It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 809: War preparations, famine preparations and the wedding scene (10,000 rewards plus one update)
Chapter 809: War preparations, famine preparations and the wedding scene (10,000 rewards plus one update)
"Is the Great Famine coming soon?"
The deputy referee of Lucerne was stunned.
He has no idea at all! He hasn’t received any news! In the past year, he has been excluded from the Holy See’s information network. Apart from urging him to complete the task quickly, no one has sent him any news in this regard!
"Yes, dear healer, please come out and take a look."
The warrior leader bowed and saluted.
He was draped in a soft deerskin robe, with holes drilled on the edges using stone needles, and then tied up with deer tendons smashed into strands. The roughness, the simplicity, the pungent smell, the deputy referee of Lucerne only
After taking one look, I wanted to turn away:
It’s so annoying!
Not only does it irritate your eyes, but it also irritates your nose! That deerskin robe, you know what they use to tan it! It’s urine!
Collect a basin of urine, put it in a warm place for three or four days, put it in a room filled with a strong smell, and then soak the deerskin in it! Soak it, turn it over, scrape off the fat and fascia inside, and then stretch it hard...
He accidentally saw it, and then he kept walking around the house where the leather robes were made. The problem was that the clothes worn by every household here were hunted by men and cut and tanned by women.
As long as they come back from hunting once, the tribe will not be able to escape no matter where they go.
When he was in the Vatican, he always wore silk robes! The color was slightly wrong and the embroidered pattern was slightly wrong, so it was not worthy of being worn by him!
Perhaps, he should still find a bigger tribe...
The deputy judge of Lucerne complained silently, followed the warrior leader out, and entered the hall where the tribe gathered. It was more like a dark cave than a hall, and the central firepit was smoked black. It was not known how long it had been used.
At the bottom of the cave, on a stone wall, there were countless lines painted horizontally and vertically. Lucerne squinted his eyes for a while and finally recognized that they were painted with ocher powder mixed with the blood of Warcraft.
This area may be a mountain, that circle may be a lake, and this winding one may be a small river?
"Dear Healer, look." The warrior leader raised his torch and illuminated the mess on the stone wall:
"In previous years, when the new moon rose, the deer would come to this, this or this place to graze. Now that the moon is almost full, the deer still haven't come back, and the grass buds in these places have only just turned green.
, it hasn’t grown to half a foot tall yet.”
The weather is also colder than in previous years, and the time for the snow to melt and the water to freeze is much later than in previous years. Last summer, those who could summon fire and frost passed by here. The great famine that was once mentioned seemed to be really coming.
coming……
The deputy referee of Lucerne was a little confused.
He hasn't farmed the land in many years. No, it should be said that since he entered the Holy See and became a servant of the God of Glory, he has never farmed the land himself.
The weather is cold and the grass grows late, which is indeed not a good sign, but how serious will this famine be?
Maybe those ascetic monks can tell. After all, many of them, including the leader of the ascetic monks in the Glory Holy City, have to go to the ground every day. As for himself
Maybe he should change to a bigger tribe? Although a bigger tribe is more likely to be discovered by those pagans...
"Is the Great Famine really coming?"
Elder Brock, wearing a feather cloak and a feather crown, sat quietly by the fire pit. He shook his palms, sprinkled a handful of spices into the fire, and closed his eyes quietly. Beside him, several disciples beat the leather drums,
Waving the bells, singing loudly, and beating hard.
With the help of the disciples, inspired by chants and spices, a ray of spirituality in the elder rose higher and higher. In the inexplicable void, he tried his best to spread, hover, and search...
"The spirit of the condor told me that the sky was extremely dark and depressing." After a long, long time, Elder Brock opened his eyes, sweating all over his forehead. He said slowly in a hoarse voice:
"The earth is cold and lifeless. The spirit of the condor said that it has never, ever, seen such a desolate land."
"The warning our friends sent last year is true. The great famine is indeed coming."
"Then... Elder, what should we do? Should we organize the best warriors and go hunting far away? There is not enough food in the tribe..."
Elder Brock looked around slowly.
The icy cold wind blew all the way from the pole to the north. From the Kingdom of Kent, to the Hermon Mountains, to the Great Wasteland, and then to the Carolingian Kingdom and the Kingdom of Lain on the mainland.
From the most experienced farmers to the superior lords, when they felt that winter was extraordinarily long and spring came too late, they all discovered something was wrong:
"Quick! Quick! Raise the fence!"
Around the dwarf royal court, the royal knights helped their fellow tribesmen and the barbarians living in the village to drive goats into the fence. The barbarians relied on their height and swung a sledgehammer to raise the fence one circle and then higher.
One circle.
Finally, everyone put on thick gloves and pulled the thorny tree vines around the entire fence:
"Spring came very late this year, and the blue sheep have been slow to come up the mountain. The snow leopards are so hungry that they come down to hunt! If the fences are not built, all the big livestock will be ruined!"
“But what if there’s not enough feed?”
"The servants of the God of Nature taught us a way to store a lot of fodder last year. It's not rotten yet, and there should be enough for a month! In a month, the grass will grow no matter what!"
