Is this cheat code from Bika? Just do it!

Sofia, carrying the hot water, watched Link's retreating figure, so upright. She'd never met such a considerate man before. Turning to Fiora's sweet smile, she felt a pang of envy. She thought to herself, how wonderful it would be to have a man like Link who cared for her. She secretly dreamt of being cared for by Link, a shy smile unconsciously appearing on her face.

“Miss Fiora, has Mr. Link always been like this?” Sophia asked softly, her curiosity about Link growing stronger. She wanted to know more about Link, not just his meticulousness at work and his business acumen, but also the little things about him in his life.

"Huh?" Fiora paused for a moment, then realized what the question was about, and said with a happy smile, "From the time I met Lord Link until now, he hasn't changed at all. He's always been so admirable." Her eyes were filled with love and adoration, as if Link was the sun in her life, illuminating her path. She recalled every moment since she met Link, each one making her feel incredibly happy.

Sofia remained silent, gripping her cup tightly, watching Fiora toss her long black hair as she chased after Link. She pursed her lips and took a step forward. Perhaps Lydia's choice was right. And what about hers? She pondered silently, unsure of where to go. She felt like a lost bird in a forest, unable to find her way. But she knew that Link, this man, was deeply imprinted in her heart, indelible. She didn't know what the future held, but she was willing to strive and explore for this feeling.

"One two one, one two one..."

A series of unified, powerful shouts drifted from afar, the sound seemingly carrying an invisible force that pierced the air and reached the heart. Link hadn't even reached the dock when he was drawn to the familiar military cries. He stopped, listened intently, and the distinct rhythm and majestic power of the voices stirred a surge of pride within him.

"One two one, one two one..."

As the sound drew closer, a group of soldiers came into Link's view. They marched forward in neat formation, jogging, each step firm and powerful, as if every contact with the ground testified to their resilience and perseverance. Sweat rolled down their foreheads, soaking their clothes, but they paid no heed, continuing to move rhythmically to the shouts. Their resolute faces were etched with seriousness and dedication to training.

Link nodded in satisfaction as he looked at the scene before him. He silently compared it to the training he had witnessed a few days ago. Back then, the soldiers trained listlessly, barely breaking a sweat; the entire unit was like a disorganized rabble, utterly devoid of combat effectiveness. But today's training was a revelation. The soldiers were drenched in sweat, every movement brimming with power—this was true training, this was the army he desired.

"As long as logistical support such as salt water and warm clothing is provided, they won't have any major problems," Link thought to himself. He knew that a strong army not only needs rigorous training but also comprehensive logistical support. Only in this way could soldiers fight without worries on the battlefield and devote themselves wholeheartedly to the cause.

By this time, the soldiers had already reached the dock. They skillfully put down the logs they were carrying, then quickly lined up and ran towards the Forbidden Mountains. There were still many logs waiting for them to move; this was the last trip. After this, they could go back for lunch. Watching their hurried yet orderly figures, Link seemed to see this army invincible on the battlefield in the future.

Just as Link was lost in his thoughts, a clear voice rang in his ear: "Lord Link, who are they?"

Link snapped out of his reverie and turned to see Sophia. She was staring blankly at the groups of people carrying logs, her eyes filled with doubt and curiosity. These people reminded her of the knights of the capital, exuding an aura of authority and power. But upon closer inspection, there was something different; their movements were more synchronized, lacking the laziness and arrogance of the knights.

“My soldiers,” Link chuckled softly. Seeing Sophia’s puzzled look, he added, “They’re what you think of as knights, but to me, they’re all soldiers.”

"Soldier?" Sophia raised an eyebrow; the title was somewhat unfamiliar to her. In her mind, knights were noble and sacred beings, enjoying superior status and special treatment. How could they possibly be called soldiers?

However, she was also surprised that these men who looked like knights were being asked to move wood. This was unimaginable in other cities; in those places, knights were expected to focus on swordsmanship, horsemanship, and spearmanship, and would never do such physical labor. She couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity about Link. What kind of thoughts and courage did this man possess to make such an unusual decision?

