Chapter 7 Plague Prevention and Infrastructure Farming Plan

"Okay, it smells so bad. Move me farther away. Who said locusts can eat it? It doesn't taste good when roasted."

After Ryan transformed into a scene person, he collapsed on the stretcher without any strength, swinging his arms feebly, indicating to the knights to carry him upwind, unwilling to continue to smell these terrible smells.

Kamo thought for a while with a rigorous attitude and said: "Sir, no one said that locusts can be eaten. In religious texts, disasters are punishments from the great sun or the devil is causing trouble. No matter how you look at it, they don't look like they are edible. thing."

He also smelled the surrounding air carefully, and after a while, he came to the conclusion: "It must have smelled like burnt feces in the farmland. Before -"

"Stop, stop, stop! I'm not in the mood to listen to this," Ryan waved his hand in front of his nose, "Have two teams of knights stationed in the fields in shifts, and any suspicious people who come near for observation will be caught alive. Wait until daylight tomorrow before continuing. Recruit the next group of farmers to clean up the locust corpses and fill the land so that this group of farmers can go home and rest. Now send me back to Iron Thorn. I think the lord is not resting at this time. I have something else to talk to him about. ”

Kamo nodded, with some respect in his expression.

He has abandoned his prejudices against this aristocratic son who was once convicted of heresy.

Just as the priests guessed, the piety of the nobles and knights towards religious beliefs was superficial, but the crime of heresy was very suitable to be used against their enemies and labeled them.

But everyone knows that these are unfounded crimes.

The knights respect people who have the ability to solve problems more. Since Ryan can eliminate the entire locust disaster overnight and save the territory's food harvest in the second half of the year, then they will respect Ryan.

"Besides, your humble appearance is quite good now. It's better not to return to your domineering appearance before."

Ryan said finally, and was carried into the carriage, heading towards Ironthorn Castle in the middle of the night.

Most of the people of Turin will not know the news that the locust plague has been eliminated until the next day. However, the nobles who also live in Turin and are "loyal" to the Will family will not know the news tonight. I know how many people can sleep peacefully.

Lord Gorgart saw Ryan slumped on a stretcher in the front hall. During the day, the confident and lively young man who liked to yell, now looked like a drunken boy who was exhausted from overwork.

Well, his skin is so pale that he almost looks like a noble, and his reputation is not very good.

"Find me some porridge, not too thick."

As soon as Ryan arrived at the castle, he hurriedly said that the operation just now consumed too much of his energy.

The servants hurriedly brought the prepared food. Watching Ryan gulp down the food, he regained some energy and sat up.

"You all go down." Gaugart knew that Ryan was going to talk to him about some confidential matters again.

"Wait, let Kamo stay. He will be mine for the next period of time, don't you mind." Ryan touched his newly full belly with satisfaction, "There is a familiar person commanding me. I’m more reassured, it won’t be another spy or killer, at least this guy won’t stab me while I’m sleeping.”

Gorga nodded, so Kamo straightened up and stood a little behind.

Later, the lord reacted and said: "Do you still think there are people with malicious intentions in Turin, and they will find ways to kill you?"

Ryan opened his eyes wide and said sincerely: "Isn't this an obvious thing? You are also a lord after all, and I thought your political fighting skills were very good. Why do you give me a very silly and naive feeling now? The dead eunuch Boboli has not left yet. He will definitely write to inform the principality that we have solved the problem of locust plague. If the locust plague was originally the way others attacked Turin, how could they let me go. "

Gogart tried his best to ignore Ryan's look like he was looking at a fool, took a deep breath, and then said: "Don't worry about the Mast family's loyalty to us, then let Kamo follow you. As for the other families, you are right, They are just my vassals, attached to the territory of Turin. If the locust plague is not solved and there is not enough food, they will defect to other lords."

Ryan waved his hand and said: "Now that the locust plague has been resolved, you only need to worry about whether the fields that have not been damaged by the insect plague can be harvested normally, as well as the fire safety of the granaries. Huh--, starting tomorrow, we will start digging from the two big rivers Aqueducts, build fixed irrigation canals. In addition, slowly relocate all residents near the southern river. You should know that I killed a zombie in the south that night. I looked at the map and the zombie group could not pass through. Across the river, the walking corpse was probably brought here by someone, so we must also prevent the plague from breaking out in the territory. "

Gaugart thought for a while and said: "I will send someone to investigate. Someone has tried to cross the river abyss before to explore the ruined Principality of Genoa. If it starts from Turin, there will be records at the port. Alas, It’s such an eventful time. It seems that a web of destiny has been woven over us, and I still can’t see who is going to attack us. Where is the way to break it?”

