Chapter 1285 I Have Good News for You

"The Lord God bless you! A letter from the royal capital! A letter from the royal capital!..."

The messenger from the royal capital rushed into the Purple Grass City, and then divided into three teams, heading respectively to the Purple Grass Legion camp, the main temple of the Purple Grass City, and the Southern Shipbuilding Department. Soon, the warriors in the city were mobilized, and the southern shipbuilding company was even busier and bustling.

"An order came from the royal capital to form the fourth fleet heading to the north!..."

"What?! Didn't I say that this year's expedition to the Mixtec coast will give priority to replenishing the Lithospermum navy. And the exploration support in the north will be suspended for two years?..."

"The Lord God witnessed! The Divine Enlightenment Office in the royal capital sent a messenger and presented His Majesty's royal order! The latest royal order!..."

"Ah...but all the galleys owned by the shipbuilding company have been delivered to the Purple Grass Navy..."

"There is an order from above to deploy all two Fengshen Shuttles, plus all nine newly built Water God Sand Ships, to form a northbound fleet! The Fengshen Shuttle will head north this month, bringing dozens of capable crew members to support all the way to The forefront of the West Sea, while the Water God Sand Ship is slower, loading goods and moving hundreds of people to supplement the development base in the northern continent..."

"Lord God! Two Fengshen shuttle ships, nine Water God sand ships, all new ships need to be mobilized? Then the shipbuilding department will be empty all of a sudden, and a big ship transporting wood will also be gone..."

"Let's use a small catamaran to hold it up first! Then recruit a batch of canoes and let the sailors run a few more times...Besides, isn't there a second batch of five Fengshen shuttle boats and twenty boats in the yard? Is the Water God Sand Ship under construction?…

"The construction of the second batch of large ships has just begun! It will take three or four months for the sand ships to be launched, and I'm afraid they won't be launched until after the autumn harvest. The Fengshen shuttle ships are even slower! Five ships were built in one go. There were not enough skilled craftsmen at all, and they all relied on gold. The shipwright and sailmaker looked at it, and sometimes they had to rework it... Even if there was a ready-made keel, it would be next spring! ...Besides, hasn't the northern route been explored? Why continue to support the fleet if there is not enough manpower? We might even have to be recruited and sent to the northern continent thousands of miles away..."

"Shut up, you are talking so much! This is His Majesty's order!... Cough! I'm telling you in a low voice... It's not our turn this time. The Purple Grass Legion will send out two hundred warriors, and the Lord God Priest will mobilize a group of devout and fearless warriors. Tekos believers, add some captured Mixtec young men...God bless you and get to work quickly..."

"Ah, yes! The Lord God's blessing! Follow the Lord God's guidance and open up the northern continent!..."

The chaotic discussion echoed lowly in the shipbuilding department. The craftsmen and apprentices were very busy, but the order was not chaotic at all, and even somewhat organized. These experienced craftsmen, who abide by military law and have worked in the shipbuilding industry for several years, are indeed the most valuable asset of the kingdom. They don't need to worry. No matter how short of manpower the ship has, they will not be sent to the northern continent.

Unless... the kingdom wants to expand the shipbuilding workshop on the west coast into a real western shipbuilding company according to its previous plan, at the Golden Bay Port where the Miwok tribe has been naturalized...

"Ah?! Let me join the fleet going to the north, go back to my hometown, and get together with the Miwok chiefs... Well, it's time to go back and have a look! Take a look at the once small Golden Bay Port, take a look The North Bay tribe where I come from, look at the tribes in the Miwok Bay area who have converted to the Lord God..."

The Cedar Shaman had a complicated expression on his face, muttering something in his mouth, and the wooden staff in his hand was shaking a little. After a while, he took a deep breath, put away the expression on his face, and walked out of the shipyard in vigorous strides. Before leaving, he glanced at the busy "master craftsman" Jin Shanshu who was in charge of dozens of boatmen. After hesitating for a few breaths, he finally did not speak.

"Forget it, Lao Jin is doing well! He commands so many craftsmen and brings so many apprentices... There is no way the shipyard will let him go..."

The heavy shaman's wooden staff was swinging in the air without touching the ground at all. The wooden stick quickly swung out of the shipyard, and no one came to stop it. It continued to wander leisurely, drifting through the logging fields on the outskirts of the city, drifting through shallow rivers and streams, and finally met the samurai who stopped it, but soon let it go.

"Greetings to you, respected northern priest! Captain Qi is at the very end, in the tomato field..."

"Okay...may the Lord God bless you!..."

