Every time I come home, my wife is making garbage

Chapter 115 Teach Me Something

Winter continues.

The construction of the cultural and creative park has begun to accelerate.

Shuangqing is a very lovely city. In other cities, it is not suitable to start construction in winter, but the winter in Shuangqing is very mild and does not affect the construction projects much. The migrant workers are happy to be able to earn some wages in the dead of winter.

Back in the Magic Kingdom, as winter deepens, the western forest has completely entered hibernation.

All the animals and monsters were resting, and most of the demi-human races were staying at home, surviving on stored food.

The farmland was covered with heavy snow, and after the wolves had kept the wheat fields warm, they no longer needed to go to the fields.

Cats are extremely afraid of the cold and rarely leave their homes, relying entirely on stored cat food to survive.

Only the caracals who are tired of cat food and want to change their taste, relying on their thick fur and not afraid of the severe cold in winter, will sneak out of the house, guard the wheat fields, suddenly jump high, fall headfirst into the snow, and dig a big vole out of the snow for their own snack.

Elizabeth's activities also stopped! It was so cold that she couldn't run around to restore the country.

She simply stayed in Zhang Jingyi's world and worked hard to learn how to cook every day.

Fortunately, I live in a single-family villa now. If I lived in an apartment building as before, my neighbors would see the kitchen bursting with fire and then freezing over, and they would have to call 119 every day.

This winter, the busiest person is Zhang Jingyi.

He has to supervise the progress of the cultural and creative park on the modern side, and on the side of the magic kingdom, he has to act as a teacher every day, standing on the podium and giving lectures to the werewolves.

"After the ice and snow melt, we will open up some wasteland as quickly as possible and plant flax and beets."

"I provide the flax and beet seeds! Anyone interested in growing these two crops, please exchange the seeds with an equal amount of wheat. One pound of wheat for one pound of seeds."

"Starting tomorrow, I will give you flax and beet planting techniques every morning. Anyone who wants to listen can come, and those who only want to grow wheat are not forced."

When a group of werewolves heard this, they couldn't help but discuss in a low voice.

"We need to plant new crops? I have never planted flax or beets before. I think they might fail. If we use the existing food to exchange for new seeds, and it fails, won't we lose everything?"

“Yes, the risk is huge.”

"But if you succeed, you can make a lot of money, right?"

"We made a lot of gold coins from selling linen last time." A young werewolf said, "The chief gave my grandmother four gold coins. This is the first time we have seen gold coins. The whole family is very happy."

"We have already harvested all the wild flax. If we don't plant it next year, we can only wait for the wild flax to grow again, but there is no guarantee how much there will be."

"Yes, yes, if we don't grow flax, we can no longer make cloth."

After the wolves discussed for a while, several farmers decided to take the risk.

However, flax is easier to deal with. After all, the wolves have often dealt with flax in the past. They know its plant habits and that it can be converted into linen cloth. They have a complete understanding of its business system.

But beets were too unfamiliar to them. No one dared to take the risk of planting this kind of crop. Zhang Jingyi asked around in the village, but no one signed up for beet seeds, and no one was willing to take the beet planting class, which was quite embarrassing.

Just when I was feeling depressed, I saw Ace coming over with a dozen believers. They bowed to Zhang Jingyi and said, "Dear Mr. Zhang, my believers and I want to learn from you how to grow beets and how to make sugar from beets."

Zhang Jingyi smiled: "Oh? Are your followers interested?"

Ace: "We have nothing. We only have the few belongings we brought with us when we escaped from Sunset Town. We use them to exchange for food from the werewolves, so we can barely survive. But we can't live like this forever. These belongings will run out sooner or later. The believers need an industry to continue to survive."

At this point, Ace's face straightened: "I already have a dark church here, but the church also needs its own industry to maintain it, and can't rely solely on the selfless dedication of believers."

His face turned slightly red. "I want to borrow some farm machinery from Mr. Zhang. The micro-tillage machine is great. After the ice and snow melt, I will work with the nuns and believers to reclaim some wasteland as the church's property."

Zhang Jingyi smiled and said, "You are going to open up wasteland here. Do you plan to operate here for a long time? I thought you would lead your people to leave after the Templar Knights' fame has passed."

Ace: "I met Mr. Zhang here, and it was like I had encountered a treasure trove of wisdom. I would rather listen to the words of a wise man in the quiet of the western forest than to the shouts of a man who rules over fools."

Zhang Jingyi rolled his eyes and said, "Do you have to talk like this? Adrian wanted to chop you with his sword last time, but I managed to hold back. Don't force me to take out the Big Black Star."

Ace: "..."

Zhang Jingyi: "Okay, let me tell you a joke! I know you can't change your speaking style. You've been trained to this way since you were a child. I have no reason to refuse your request. After the ice and snow melt, I will give you all kinds of farm machinery. You can lead your believers to reclaim a piece of wasteland. As for the beet planting technology, you don't have to wait until spring to learn it. I will give you lessons starting tomorrow."

Ace was delighted: "I will listen carefully to your wise voice."

Zhang Jingyi: "I told you to stop talking like that. Can't you use more everyday language?"

Ace: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I will reflect deeply on my actions, refer to God's teachings, and correct my foolish behavior."

Zhang Jingyi: “Puff!”

Forget it. There's no point in arguing with this nameless charlatan.

Zhang Jingyi suddenly changed the subject: "Father Ace, I taught you knowledge, shouldn't you also teach me something?"

Aiden was immediately embarrassed: "I don't know what I can teach you. You are the wisest person I have ever met."

Zhang Jingyi chuckled: "Divine arts! You should know some divine arts."

Ace nodded, "Yes, I am good at divine arts, and some ice magic."

"What?" Zhang Jingyi was surprised: "You also know ice magic?"

Ace: "Actually, Ace is not my real name. It's my nickname, Ice! When I was young, I was an ice magician. Later, I listened to the voice of the God of Darkness and became a priest. Therefore, my companions in the church called me the Ice Priest."

Zhang Jingyi: "Wow, that's amazing! Well, it's not surprising that my wife can teach me ice magic. I just want divine magic, so you can teach me a little bit. I am very interested in things like [Healing Magic], [Disease Treatment], and [Dispelling Magic]."

PS: In medieval Europe, in addition to donations, the church would also purchase or reclaim land on its own (rulers would sometimes contract uncultivated or remote land with unclear ownership to the church). This led to the church holding more and more land, occupying most of the production resources such as large amounts of land, mountains, forests, grasslands and rivers, and even occupying the ownership of towns, villages and cities. It was a feudal lord like the nobles, and these industries provided them with a lot of wealth.

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