Ryan pointed at himself and said confidently: "Now, I'm here to solve these problems."

Gaugart's tired expression finally softened a little and said: "Then I will believe you."

Ryan quickly went to rest, but Gorgart still had government affairs to attend to.

Although Ryan didn't see why these cumbersome documents needed to be processed, I heard that the best ending for Terra's officials was to die of exhaustion at their jobs. Perhaps these jobs were the meaning of their lives.

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This Lord of Gorgat has not returned to the embrace of the Empire, but he already has such a dedicated attitude. Well, it is very suitable for him to be transformed by the Mechanicus in the future and continue to shine for the Empire!

Early the next morning, Ryan got up and washed himself with a refreshed spirit. It was just that the sanitation system of the medieval castle was a bit strange. When defecating, he always had to worry about whether the building near the cliff would collapse, and whether the strong wind in the valley would blow the filth back.

And the paper used for cleaning was indeed a bit rough. It seems that special training must be strengthened in the future to develop a pair of iron eyes.

Maybe it will be useful when there is a chance to face those imperial guards who are suspected of having special fetishes in the future.

Today's breakfast is milk and rye bread, and a piece of fried venison.

Rye is more unpalatable than wheat, and it is a bit difficult to swallow. However, Ryan accepted everything that came his way. His body functions far exceeded those of ordinary people, and he quickly ate it all up.

Most of the nobles should eat wheat, which is more refined, but when the disaster just happened this year, Lord Goget ordered that the daily fixed meals be replaced with rye to save food.

He himself took the lead in setting an example, but apart from the Ironthorn Castle, the houses of other nobles would probably not be so frugal.

Ironically, the lord thought he had set an example, but in fact, the quality of life he enjoyed was still far higher than the living standards of most civilians.

The nobles could also legally enjoy the meat hunted in the mountains and forests, because the entire territory belonged to the nobles, so the wild animals produced in it also belonged to the nobles, and the hunters had to regularly hand in the wild animals they hunted at the risk of their lives.

The farmers could only raise some poultry, and they were reluctant to eat them, and they had to keep the eggs. In most cases, the meat that could be eaten came from fish caught in the river.

This is also why there are more foods like caviar and dried fish in Western culture, because the civilians with a larger population base can only eat this, and this way of eating has been passed down. In modern society, caviar has become a representative of food culture.

Just like Yangcheng Lake hairy crabs were food for the poor in the early days, and became extremely precious ingredients in the later period.

Ryan planned to deal with the digging of irrigation canals today. Because of the drought, the original water area retreated.

Although the farmland is no longer invaded by locust plagues, it still needs daily irrigation.

If manpower is required to carry water resources, too much productivity will be wasted.

So it is best to repair the irrigation canal at one time and set up the valve of the dam to meet the irrigation needs in the drought and flood seasons.

When he went out, it was already more than ten o'clock in the morning. A team of people in simple and dry clothes were returning to the territory. There was some dust on their faces and hands. Only a few people wore shoes, and a considerable number of them were teenagers.

Some wrinkled facial skin and sunburn marks made these teenagers look old and ugly. Their hair was messy, like a chicken coop, and they exuded a faint dry smell.

"They are farmers who get up in the morning to fill the soil pits. If they finish the task before noon, they will have time to return to their homes and fields to take care of crops and poultry."

Kamo explained, he could see Ryan's confusion.

Ryan said "oh", his face was calm, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He asked the knights who were guarding him to dismount and make way. Kamo thought Ryan was disgusted with the smell of these untouchables, and habitually pulled out the whip to scold these people to walk faster.

"What are you going to do?" Ryan grabbed Kamo's hand.

Kamo was puzzled and said, "Sir, these untouchables are like livestock. You have to whip them and yell at them before they can move. Otherwise, they are all lazy people, without noble character or diligence, and can't even read a word."