Next, the wooden staff rose higher, over the soybeans and peas that had been harvested for the first time, over the rice and millet planted for the second time, and over the traditional "Three Sisters" of corn, beans, and pumpkins. Finally, it finally reached its target, punched the ground hard, inserted it into the soft vegetable field, and let out a loud cry.

"Hey! Old Corn, what are you doing? Why are you still pinching the buds of the red fruit seedlings you finally planted?..."

"Ah! Who?!..."

A loud voice suddenly sounded from behind. Chihuaco, the old militiaman, was so frightened that he pinched all the main buds of the tomato seedlings with his hands. He trembled in distress, turned his head and saw an old smiling face. That face has a plump sky, a round earth pavilion, and a wide and plump hall. At first glance, it looks like... extremely unlucky!

"Damn, bad luck! What bad luck! Why are you such an old idiot?!...You can't even make a sound when you walk, and you run out in broad daylight to scare people!..."

"Haha! If the hunter makes noise when walking, how can he catch the deer in the forest? But you, Old Corn! After two years of farming, your vigilance is getting worse and worse. It's not as good as what I just saw. When you..."

Cedar Shaman smiled and reached out to pat Chihuaco on the shoulder, but he dodged it. The old militiaman glanced at Xuesong angrily and asked aloud.

"Haven't you been hanging out in the shipyard? You want to learn some shipbuilding skills... You don't like farming, so what are you doing in this field?"

"No hurry, let's talk later..."

The cedar shaman waved his hand, squatted down curiously, looked at the neat row of tomatoes in front of him, and asked again.

"I just stood behind you and watched you pick and choose... Are you pinching the buds of these red fruits? What's the point of pinching buds?"

"Ha! You won't understand this kind of land matter even if I tell you... Hey! Hey! Don't pinch randomly, some buds need to be left!... Okay! I'll tell you!..."

The old militia sighed helplessly, pointed at the tomatoes in the field, and explained seriously.

"Picking the leaves on top is topping, so that the tomatoes can grow to both sides and produce more fruits...Picking the buds on the bottom is pruning, which also makes the tomatoes produce more fruits...Look at the location of those buds, they are all located at the fork of two branches. Even if such buds grow, they will not bear fruit later...So, they must be pinched off in advance!..."

"Huh?..."

The cedar shaman blinked and tried to think for a long time, but he couldn't understand the reason at all.

"Old Corn, why do the red fruits grow to the sides and produce more fruits after the leaves on the top are picked off?..."

"Because it grows too high, it only grows leaves and no fruit..."

"The buds below haven't grown yet, how do you know it won't bear fruit?..."

"Because that's the bud at the fork! The buds at the fork will definitely not produce tomatoes, they will only grow leaves. If it sprouts a little lower, it will produce fruit-bearing branches!..."

"Uh... this red fruit is really strange! Why is it like this? Are you kidding me?..."

"What! I'm kidding me? It's just like this! I've been growing tomatoes for so many years, don't I know this?!...""Then what is the reason? What determines whether it grows leaves or fruits?..."

"This... this reason... Oh! I'm a farmer, how can I know so much?! Oh, don't pinch it randomly..."

The cedar shaman asked questions here and there, and his palm was still touching the tomato seedlings. The old militiaman Chivaco was forced into a panic, his head ached, and he finally couldn't help shouting.

"Okay! I'll tell you why!... That blind man... Well, His Majesty gave me a book, I looked at it for a long time, and even asked a priest to read it to me..."

"The book said that there are many small cells in some crops, so small that they can't be seen with the eyes! There are all kinds of entangled divinities in the small cells, which are divided and combined, and determine the appearance and output of the crops... Then there are even smaller tadpoles, swimming in the small cells, letting it sprout and bear fruit... It's all some weird stuff!"

"...! Your Majesty's book? The legendary divine revelation book of your first shaman?... Invisible small cells, divinity and tadpoles?"

The cedar shaman's hand paused, and his eyes widened in surprise. He didn't expect that interrupting the conversation would yield such a reward. He also wanted to ask where the "weird book" was so that he could borrow it to take a closer look. After all, as a well-informed northern shaman, he actually has a good understanding of plants. Perhaps he can understand something and even write his own shaman book... But as soon as he opened his mouth, he saw Chivaco snatching his wooden stick away angrily.

"Old wood! Every time I see you, it's bad... Don't interrupt! If you have any bad news, tell me quickly! I can handle it!..."

"Hey! It's not bad news, it's good news... I have good news to tell you..."

Cedar Shaman rubbed his hands and replied with a smile.

"Lord God bless us! We are finally going to sea!..."

"What! Going to sea?!..."

Hearing this, Chivaco was struck by lightning, his heart and liver trembled, and his knees softened instantly.