Link didn't explain the specific meaning of the word "soldier," as he had his own plans. In this era, the knightly class had formed a fixed interest group, enjoying privileges but unwilling to bear corresponding responsibilities. If too many knights were acknowledged, class struggle would inevitably arise, and society would descend into instability. Soldiers, on the other hand, were the future mainstream. He wanted to break the knightly class's monopoly by establishing a soldier system, giving more people the opportunity to serve the country. Sooner or later, he would replace knights with an officer system, and a fairer, more efficient military system would be established through his efforts.

"Kakaka..."

"Bang bang bang..."

The dock was a hive of activity, with hundreds of people gathered there, working methodically under the direction of a dozen or so shipbuilders. Some were sawing wood, the "snap-snap" sound like a labor symphony; others were digging holes, each stroke of the hoe carrying a determined force; still others were moving materials, all busy and enjoying themselves.

There were also dozens of tents nearby, which served as places for the workers to keep warm, eat, and drink water. After all, under such high-intensity work, the workers would sweat a lot, and they could easily get sick or catch a cold if they weren't careful. Link knew this, so he specially arranged these tents to provide the workers with a relatively comfortable working environment.

"Lord of the City." A steward saw Link and quickly bowed respectfully, his face showing a hint of nervousness and anticipation.

"Where's Wales?" Link looked around but couldn't see Wales anywhere, and a sense of doubt crept into his mind.

"My lord, Wales is directing operations at the breach," the steward replied respectfully.

"Oh?" Link raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. "They've already started modifying the breach?"

“Yes, Lord City Lord,” the steward hurriedly replied. “Lord Wales immediately began preparations upon receiving the task, and construction is currently underway.”

240. Plan

"I'll go and call him over," the steward said, turning to go and fetch him.

"No need, take me there to see." Link shook his head. He was also very curious about how the gap had been transformed. He wanted to see the progress and quality of the construction himself and understand the actual situation.

"Yes." The steward quickly led the way, guiding Link toward the opening.

Along the way, Link looked at the bustling scene around him, his heart filled with anticipation. He knew that the construction of this shipyard was crucial to Winterfell, providing strong support for its maritime trade and military defense. The modification of the breach was a key aspect of the shipyard's construction.

When Link arrived at the breach, his brow furrowed. The scene before him was somewhat disappointing; the shipyard's infrastructure, such as the wooden platform and the dock roof, was not yet fully completed, and not even a dock frame was visible. Without a "magical tool" like cement, construction was indeed slow. In this era, cement had not yet been invented; construction relied mainly on wood and stone, which greatly limited the speed and quality of construction.

"Lord City Lord, you've arrived." Upon seeing Link, Wales immediately ran over and bowed, his face showing a hint of nervousness and unease. He was a little scared, afraid that he hadn't done something right. After all, this was the first time he had accepted such a big mission, and he was really unsure of himself.

"How is it? Is there a problem?" Link asked calmly, his tone revealing little emotion.

“No, we have everything we need here.” Wales shook his head repeatedly, a satisfied look on his face. “Lord of the city, you are too good to us. You provide manpower, wood, and even woodworking tools that we have never seen before. Look at those saws and chisels made of fine steel. They are so easy to use.”

Link felt somewhat comforted by Wales' words. He knew that in this era of relative scarcity, providing such conditions was already quite remarkable.

“Build one slipway first, and expand the rest next year,” Link instructed, with a long-term plan in mind. “I want an indoor slipway. After all, it’s made of wood, and if it’s exposed to wind and rain before it’s coated with waterproof tung oil, its service life won’t be very long. Moreover, the slipway to be expanded next year won’t be this kind of wooden slipway, but a pure cement slipway, and a pilot slipway at that.”

“A pilot slipway?” Wales asked, somewhat puzzled, as he was still unfamiliar with the concept.

"It relies on water to create buoyancy, and then pulls the boat into the river," Link explained patiently. "This method can greatly reduce the difficulty and risk of launching ships and improve shipbuilding efficiency. Most importantly, a bridge crane can be made by using cement pillars and steel, along with pulley systems."

“A bridge crane?” Wales was even more puzzled; he had never heard of such a thing before.

"It just needs to be pulled manually, but it has the principle of saving effort with pulleys. Only a few people are needed to lift heavy objects many times heavier. That's the kind of equipment prepared for building large ships." Link continued to explain, "At that time, the speed of shipbuilding will increase many times. After all, the most time-consuming part is transportation, especially for those tall and large ships. It takes a lot of time to move wood from under the ship to the top."

