Chapter 137

A group of prisoners was driven over by the prison guards, and they plucked the beets out of the ground one by one and piled them on the edge of the field.

When these prisoners were digging the food, they were very careful, for fear of damaging the beets. It turned out that they grew up in the desert and only got some food with the gift of the oasis. Therefore, the people of the desert kingdom He has a very religious attitude towards food and does not dare to be lighthearted.

The mayor of the original stone approached Robb cautiously and whispered: "Godfather, are you planting too many beets? After all, this thing is not grain, it is only used to make sugar, and sugar is just a spice. We don't use it much, our little Xifeng Town doesn't use it at all, and even if we add the purchases from itinerant merchants, we can't handle it at all."

Hearing what he said, Baron Noren next to him showed a calm smile, ready to speak at any time.

In fact, Robb had already guessed such a result, and he asked with a smile: "Then what do you say?"

The mayor of Rough Stone Canyon said: "I think it's enough for the beets to be planted. Godfather should pay more attention to rest and be lazy, just like you did before."

"Hahaha!" Baron Noren's nephew couldn't help laughing out loud. After he got a positive look from Baron Noren, he took a big step forward and said respectfully, "Godfather, Yuanshi Town. Since Chang thinks there are too many beets, why don't you sell all the beets you planted this time to our Chenguang family." (PS: Baron Noren's full name is Noren Chenguang)

Robb pretended to hear this for the first time and turned his head: "Oh? Are you willing to take over?"

Nephew Jun smiled and said: "Yes! Otherwise, isn't it a pity that these beets are rotten in the ground?"

Robb quietly looked at Mayor Yuanshi's expression, and when he saw that he was taken out to steal business, there was no unhappy expression on his face. A kind of relieved expression.

This person really has no sense or vision. He doesn't even understand the reason why "cage breaking" can bring him a huge advantage. Not only is he not angry, but he is relieved when he has a competitor, alas!

Even if a new generation replaces the old one, there will always be some front waves that will be beaten to death on the beach by the back waves.

Robb turned to Noren's nephew and said with a smile: "Okay, if you are willing, then sell these beets to your family, you can find a way to hire the townspeople and make them into sugar, and then the next thing. I don't care, I'll just sell you these beets."

Baron Noren couldn't help but be overjoyed, and quickly gave his nephew a wink, his nephew waved his hand, and a large group of servants from the Chenguang family ran over, and several carriages prepared in advance rushed over, and they piled them up on the edge of the field. The beets were desperately moved to the car, and they were all gone in a blink of an eye.

Chapter 191 I'll See How You Live Now

Nine p.m,

As soon as Baron Noren pulled the beets away, Robb took out a large bag of seeds, apples, oranges, grapes... Anyway, a lot of fruit seeds.

His fat house has run out of happy water, so he has to plant a batch of fruits quickly, while the beets are pulled away and the fields are vacant, of course, he has to work quickly. Shoot yourself a wind rush, and quickly sow the seeds.

After sowing the seeds, pick up the small kettle and pour a circle on one pit after another.

At this time, there were already too many fields under his name, and it was too terrifying to use the manpower of thousands of prisoners.

Robb has become the biggest landlord in West Wind Town. Even if he patted the wind and walked away, he had planted a circle of seeds and poured a circle of water, and it would have fallen for more than an hour.

As he himself said, recently he began to feel the joy of building a city-state, and he has gradually shifted from a state of indolence to a state of being an emperor. This kind of watching a town grows slowly under his own management, it is too slow. With a developed feeling and a super sense of accomplishment, it is no wonder that many players like to play "SimCity".

After the hard work of farming was completed, it was already noon.

Robb sat back on his long-lost stone chair. Lillian smiled and placed a large plate with a silver lid in front of him. Her movements were very elegant, and she no longer looked like the little girl from the countryside more than half a year ago. Instead, she had the confidence and grace of the chief maid of a noble family.

Robb smiled and said, "What's for lunch today?"

Lillian gently lifted the lid of the bowl and smiled, "It's the fried chicken you mentioned a few days ago! I researched it for several days, and it was finally fried successfully."

I already have soybean oil at home, and the potato chips have been fried successfully. Robb began to think of some junk food that he often ate in later generations, and when it comes to junk food, of course, fried chicken is inseparable. So, a few days ago, he suggested to Lillian that he wanted to eat fried chicken, and Lillian followed his instructions and tried to study it. Today, it can finally be served on the table.

