devote yourself to doing something, time always flies~~

Before Klose could see how many pages he had translated, he noticed that the light above his head had dimmed, and the handwriting on the paper was becoming more and more illegible.

But he's a magician now!

Summons a ball of colorful energy floating in mid-air. Klose stripped the ball of its color except for the white light.

In this way, the ball of energy suspended above his head turned into a fluorescent lamp. The brightness is soft and not dazzling, the light source is stable and not shaking, and it is much more comfortable to write again.

It's just that while translating the books, Klose is also wondering, when will he be able to electrify his castle? If you have electricity, it's much easier to do a lot of things.

Of course, electricity is not very useful for a mage like him, who is now able to flexibly control the elements, but for ordinary people, it is a qualitative leap!

Just as he was thinking about these haves and haves, Klose suddenly heard the low sobs of the night wind.

He was shocked and hurriedly looked up. I found that the dark elves were quietly wiping tears with their heads down.

"What's wrong? My dear. ”

Klose put down his pen and walked over, holding Night Wind's head in his arms, gently stroking the other's hair.

But he heard the night wind choke and said, "Woo.... Juliet.... and Romeo .... All dead! They are so pathetic.... How could such cruel things happen in the world? Compared to them... I consider myself so lucky...."

Klose scratched his head, he thought something had happened, he was reading a book and crying for a long time. It seems that this dark elf is indifferent on the surface, and his feelings are quite rich.

"Good ~ don't cry, these are all stories, made up by the author. But we're much luckier than they. Sister Night Wind, do you know that after meeting you, I think I'm even luckier! ”

Nightwind nodded slightly, and it was easy to stop crying.

Klose patted the other man on the back in distress, couldn't help but lean down again, and had a lingering French kiss, before deciding to go back to the bedroom with the dark elf to do something meaningful, and then continue to translate the book.

How else is it said that young people are energetic? Sixteen or seventeen-year-old young men can be described as "excessive" in this regard.

Tossed the dark elves until they fell into a deep sleep. Klose stretched his waist and sat down at the table like a chicken to continue his translation business.