Game of Thrones: Catastrophe

Lyonel also wanted to legitimize his son Baylor, but the attitude of House Tyrell was something he had to consider, so he quickly called a halt to the topic.

"Next item, next item."

"Your Majesty, as per your request, we have been working in various ways to improve the storage time of food." Agriculture Minister Donnel stood up directly, starting the next stage of the agenda at an extremely fast pace, helping Lyonel avoid an awkward atmosphere.

"How are the results?" Lyonel quickly asked. Improving the storage period of food was an urgent topic, as it was related to whether Westeros could safely survive the coming winter.

"According to some of the ideas you proposed, we changed the way food is processed, cooking pears and apples in sugar water, then sealing and boiling them, making more durable canned fruits. We can also air-dry the pulp into candied fruit. These methods have greatly extended the shelf life of the fruit." Donnel narrated his achievements.

"Well! Not bad. In this way, we can enrich the variety of food in winter, but we still need other foods, especially staple foods such as meat and grains." Lyonel nodded in approval, but still felt it was not enough. Fruit is just a supplementary food, at most adding some flavor. The focus is on staple foods that fill the stomach.

"We learned the method of storing fruits, using spices and salt to cook and seal some meats and beans, which also effectively extended the storage time of meat, but the taste..." Donnel showed an indescribable expression.

"We need to do more experiments. Cooking is a delicate job. You can consult more professional people and give them rewards and remuneration to effectively stimulate their motivation. What about grains?" Lyonel nodded to affirm Donnel's achievements, and gave his own opinions at the same time, but he was still concerned about the storage methods of grains.

"Your Majesty, I'm sorry, we haven't found a better way to store grains." Donnel's expression turned gray.

"No need to be like this. The power of people always has its limits. This is also the reason for the existence of the Seven Gods. I think it's better to do this! Issue a reward to the people. As long as they can help us improve the way food is stored, or provide corresponding effective methods of storing food, no matter what their status, the king will give them identity and monetary rewards." Lyonel decided to issue a reward to the people. One person's plan is short, two people's plans are long, and they can always come up with a solution.

"Merciful Majesty, you are the guidance of the Seven Gods to the world!" Donnel directly flattered him.

"The Seven Gods give me guidance, to turn the kingdom on earth into the kingdom in heaven, to make all Westeros people proud of this land, and we all have to work hard for this." Lyonel made a sacred expression and tapped seven times with his hand, and then, without waiting for everyone to agree, he said:

"In addition to extending the shelf life of food, the same is true for agriculture and farming. As long as you can come up with a way to increase land production and make work more convenient, I will never be stingy with rewards. Whether it's a farmer or a blacksmith, tell them to treat this as a martial arts competition that belongs to them. Anyone who can promote the progress of their industry is a champion and can be rewarded."

"The Seven Gods are above, long live Your Majesty." The monk representing the blacksmiths in the group of ministers directly knelt down on the ground with a thud when he heard Lyonel's words about rewarding production, with tears in his eyes. For thousands of years, someone has finally seen the efforts of farmers and craftsmen.

"The Seven Gods are above, long live Your Majesty." Other monks and nuns followed suit, kneeling on the ground and shouting long live the king.

Seeing the people of the church system so excited, the officials and nobles looked at each other, belatedly got up and followed, and the ministers in Prime Minister's Tower, except for Mace, instantly knelt down, all shouting "The Seven Gods are above, long live Your Majesty."

"Salute the Seven Gods, salute all the people." Lyonel accepted the worship of the people, only feeling infinite confidence in his heart, and couldn't help but learn from the divine man in his memory, holding his waist with one hand and waving with the other.

"Long live Your Majesty!" The response to Lyonel's call was even more enthusiastic, which made Mace, who was standing alone in the crowd, a little embarrassed, and followed suit and knelt down.

At first, his heart swelled, but over time, the excitement subsided, and Lyonel felt bored again, put down his hands, and sat back in his seat.

"Okay, now let's move on to the next item."

The ministers below were shouting happily, but when they heard the emotionless words from above, they all stopped, and stood up reluctantly in twos and threes.

It would be better to shout slogans like this, but to talk about topics and hold meetings, they would have to worry about being scolded if they didn't speak well. The ministers were not without resentment in their hearts.

"Next item, don't you have anything to say?" Lyonel was very dissatisfied when he saw the ministers were lazy, how could they be so unmotivated?

"Your Majesty, my scouts recently sent back news that across the Narrow Sea on the continent of Essos, Daenerys has proclaimed herself queen in Meereen. She has accepted her nephew Aegon VI and the remnants of House Lannister, and they are growing stronger." Vincent quickly stood up and told the news about Daenerys, seeing the atmosphere was awkward.

"Listen, my enemies are growing and plotting, but you are here suspecting each other." When Lyonel mentioned suspicion, he directly pointed his finger at Mace Tyrell, who was standing below, and the intention was self-evident.

Facing the king pointing at him from above, Mace, as the Hand of the King, felt hot all over for a moment. He felt that all the eyes around him should have looked at him, and he didn't know what to do for a while. When he wanted to open his mouth to argue, he heard the king above speak again.

"Now everyone, don't put your energy on those meaningless things, let's think about how to deal with the increasingly powerful Daenerys!" Lyonel diverted the topic before Mace could react. He was just venting his anger and saying a few words, and now he must not fall out with the Tyrell family.

Faced with Lyonel's words, there was silence in the hall. It was not that the ministers did not want to speak, but they could not think of a way to deal with Daenerys, who had three dragons and an unknown number of troops.

"Look at you..." Lyonel looked at the silent ministers below and couldn't help but get angry. Weren't you awesome just now? Now you are all mute.

"Your Majesty, we really don't know the situation of Slaver's Bay and that girl from House Targaryen." Minister of Military Affairs Gradan couldn't help but stand up and complain. It wasn't that they didn't want to speak, but they knew too little information.

"If you don't understand, then why don't you try to understand? As subjects, can't you share the worries and difficulties for the king?" Lyonel said as a matter of course.

"Then you have to give us time..." Gradan's voice gradually became smaller.

"Okay, I'll give you time. At the next meeting, this topic will be discussed first." Lyonel opened his mouth to the recorder Steven next to him, telling him to arrange this topic to be the first one.

"Now are there any other topics? If not, then..."

"Your Majesty..."