It's not that hard to open a hospital in another world, right?

Chapter 815 Preparations for war and drought and the wedding scene (ten thousand rewards plus one more)

"Is the famine coming soon?"

The Lucerne deputy referee was stunned.

He doesn't know at all!He didn't get any news!In the past year, he has been excluded from the information network of the Holy See. Apart from urging him to complete the task quickly, no one sent him news in this regard!

"Yes, dear healer, please come out and have a look."

The warrior chief bowed in salute.

He was wearing a soft deerskin robe, holes were made at the edge with stone needles, and it was fastened with deer tendons smashed into strands.That roughness, that simplicity, that tangy smell, the deputy referee of Lucerne only took one look, and wanted to turn his head away:
Too hot eyes!
Not only hot eyes, but also red nose!That buckskin robe, do you know what they used to tan it!It's urine!
Take a pot of urine, put it in a warm place for three or four days, put it in a room full of bad smell, and then soak the deerskin in it!Soak it, turn it over, scrape off the fat and fascia inside, and stretch it hard...

He accidentally saw it, and then he kept walking around the fur robe maker's house.The problem is that every household here wears clothes that are hunted by men and cut and tanned by women.

As long as they come back from hunting once, they can't escape wherever they go in the tribe.

When he was in the Holy See, he always wore silk robes!The color is a little bit wrong, the embroidered pattern is a little bit wrong, it doesn't deserve to be worn by him!
Perhaps, he should find a larger tribe...

The deputy referee of Lucerne complained silently, followed the warrior leader out, and entered the hall of the tribal gathering.It is not so much a hall as it is a dark cave. The central firepit has been smoky, and it is unknown how long it has been used.

At the bottom of the cave, on a stone wall, there are countless lines drawn in all directions.Lucerne squinted his eyes for a long time before he barely recognized that it was painted with ocher powder mixed with the blood of Warcraft.

This piece may be a mountain, that circle may be a lake, and this winding road may be a small river?

"Dear healer, look." The warrior leader raised the torch to illuminate 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 are just turning green , haven't grown to half a foot high yet."

The weather is also colder than in previous years, the time for the snow to melt and the time for the stream to freeze are much later than in previous years.Last summer, those who could summon flames and frost passed by here, and the famine they once said seemed to be coming...

The deputy referee of Lucerne was a little dazed.

He hasn't planted land for many years. No, it should be said that he has never planted land himself since he entered the Holy See and became a servant of the Lord of Radiance.

The weather is cold and the grass grows late, which is indeed not a good sign, but how big will this famine be?
Perhaps the ascetics could tell.After all, many of them, including the ascetic leader in the Glorious Holy City, have to go to the ground every day.As for himself—

Maybe he should switch to a bigger tribe?Although the larger tribes are more likely to be discovered by those heretics...

"The Great Famine, is it really coming?"

Elder Brock was wearing a feather cloak and crown, sitting quietly by the firepit.He shook his palms, sprinkled a handful of spices into the fire, and closed his eyes quietly.Beside him, several disciples beat the leather drum, waved the bell, chanted loudly, and danced vigorously.

With the help of his disciples, inspired by chanting and spices, a ray of spirituality in the elder's body rose higher and higher, higher and higher.In the inexplicable void, try to expand, hover, search...

"The spirit of the eagle told me that the sky was extremely dark and oppressive." After a long time, Elder Brock opened his eyes, sweating profusely.With a hoarse voice, he said slowly:

"The land is cold and lifeless. The spirit of the condor said that it has never, never, seen such a barren 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 to hunt far away? There is not enough food in the tribe..."

Elder Brock looked around slowly.

The icy cold wind was blowing 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 Rhine Kingdom on the mainland.

From the most experienced old farmers to the high-ranking lords, when they felt that the winter was too long and the spring came too late, they all found something wrong:
"Quick! Quick! Raise the fence!"

Around the Dwarf King's Court, the Knights of the King's Court helped the same clan and the barbarians living in the village drive the goats into the enclosure.Relying on his height, the barbarian swung a sledgehammer and raised the fence by one turn, and then another turn.

Finally, everyone put on thick gloves and pulled the thorny vines to wrap the entire fence:

"This spring came very late this year, the blue sheep have been slow to go up the mountain, and the snow leopards are hungry enough to hunt! If the fence is not done well, all the big animals will die!"

"But what if there is not enough feed?"

"The servants of the God of Nature taught me a way to store grass - we stocked up a lot last year, and it hasn't rotted yet, so there should be enough for a month! After a month, the grass should grow anyway!"

