Chapter 468 1. The Origin of Crown Pharmacist Company --- Learning From Qaz Brothers for My Love [1/20]
Chapter 468 1. The Origin of Crown Pharmacist Company --- Learning from qaz brothers for my love [120]
In the blink of an eye, the Arathi Highlands had been quiet for almost a month, and there were no more wars in the south, and the tension within the human empire had eased a little. It was the spring plowing that was about to begin, and no one expected that at this point in time, And then some other bad things break out.
Recently, in the hinterland of northern Xinjiang, the biggest news should be the plant disaster that suddenly broke out in Quel'Thalas. Various gossips spread wildly in the city. The news became real.
The escape of the high elves was not embarrassing. In fact, although the war in Quel'Thalas suffered heavy losses, for the entire high elves race, the loss this time was still within the acceptable range. Although the previous Sun King The mysterious disappearance cast an ominous shadow over the hearts of the people, but the coronation of the new Sun King, as well as his vigorous and resolute style of work, also calmed the elf's anxiety a lot.
In just one week, the immigration work of Quel'Thalas has begun in an orderly manner. Most of the first immigrants from the high elves are businessmen and mages who have had contact with humans, and they rely on the kingdom of Lordaeron. The gift of a batch of supplies, those high elves who are still stranded in the mountains of Quel'Thalas and Stratholme, can last for a while.
To be honest, not everyone is willing to leave their hometown and start a new life, especially for those elves who have lived in Quel'Thalas all their lives, it is a very difficult choice to leave their ancestral land.
In short, this process will take a long time, and the Sun King Kael'thas does not seem to be in a hurry to move all his people to the hinterland of northern Xinjiang. Judging from the recent frequent mobilization of the high elves' Sunsail fleet, this The "young" Sun King seems to have his own plans.
For those high elves who took the initiative to enter the human city, the people of the Kingdom of Lordaeron also welcomed them. Regardless of whether there are conflicts between the upper echelons, in the magical world of Azeroth, most civilians still retain With a simple style and character, last year, they selflessly accepted some immigrants from Kul Tiras, and now, they can naturally accept these suffering elves again.
How should I put it, the human heart is full of flesh. When a disaster strikes, it is the choice most people will make to lend a helping hand to the refugees without threatening their own survival.
The lord of Stratholme City, the hereditary baron Mr. Rivendell, also welcomed these elves into his city. He graciously vacated some city mansions for the high elves to live in, but some elves chose to go to The farming districts of Stratholme, those big farms north-west of Stratholme, were always quieter.
However, the news of the arrival of the elves became unnoticed in just a few days, because the annual spring plowing was about to begin.
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For the current system of the human empire, farming is very important. It is directly related to the supply of the army and the stability of the country. For the people of the era, arable land was also an extremely important property.
After the human emperor Lothar twisted human society into a single rope with an ancient contract, the emperor's emphasis on agriculture directly led to more cultivated land being reclaimed, especially in the war-torn Hillsbury De Hills, those abandoned lands were redistributed to the immigrants of the Stormwind Kingdom and Kul Tiras, and the Lordaeron Stratholme and Gilneas regions, known as the "granary", also directly sent agricultural officials. , to take charge of agricultural affairs.
Emperor Lothar even repeatedly invited the druids who walked in Gilneas to guide the agricultural production of his own empire farmers, and the spies stationed in the southern border also continuously sent the Defias Federation in the southern border The means of production are sent back to the Northland.
After learning that the Defias Federation had begun to adopt mechanical harvesting and planting crops, many nobles of Emperor Lothar saw the power of mechanical creations, so he ordered the dwarf craftsmen who were exiled to the empire to also start imitating for the empire. Same mechanics.
Driven by this general environment, many humans also saw business opportunities. Some bold businessmen used many means to obtain some special "products" from the Defias region and started their own new businesses.
For example, the famous "Crown Apothecary Company" in Stratholme City is the pioneer of this kind of business.
This firm specializing in agricultural products took root in Stratholme more than ten years ago, but at that time, it was just a small shop that would close down at any time. I found a boss, a middle-aged nobleman. At his request, the mechanics of the Crown Pharmacist Company, under the guidance of simple blueprints bought from the Black Iron District, began to try to make a crude harvester.
It turned out that when this batch of goods was produced, it was just in time for last year's harvest. As a result, the mechanical products of Crown Apothecary Company became a hit, and almost one of those craftsmen took over one-fifth of the farm harvesting work in the entire Stratholme District. , Earning untold money, this year's spring plowing, Crown Apothecary Company also took advantage of the opportunity to launch its own "planter".
Although the shape of the machine is almost exactly the same as the planter that has been used for two years in the Defias Federal District thousands of miles away, this does not prevent the Crown Apothecary Company from calling it "its own product". With the support of Baron Wendale, during this week, the workers of the Crown Apothecary Company were distributed to the farms in the entire Stratholme and Tirisfal regions, ready to start spring plowing at any time.
"What is this cauldron for?"
On the Dalson Farm in the northwest of Stratholme, Mr. Dalson, the farmer wearing a loose old robe, is looking curiously at the large seeder slowly driving into his farm.