Robb picked up the fried chicken and tried to take a small bite. It was great. Although it tasted different from the fried chicken in his memory, it was already very touching. He couldn't help but happily say: "Not bad, very good."

Lilian smiled happily, the owner was happy, she was happy.

At this time, a miner probed the door of the church yard: "Godfather, the mayor said that you need a lot of iron ingots, and I will send you iron ingots."

Lillian turned her head with a swipe and said fiercely, "Didn't you see the master eating?"

It's a pity that Lillian's super fierce expression is not scary at all, and the miner is cheerful and has no duck pears.

Robb smiled and said, "You can talk about things even during meals."

He is different from the Western aristocrats, who must speak gentlemanly manners, and only be noble and educated by not speaking during meals. But oriental people talking while eating is the mainstream idea. Robb waved to the miner and said with a smile, "Are there many iron ingots?"

The miner nodded awkwardly: "A lot."

Robb asked gently, "What price do you usually sell this thing for?"

The miner said in a low voice, "Iron ingots are one silver coin per ingot. This is the standard purchase price for merchants from big cities."

"Oh?" Robb said, "If it is made into an iron sword, how much will it sell for?"

The miner said: "Two iron ingots can make an iron sword. The price of the crude iron sword we made is about three silver coins, and the iron swords made by the powerful blacksmiths in big cities can be sold for about ten silver coins. Bundle."

Robb now understands why the miners and blacksmiths in West Wind Town are so poor. Two iron ingots can only be sold for two silver coins. What kind of shit is this money enough? If it was made into an iron sword, it would only be able to sell three silver coins, and only one more silver coin would be sold, but it would take a lot of time and energy to beat it, as well as the fuel for the stove.

Miners and blacksmiths can't make money!

"It can't be so cheap." Robb smiled: "I, the miner and blacksmith in Xifeng Town, can't be so wronged, or it won't be long before no one wants to mine. Your iron ingots are three times the market price. Sell ​​it to me, three silver coins a ingot."

"Three silver coins per ingot?" The miner was startled: "How can I earn Godfather's money with such an unconscionable conscience."

"Haha, it doesn't matter, I will buy it myself at this price." Robb smiled: "Bring all your iron ingots and put them at my feet. Lillian, count how many ingots you have and pay for it. he."

The miners were very moved, and then all the miners who came to hand in the iron ingots were all very moved.

Godfather's act of doubling the price of buying iron ingots can't be described in any other words other than doing good deeds. Let all the miners in West Wind Town feel a real, father-like caress.

It's getting late!

As evening came, Robb's yard was full of iron ingots, as high as a hill.

The purchase price of three silver coins and one ingot rewritten the three views of the townspeople, so every miner took out all the iron ingots at the bottom of the press box at home, and Robb couldn't figure out how many iron ingots he received. Anyway, there are definitely 50,000 ingots.

Because after dinner, Lillian came over with a sad face and reported that she had spent more than 1,500 gold coins in doing good deeds madly this time, and a huge sum of money was gone. As a housekeeper, Lillian felt very distressed.

This little girl just can't change the thinking of the poor, what is 1,500 gold coins?

Robb doesn't take this money as money.

He used magic to heat up his hot spring pool again, then stripped naked and jumped into the pool, soaking in comfortably, and he also knew that it wouldn't last long, the one who liked to call him while he was taking a shower peeked at him The ghost woman in the upper body will appear.

Sure enough, the crystal ball began to emit a bright light.

Robb rolled the crystal ball three times, then placed it by the pool, and the queen's beautiful face slowly appeared in the crystal ball.

She didn't bother to mention the fact that Robb was taking a bath now. After the phone call, she glanced at Robb without any psychological pressure, and didn't even mention the matter of taking a bath. Call me in the evening to see what your liver emperor is, and I'll take a look now. Come on, tell me what a liver emperor is."

"Good!" Robb pointed to the iron ingots piled up beside the "hot spring pool", and smiled: "See? These are iron ingots, and now I'm going to make them into high-quality long swords and sell them to you."

After speaking, Robb rubbed his hands together, and the two iron ingots turned into an iron sword. It was not a very high-quality iron sword, it was just a practice outfit for practicing low-level "forging" skills, a very low-end green outfit. With only a +5 attack attribute attached, it sucks.

PS: I wish everyone a happy Valentine's Day. Father-in-law has a five-month watch on Valentine's Day. It can be regarded as a little comfort for single book lovers.

Chapter 192