The dwarves checked the wheat in the warehouse, worked hard to gather the sheep, and worked hard to protect the precious food in the future. The barbarians ran among the mountains and forests, rowed boats in streams and offshore, and tried their best to hunt and fish:
"Hey, luckily I bought a lot of affordable salt last year. Salting the wild animals and fish should last for a long time. No matter what, there will always be fish in the rivers and seas..."
The Netherlands, which also relies on fishing for a living, is not in such a good mood. Although fishing provides a large amount of meat, the fishing industry is also supported by shipbuilding, barrel hoops, sail repair, and net weaving...
In this way, the catch can be sent to other cities or even other countries to be sold in exchange for supplies and money needed by the Dutch.
"No wonder the Kingdom of Kent bought so many fish from us last year..."
The Duke of the Netherlands was flipping through the report given by the clerk, and felt a little unhappy. The pagans were generous with their money and supplies, especially the supply of salt, which was doubled from the previous days.
Double it again.
Without salt, the catch cannot be processed and barreled on site at sea; without salt, the catch cannot be sold hundreds of miles away!
"If I had known that the famine would come so violently, I should have raised the price..."
The Duke stroked his raised moustache and whispered softly. Next to him, the clerk who delivered the report, who was also his most trusted think tank, asked for instructions in a low voice:
"Then, sir, should we raise the price to the Kingdom of Kent this year?"
"...Have we made any transactions with them?"
The Duke glanced sideways. The clerk immediately bowed:
"No, my lord. Your Majesty is asking, should we strictly control the fishermen and make them abide by the laws of the territory?"
"Hmm..." The Duke pressed down the tip of his raised beard, let it go and let it bounce up, pressed it down again, and let it go back up again. After tossing it for several rounds, he muttered:
"What good products are there recently?"
"A few new things appeared on the manifest." The clerk flipped through the piles of reports and deftly pulled out a pamphlet. He opened it, flicked it with his fingertips, and reached the dog-eared page:
"The fertilizer used to cultivate magic plants is said to have been accurately configured by measuring the soil using their latest method;"
"Fresh surge potion, using dragon's breath moss as the main potion, can greatly improve the possibility of water warriors advancing;"
"Direct current defibrillation...eh..."
"What?" The Duke of the Netherlands took the book from the clerk's hand and read it. With the Duke's knowledge of magic props, he read it twice before he stumbled through the term:
"Direct current defibrillation and cardioversion devices can, to a certain extent, rescue advanced knights who have failed to be seriously injured and whose hearts have stopped beating. They can also rescue some seriously ill, seriously injured, heart stopping patients... What is this thing?
?!"
He lowered his head and looked carefully, and saw a line of small words written at the bottom of the manifest. Although the handwriting was small, it was specially traced with silver powder, as if it was afraid that no one would be able to see it:
"See related content in the January issue of "Medical Research"..."
Duke of the Netherlands: "..."
Is it now popular for magicians to write papers as a way to promote their products?
In any case, for the sake of these fresh goods, the Duke of the Netherlands did not tighten trade with the Kingdom of Kent.
If you can save your own warriors without relying on healing skills or relying on the Glory Holy See, you can have more of the same thing. As for what the Holy See thinks...
ha!
Anyway, the fishermen sailed their boats on the sea. How did he know where they were going?
Some people care about famine, and some people don't care much about famine. Seven hundred miles south of the capital of the Netherlands, the capital of the Kingdom of Brolin, a wedding car pulled by six white horses is slowly driving through the streets of the royal capital.
Towards the main entrance of the palace.
On the left and right, knights from the Kingdom of Boyin, one of the seven princes of the Kingdom of Lai, wearing stiff royal blue woolen uniforms and ship-shaped military caps on their heads, guarding their princess's motorcade;
In front and behind, the knights from the Kingdom of Brolin, wearing bright red woolen uniforms and high hats with white ostrich feathers, cleared the way for the queen's motorcade. After that, their hands wearing white gloves kept moving.
waving petals and candies to both sides;
In the motorcade, there were even more priests sent by the Glorious Holy See, who kept sending out little bits of light, decorating the Queen's carriage;
On both sides of the wide road, some well-dressed, some neatly dressed, or some ragged citizens, the streets were empty to welcome their new queen.
The husband held his wife, and the parents held their children in their arms, and stood on tiptoe while trying to stand on tiptoe, past the sentinels holding spears and standing erect. Some people tried to take a look at the new queen's face through the fluttering gauze curtains;
Some people smiled and leaned over to pick up the candies, putting them into their pockets with great care, ready to take them back to share with their families;
And some...
"Wow"
On the side of the road, a little girl about three or four years old with blond curly hair burst into tears. The woman next to her quickly hugged her, stepped back a few steps, and bumped her in her arms carefully:
"Yinwa, what's wrong?"
"Wow wow." The little girl's thin face wrinkled into a ball. After a while, she forcefully spit out the petals in her mouth:
"These flowers are so bitter, Mom, I'm hungry, I'm hungry..."
With just these words, the woman holding her held her daughter in her arms, buried her head on her shoulder, and used her daughter's ragged clothes to cover her tears:
"Mom knows, mom knows... When I go back, I will make you food..."
She also didn’t know why the king charged her family a wedding tax of two copper coins each when they got married;
She also didn't know why the priests would rather decorate the carriage with light than spread the light to the sick and poor people;
She didn't know why she had promised that there would be candies, but on their way there, they could only pick up bitter petals...
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