"Enough!" Ryan stopped Kamo from continuing. He stared at Kamo's eyes, and his scalp tingled and his body trembled.

He said, "Do you think they can't even eat enough food in a day, so do they still have the energy to do things? Tell me, Kamo, did the territory provide food for these people when they were recruited this morning?"

Kamo was a little nervous and forced himself to calm down and said, "Sir, the peasants do not need to be paid for working for the lord. This is their obligation. Just like our knights are loyal to the lord, they are willing to sacrifice their lives."

Ryan slowly exhaled and watched the team leave. They consciously stayed away from the knights' team, but only carefully glanced in their direction, and did not dare to cast their eyes again.

"We must change this world."

Ryan made up his mind, rode on his horse, and galloped towards the place where the irrigation canal was to be dug.

The heart beating in his chest seemed to respond to this wish, and under the cover of his clothes, a faint light flickered.

The first irrigation canal to be dug was near the Agate River in the southeast, and the Bailey River in the west was postponed for digging. There were many noble families' territories there, and the interests involved were huge.

It is well known that just as there is no wife in the wife cake, there is no agate in the Agate River.

The main trunk of the Agate River radiates to four or five towns, then enters the gloomy forest further south, and finally benefits a few small villages, and then plunges into the river abyss never to return.

Due to this year's drought, it has been difficult to irrigate the fields in the inland areas normally. People here originally had to carry buckets to the rivers to transport water, but they were notified at short notice to gather in the fields.

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They did not dare to disobey the knights' orders and gathered cautiously at the edge of the field. Some old farmers worriedly looked at the crops poisoned by the scorching sun, and discussed in a low voice what the noble gentlemen were going to do that required labor, and whether they could save time today to find water and irrigate the farmland.

However, before Ryan arrived, news that the locusts had been dealt with began to spread in the territory. After hearing this, people here looked in disbelief, asking and looking around as if seeking confirmation.

That's right, there was indeed no news of any insect infestation today.

"I know, it must be that after the heretic was burned to death not long ago, the great sun blessed us and destroyed the locust plague!"

"That must be the case. I heard the news last night. The heretic seems to be named Ryan Will, and the insect plague is related to him."

"But how did I hear that Ryan escaped from being burned at the stake?"

"Nonsense, there were carnivorous flies attacking at that time, and even a master of the Mast family died. How could that heretic survive?"

Ryan never expected that the news that would make these lifeless people active would actually be the rumor that burning oneself to death would solve the locust plague!

When he arrived at the field, the local administrator had already built a shade shed and prepared some fruits.

It's just that there is no ice water here, and the room temperature water tastes warm when you drink it. It can only quench thirst, but cannot dispel heat.

"Sir, the 721 laborers that can be recruited are all here. I have received the order from the lord, and the towns in the south will fully assist you in your plan to dig irrigation canals. However, please forgive me for being stupid. , why not let these farmers carry water for irrigation? The locust plague has been resolved and there is no threat. In previous years, when droughts occurred, it was just more laborious. It’s so tiring. You can’t use this canal until the summer is over, and there’s no guarantee that there will be a drought next year. Isn’t it worth the loss?”

The local administrator, Old Bryce Bellows, stood respectfully in front of Ryan and explained his doubts.

This is also his duty as an administrator, and he hopes to get a reasonable explanation.

However, these nobles may not explain, but enforce the order. At that time, he has no way to refuse the order.

"Mr. Bryce, please sit down. I know what you are worried about. Is this another young aristocratic kid who has a whim and works hard to do some meaningless things for his own benefit? But I can Guaranteed, building irrigation canals has no harm at all, humans cannot leave their fate to natural climate changes every time. If we can manually control the use of water power, not only food production, but also the infrastructure construction of nearby towns will be greatly improved. improve?"

Old Bryce murmured: "Infrastructure construction? How to build the foundation of the water canal?"

Ryan nodded, yes, irrigation canals are not just for irrigation.

At that time, tap water pipes will be introduced from the canals into the town, and water for residents and sanitary water will be guaranteed.

Once water is sufficient, people's hygiene can be greatly improved, which is very necessary for future plague prevention and control work.

As for the construction of the control valves and hydraulic systems required for the dam and domestic water, I have to leave it to the middle and high school physics knowledge in my mind to continue to exert its residual heat in the other world.