The dwarves checked the wheat in the warehouse, tried their best to gather the sheep, and tried their best to keep the precious food in the future.The savages ran among the mountains and forests, rowed boats on the streams and near the sea, and tried their best to hunt and fish:
"Hey, luckily I bought a lot of cheap salt last year. Pickling 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 lives by fishing, is not in such a good mood.Although fishing provides a large amount of meat, the fishing industry is supported by shipbuilding, barrel hoops, sail repairs, and net weaving...

In this way, the catch can be sent to other cities, or even other countries, to be sold and exchanged for the 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 flipped through the report given by the clerk, feeling a little unhappy in his heart.Those pagans were generous in giving money and supplies, especially the supply of salt, which doubled and doubled compared to the previous few days.

Without salt, the fish catch cannot be processed and barreled at sea; without salt, the catch cannot be sold hundreds of miles away!

"If I knew the famine was so severe, I should have raised the price..."

His Excellency the Duke stroked his two raised mustaches and muttered softly.Beside him, the clerk who delivered the report was also his most trusted think tank, and asked for instructions in a low voice:

"Then, my lord, shall we raise the price for the Kingdom of Kent this year?"

"...have we made a deal with them?"

The Duke glanced sideways.The clerk bowed immediately:

"No, my lord. I mean, 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 up, pressed it down again, and let go again to let it go up.After tossing several rounds in a row, he pondered:
"What good products are there recently?"

"Several new things appeared on the manifest." The clerk flipped through the pile of reports, and skillfully pulled out a pamphlet.Flipping it open, he stroked it with his fingertips, until he reached the page that he had folded a corner:
"The fertilizer used for cultivating magic plants is said to have been precisely configured by measuring the soil using their latest method;"

"Fresh surge medicine, using dragon's breath moss as the main medicine, can greatly increase the possibility of advanced water fighters;"

"DC defibrillation... Huh..."

"What?" The Duke of the Netherlands took the booklet from the clerk's hand and looked at it.Based on the Duke's knowledge of magic props, he also read it twice before he stumbled through the term:
"Direct current defibrillation and cardioversion devices can, to a certain extent, rescue warriors who fail to be severely injured and have cardiac arrest during the process of rescuing advanced knights, and can also rescue some patients who are seriously ill and seriously injured and have cardiac arrest... What is this thing? ?!"

Looking down carefully, there is a line of small characters written under the manifest.Although the handwriting is small, it has been specially traced with silver powder, lest people will not see it:

"See the relevant content in the January issue of "Medical Research"..."

Duke of the Netherlands: "..."

Now that magicians sell goods, is it popular to write papers as publicity?
In any case, for the sake of these fresh goods, the Duke of the Netherlands still did not tighten up trade with the Kingdom of Kent.

——If you can save your own fighters without relying on healing skills or the glorious Holy See, the more the better the better.As for what the Holy See thinks...

what!
Anyway, the fisherman sailed on the sea, where did he go, how did he know?

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 was slowly driving through the streets of the royal capital, towards the main gate of the palace.

On the left and right, one of the seven electors of the Rhine Kingdom, the knights of the Boi Kingdom, wearing a straight navy blue woolen uniform, with a ship-shaped military cap on their heads, guarding around their princess convoy;

In the front and rear, knights from the Kingdom of Brolin, wearing bright red woolen uniforms and tall hats with white ostrich feathers, cleared the way for the queen's convoy and cut off the rear.With hands in white gloves, they kept swaying petals and candies to both sides;
And among the convoy, there were even priests sent by the Glorious Holy See, who kept sending out dots of light, adorning the queen's carriage;
And on both sides of the broad road, well-dressed, neatly dressed, or ragged citizens are empty alleys to welcome their new queen.

Husbands lead their wives, parents hug their children, and stand on tiptoe as they leap over the standing sentinels holding spears.Some people tried to see the face of the new queen through the fluttering veil;
Some people smiled and leaned over to pick up the candy, treasured it into their pockets, and prepared to take it home to share with their families;
And some...

"Wow--"

On the side of the road, a little girl about three or four years old with golden curly hair burst into tears.The woman beside her quickly hugged her up, took a few steps back, and carefully shook her in her arms:
"Eva, what's the matter?"

"Wow - wow -" the little girl's thin face wrinkled into a ball.After a while, I forcefully spit out the petals in my mouth:
"This flower is so bitter—Mom, I'm hungry, I'm hungry..."

With just this sentence, the woman holding her put her daughter in her arms, buried her head on her shoulder, and covered her tears with her daughter's ragged clothes:
"Mom knows, mom knows...go back, I will cook for you when I go back..."

She also didn't know why the king charged a new wedding tax of two coppers per person in their family when they got married;
She also didn't know why those priests would rather decorate the carriage with light than shine light on the sick poor;
She didn't know why she had agreed that there would be candy, but she could only pick up bitter petals on the way to them...

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