After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

The caravans traveling to and from Harbin stretched as far as the eye could see. Thanks to the completion of the cement road, the efficiency of snow removal has been greatly improved compared to previous years, boosting the commercial prosperity of the northern region during the winter.

As another year draws to a close, in addition to the cattle and sheep from the western pastoral areas being sold and entering the market, dried goods such as smoked fish and seaweed from the Eastern Territory have also begun to be sold in Harbin.

Luna was somewhat annoyed with Garwin, the commander of the Third Division, because Garwin had the most problems and was the most troublesome, unlike Brenhar, the commander of the First Division, whose year-end report consisted of only four words: "Everything is normal."

Garvin is not only busy building a cement road in the Eastern Territory, connecting the transportation network of the eastern agricultural areas, but also repairing the port and building a navy. Recently, he has also been involved in some kind of seafood farming and salt field construction...

Reports were being sent to Ice City one after another. Luna angrily replied, saying, "What's the use of you asking me for instructions? I don't understand any of this."

From now on, report such matters to my elder brother and Lady Elene!

After spending half a day at the market, Luna returned to the Duke's mansion and bought only a string of bells, which she personally hung around the neck of her pet ram.

Luna gave the thick wool a good rub. If she had a choice, she would rather herd sheep than stay in the Duke's mansion and take care of the children.

It's said that even dogs dislike two-year-olds. Perhaps the child is just starting to develop cognitive abilities, or perhaps there's a problem with the old butler and maids' parenting. Luna, who has been single all this time, has inexplicably acquired a new nickname.

"Mother.!"

A little silver-haired girl, looking like a tiny, chubby ball of flesh, ran excitedly through the snow.

Luna turned stiffly, forcing a smile, and picked up Serafina, the hero's daughter, who had fallen onto her lap. In her heart, however, she grumbled, "Thorne, and Lilith, you both deserve to die!"

The timid little blond boy, holding the maids' hands, whose eyes lit up with a smile the moment he saw her, was Adrian, King Frank's son.

Luna, forced to pick up another one, gritted her teeth. Frank, you deserve to die.

There's nothing I can do about being soft-hearted. No matter what the fault is, it can't be the children's. If I throw them out of the Duke's mansion, I'm afraid they'll be in danger because of their status. If I keep them in the Duke's mansion, they'll start arbitrarily claiming different mothers.

What else could Luna do? It was just like the old housekeeper said: "The children will understand when they grow up. After all, they are the ones you raised. Even if they are cats or dogs, you can't throw them away once you've grown up with them."

Miss, the fact that your child calls you "Mother" is also a good deed you've done.

The argali sheep was still chewing hay, seemingly oblivious to everything around it. Luna swallowed her sigh, hugged the child nestled in her arms tightly, and strode into the house.

"This year there is a lot of snow, so we will not recruit workers in the winter. Instead, we will give the cavalry an extra allowance and have them strictly monitor the traffic conditions on the main roads to ensure the safety of merchants traveling."

Back in her warm office, Luna placed the two children on the carpet in front of the fireplace, and while taking off her coat, she gave instructions to Count Morpheus, who was taking over the position of secretary.

After visiting the market, Luna had already made a prediction about the situation in the Northern Territory this winter.

The daily lives of the residents of the Northern Territory were rarely affected by the war, but agricultural production resources were indeed not as plentiful as in previous years.

Agriculture is the foundation of a territory; without solving agricultural problems, producing more steel and cement is useless.

"Oil making, sugar refining, cotton weaving, winemaking, and staple food. For stability and to prepare for war, we planted wheat in almost every piece of farmland. Now we have no shortage of food, and the area of ​​our territory has increased several times over. But next year's spring planting... shouldn't we come up with a plan?"

Luna looked at Mofi, and if there was anything that worried her the most, it was spring plowing.

Her brother and sister-in-law made it clear that they wouldn't give up until they conquered the royal city, placing such a huge burden on her thin and weak shoulders.

Sigh, why can Paul take paid leave and Lisa go home to visit her family, but I have to worry about what everyone else will eat and use next year?

"I've read Commander Garwin's plans carefully several times." Mofi picked up his teacup, pondered for a moment, and then analyzed, "The commander intends to expand food production in the Eastern Territory and the Elven Kingdom, and also plans to hire alchemists to build several huge warehouse storage areas."

"The territory we currently govern is still characterized by a large land area but a small population, and the Duke's concepts of chemical fertilizers and large-scale production are only just beginning. Therefore, we should trust Commander Garwin's vision and continue to maintain stable food production."

"If the planting area of ​​staple crops is reduced, there will be food shortages in the future. The livestock industry that Governor Jacob just established will also experience stagnation or even regression."

"However, in other respects, we can learn from the dwarves. They can grow crops for brewing wine even on high mountains. We cannot limit our vision to the land on the wedges."

Inspector Garwin's marine aquaculture plan gave Mofi a lot of inspiration; production should be done by any means necessary, because the bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish.

Hearing this, Luna pondered for a long time as she watched the two little ones playing on the carpet.

She understood what the old count meant: whatever the policy was this year, it would be best if it were the same next year. If she wanted to seek change, she would have to start from other aspects.

For example, encourage the dwarves to plant more winemaking crops on the mountains and spread them to other areas of the northern territory.

Let me think about it some more.

Luna put those matters aside for the time being and began to focus on handling official business. After finishing her work for the day, Luna quickly ate dinner and then had to put the two little ones to bed.

Seriously... the older they get, the more troublesome they become.

As darkness fell, the hustle and bustle of the Ice City gave way to the stillness of the night. Luna, having taken a hot bath, put on her nightgown, picked up an oil lamp, and headed toward the wine cellar.

She probably picked up some bad habits from Eleanor or Jenny. As an adult, Luna gradually developed the habit of drinking a glass of wine before bed, and she lost interest in the sweet drinks she used to enjoy.

The lights flickered, and Luna, stepping on the creaking old steps, glanced at the glass coffin in the wine cellar as usual, only to find herself staring directly into the eyes of Annie, who had just sat up.

After confirming it wasn't a hallucination, both of them showed expressions of panic.

Wearing a nightgown, Luna patted herself down and realized that she wasn't carrying any weapons.

"Wait, wait!"

Seeing Luna open her mouth, preparing to call for reinforcements, Annie panicked. The military forces within Ice City were far more terrifying than she had imagined.

In addition to the daily garrison and large-scale cavalry patrols, there are also veterans who have experienced the ravages of war, and Luna's personal guards are stationed at the Duke's mansion.

Given the Duke's mansion's lack of soundproofing, Luna could almost immediately summon Chuguang downstairs. If she couldn't explain herself clearly now, she'd definitely be chopped into mincemeat later!

Annie cried out urgently, raising her hands to show her malice, "Wait a minute, I haven't become a curse!"

With a loud crack, Chu Guang, still holding a dried squid in his mouth, appeared behind Luna like a ghost. His familiar yet unfamiliar eyes startled Annie so much that she fell out of the glass coffin.