The logo of the Crown Apothecary Company is printed on this stupid big black and thick machine. Several old technicians are holding wrenches, under the command of the dwarf technician, making final adjustments to the planter, and old Mr. Dalson is leaning on himself While sharing a bag of cigarettes with the foreman of the Crown Pharmacist Company, he pointed curiously at the large pot dragged behind the machine and asked:
"Last year's harvester didn't have such a big pot. Tsk tsk, if you cook rice with this thing, you can cook dozens of people in one pot."
"That thing? I don't know what it's for."
The foreman was also a native of Stratholme. He took the poor-quality cigarettes handed over by the old Dalson, lit it with the lighter he carried, and said to the old Dalson after taking a deep breath of the smoke:
"However, I heard from the company's senior pharmacist that that thing is used to boil some potions. I heard that it is also a method learned from Nanjiang. He actually knows how to farm.”
The foreman explained in a rambling manner, as if chatting about family affairs:
"It is said that in southern Xinjiang, those farmers who are ruled by the undead will release some potions into the farmland after a period of time after sowing. What is it called? Fertilizer, yes, fertilizer... that's the word, It's like nourishing the seeds, you understand? Let the fields produce more food. I heard that the farms in the south produce at least one-third more food than our northern farms. It's like a witch's Like magic."
"Isn't it just composting?"
The old Dalson spat in disdain. He looked at the big pot behind the planter with some doubts, and then lowered his voice: "You can find out for me, are those medicines, fertilizers, etc. expensive?"
"Uh, it is said that the chemical fertilizers after the spring plowing are given away for free, mainly to build a brand for our company."
The foreman scratched his head and said:
"Of course, it is also because many elves live in Stratholme City, occupying the warehouse we originally booked, so the boss asked that you have to boil the medicine in the open air on your farm. If you agree to install the medicine cauldron in your Farm, in summer, we can give you another potion for free, but in the future, we will charge for it."
"What? Take my land and charge me money?"
Old Dalson was not happy, the sly old farmer rolled his eyes, and finally, he gestured with five fingers:
"You have to give me at least 5 years for free, or you will take this pot away! I have paid a lot of money to use your planter!"
"5 years? Are you kidding me!"
The foreman threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground, stomped it hard, and said to old Dalson:
"Do you think my boss is doing good? That old guy is very stingy. I want to make this deal with you, and I won't have to do my job, but... over there in Hearthglen, you know , Knight Fording hates these machines very much, even the farms in his territory are unwilling to put medicine pots, so if you let us install more medicine pots in your field, maybe this matter can still be discussed... .”
"Well, yes, let's put a few more!"
There was a hint of cunning in old Dalson's eyes:
"But you have to promise me that after the chemical fertilizers are boiled, leave me more."
"No problem, let's start the installation now. Plant the seeds overnight tonight, and start boiling the chemical fertilizers tomorrow morning. You also bring your son to help, and our company will pay the wages."
"Okay, that's all."
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"The plague...cough cough, I mean, the potion cauldron has been arranged!"
In the business district of Stratholme City, in the headquarters of the Crown Apothecary Company, the boss of the company, a middle-aged aristocrat wearing a black windbreaker and meticulously combed gray hair, sat comfortably on a chair. His feet were not in line with etiquette. Leaning by the table, he said to the phantoms in front of him:
"A total of 87 medicinal cauldrons are scattered throughout the Stratholme region and the farms in the southeast of Tirisfal. The wind has been strong these days. Once the medicinal cauldron starts to boil, it will only take a few hours to completely cover it. The sky near Andorhal needs 1 day to transform, that is to say, by this time the day after tomorrow, everyone, our army will be formed."
"Good job, Balnazar, you really are suitable to hang out among humans."
In the hall in front of the middle-aged nobleman, the figure of the dreadlord Varimathras was suspended in the air, and he said in an appreciative tone:
"Your six months of lurking were not in vain, and you will be rewarded for it."
"It's natural. It's very pleasant to deceive these humans, but I have to pay attention to the things on the side of the medicine cauldron. On the other side of Rivendell, another person will go there. The grains harvested last year, especially the added I have already prepared the part of the material in the warehouse, and it can be distributed to everyone in this city at any time, including those elf refugees who are waiting to be fed. Hehehe, I can't help but want to see them waiting in panic. It looks dead."
Balnazar smirked a few times triumphantly, and at the end of the eye contact of several dreadlords, Malganis, the dreadlord who was good at seducing people, finally stood up on his own initiative.
"Leave Rivendell to me. His son is seriously ill, and he has permeable incentives. Balnazar's preliminary work is also very good. I will be in charge of finishing... To be honest, I have It’s been a long time since I’ve done such a thing, and it’s a pleasure to work under Cassanatier’s command, there are no more stupid shackles, we do what we want, we do what we want!”
"Arrange it as you like, but I want to remind you."
The vision of Varimathras murmured:
"Be careful in recent activities. There are paladins from the Silver Hand stationed near Andorhal, and the mages of the high elves who migrated here are very good at detecting illusions, especially you, Balnazar, once you are captured by the young The Sun King is watching, and with your strength and his strength, it will be very difficult to escape, after finishing the business here, remember to join us in Lordaeron."
"Our mission is about to end, it would be a pity if we fell in the darkness before dawn..."