Winter Lord: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 35 Great Development of Fisheries and Agriculture

After leaving the training ground, Louis led Sif along a dirt path, then suddenly stopped and headed toward a simple but clean wooden hut.

"I'll go in and take a look," he said, pushing open the door and entering.

The room was dimly lit, and a faint scent of herbs filled the air.

A knight lay on a wooden bed against the wall, his face still pale, but much better than a few days ago.

He was none other than Havel, the knight who had been wounded in battle against the frost giants a few days earlier.

Upon seeing Louis enter, he instinctively struggled to rise and bow, but Louis gently pressed him down.

"Don't move around." Louis frowned. "Your injury hasn't fully healed yet."

Havel gave a slightly embarrassed smile: "My lord, I'm much better now."

"Don't push yourself." Louis pulled up a chair and sat down. "What did the doctor say?"

"It's stabilized, but recovery will take some time." Javier lowered his head, but seemed somewhat unwilling. "I'm sorry to have worried you."

"It's already a miracle you came back alive," Louis sighed softly. "Don't worry, I'll find a suitable medicine as soon as possible and try my best to help you recover your cultivation."

"Thank you, Lord. I will never forget your kindness. Once I recover, I will definitely continue to serve the Crimson Tide Territory."

Havel's voice was slightly choked with emotion, but his words were full of loyalty.

Sif stood aside, watching this scene, her heart stirred with a slight ripple.

She originally thought Louis was just putting on a show and doing something superficial.

But seeing the undisguised loyalty in the wounded knight's eyes, she suddenly wavered.

“Don’t make it sound like a farewell.” Louis chuckled, stood up and patted him on the shoulder. “Take good care of your injury, don’t rush back and embarrass yourself.”

Before leaving, he asked his guards to take good care of him, which brought tears to Javier's eyes again.

After saying goodbye to Havel, Louis led Siff eastward toward the riverbank.

The morning light spilled onto the water, creating shimmering ripples. Several fishing boats were leisurely moored on the shore, and the fishermen were busy preparing their nets, with occasional bursts of hearty laughter echoing through the air.

Louis looked around and saw that the fishing industry had entered a stable phase. There were more fishing boats than at the beginning, but the harvest was not as plentiful as before.

He was not surprised by this; it was exactly the result of his intention.

To avoid overfishing and ensure the continued reproduction of fish, he ordered the mesh size of the fishing nets to be enlarged to ensure that juvenile fish could escape.

At the same time, fishing must be conducted in fixed time periods, with closed seasons to allow rivers and fish to rest and promote the sustainable development of fisheries.

When Fisheries Officer Luke saw Louis, he quickly came to greet him, his face showing a hint of obsequiousness.

Louis nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping across the river: "How is the aquaculture progressing?"

“We’ve already started trying.” Luke patted his chest.

"We selected several types of fish adapted to cold waters and are trying to raise them in a semi-enclosed environment," he said excitedly, pointing to the raft on the water.

"It is thanks to the Lord's foresight that he considered our long-term development so early on; otherwise, the fish would have been caught all in a few years!"

"Hmm, you did a good job," Louis casually complimented.

Luke immediately smiled and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "Not at all, it's all thanks to the lord's wise leadership!"

Louis chuckled softly but didn't reply.

Sif watched this scene from the side and secretly curled her lip.

She scoffed at the flattery of "the lord's wisdom," but had to admit that the people of Red Tide Territory truly trusted him. Louis glanced at Sif, a slight smile playing on his lips, fully aware of her inner thoughts, but too lazy to explain.

“Let’s go,” Louis said, stepping toward the Red Tide Territory farmland.

The vast fields unfolded in the morning light, the rye stalks were noticeably thick and strong, the dark green leaves swayed gently in the breeze, the potato foliage was lush, and the turnips were also growing well, creating a vibrant scene.

Agricultural official Mike was leading several farmers on an inspection tour of the fields.

Upon seeing Louis, he quickly stepped forward, patted the dirt off his hands, and wore a simple smile.

"In another ten days or so, the turnips will be ready for harvest. The rye is growing well, and the potatoes are doing fine, so we should have a good harvest."

Mick said to Louis, his tone tinged with pride.

Louis nodded, his gaze sweeping across the field. He noticed that the furrows were neatly arranged and the soil was moist, clearly indicating that the field had been carefully tended.

“Well done, Mick,” he praised.

Mick paused for a moment, then his smile widened, even showing a hint of excitement.

He clenched his fists, as if trying to suppress the joy in his heart, but a smile still crept onto his lips.

He owes his success to the young lord before him.

In the past, he was just a slave toiling in the fields, not even qualified to look up at a nobleman.

Louis not only granted him his freedom, but also put him in charge of the entire Red Tide Territory's farmland, transforming him from a lowly slave into an agricultural supervisor.

His greatest goal in life now is to do his best to improve agriculture in the Red Tide Territory.

Let this land feed more people, and let this territory be richer than anywhere else.

“My lord, I will certainly not let you down,” Mick said solemnly, his voice trembling slightly.

Louis smiled slightly and patted him on the shoulder: "Keep up the good work."

Then, looking at Mick's radiant face, he suddenly remembered something, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "How are you getting used to your newlywed life?"

Mick was taken aback for a moment, then his face turned red, and he stammered, waving his hands: "No, no, Lord, please don't make fun of me."

Louis laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "You still need to be more restrained. I don't want you to be so tired that you can't get out of bed one day."

The surrounding farmers also laughed, and the atmosphere immediately became much more relaxed.

From morning until now, in Sif's eyes, Louis has gradually transformed from a cunning nobleman into a leader who cares about his territory, is approachable, and has prestige.

Whether he was being sincere or pretending, at least the people genuinely respected and loved him.

She was somewhat worried that if every territory in the North developed as steadily as the Crimson Tide Territory, the Cold Moon Tribe would face a great threat.

But then I thought, so what if there's a threat?

Those were traitors who killed her family; it's good that they're dead!

Sif snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Louis, who was not far away.

The man stood in the field, casually chatting with the farmers and slaves, his tone relaxed and his eyes carrying a lazy smile.

A gentle breeze stirred his black hair, making his profile stand out sharply against the sunlight.

For some reason, Sif found herself somewhat lost in thought as she watched.

(End of this chapter)