“Yes,” Wales replied hastily, actually thinking the same thing. After the first ship was successfully launched, scaling up was necessary to have the confidence to continue construction. He was full of expectations for Link's plan, believing that under Link's leadership, Winter City's shipyard would become the most advanced shipbuilding base in the region.

"What kind of wood is used to build the ship?" Link asked curiously. He had never seen the actual shipbuilding wood before, and the names of the woods were all unfamiliar to him.

“It’s a pine cedar.” Wales became excited when he mentioned it, his face beaming with pride. “Lord City Lord, this kind of wood is perfect for shipbuilding. Its hardness is only slightly less than ironwood, but it’s very resistant to corrosion and can be submerged in water for a long time…”

It turns out that these cypress trees only grow in a few places, and there is a large grove of cypress trees in the Forbidden Mountains near Winterfell. Wales personally went to inspect it, and the quantity was so large that it could build ships for hundreds of years without using them all. This was nothing short of a blessing to him; a ship made entirely of cypress trees would cost more than five times as much as an ordinary ship in a coastal shipyard.

“Take me to see it,” Link ordered, also filled with curiosity about this magical wood.

“Yes.” Wales quickly led the way, taking Link to the place where the pine wood was stored.

The spotted cedar is a tall tree species. Besides being tall and straight, its trunk is dotted with reddish spots, hence its name. Link approached and saw the logs neatly stacked together, emitting a faint woody fragrance. He touched them and felt their hard texture and clear grain; they were indeed a very suitable material for shipbuilding.

"What about the keel? What kind of wood is it made of?" Link asked next. The most important part of a wooden boat is the keel, which is like the spine of the boat and supports the entire hull.

“Iron mahogany,” Wales said earnestly, a hint of awe in his eyes. “If pine fir is a surprise, then iron mahogany is ecstasy. This material, comparable to iron, is the best ship keel.”

Ironwood is more than ten times more expensive than spotted cedar, and is generally used by wealthy merchants and nobles to make spear shafts or furniture. As for using it to make ship keels, it is very rarely used, partly because it is expensive, but mainly because it is rare, as ironwood only grows in the Forbidden Mountains.

Link nodded. He knew about Ironwood; it was famous for its sturdiness and red heartwood. He'd heard that it took a knight a whole day to fell a single Ironwood tree. This reminded Link of the ironwood on Earth, which was also incredibly sturdy, but not as extreme as Ironwood. While Earth's ironwood was also very hard, it wasn't so hard that a longsword couldn't cut it down in a day.

As for why they didn't use ironwood to build the ship, processing the timber alone would probably take half a year. Link had heard that four or five people could only cut one plank a day to split ironwood into planks. Just thinking about how many planks a ship would need is enough to make one's heart sink.

Ironwood ships can be built, but not now. Link had previously planned to use ironwood to build ships, but it would only take a year to build one, a timeframe that taught him he couldn't rush things. He had a long-term plan; to build a powerful navy, he needed advanced ships. While ironwood shipbuilding was expensive and time-consuming, the quality of the ships produced was absolutely top-notch.

His future ship would be made of ironwood; he longed to explore the vast oceans of this world. Link's heart was filled with yearning for the unknown. He believed that countless opportunities and challenges awaited him on this boundless sea. He would use his wisdom and courage to lead Winterfell to an even more glorious future.

The Monster Mountain Range, this colossal structure standing between heaven and earth, is undoubtedly the most magnificent and mysterious mountain range in this vast world. Like a sleeping dragon, it winds and coils, spanning thousands of miles, its grandeur and magnificence leaving every witness in awe. Within the mountain range, the abundance of species is astonishing, from rare herbs to ferocious monsters, from towering trees to strange insects lurking in the shadows—all forming a complex and vibrant ecosystem.

This magical land is home to many rare species seldom seen elsewhere. Take, for example, the ironwood. This wood, with its deep color, hard texture, and faint metallic scent, is a superior material for crafting high-grade weapons and armor. While ironwood is almost impossible to find elsewhere, deep within the Monster Mountain Range, vast forests of it grow, towering into the clouds, their branches and leaves lush and verdant—a treasure left by nature specifically for this land.

Hidden within a branch of a magical beast mountain range near Winterfell lies a forest of ironwood. The forest isn't large, but a rough count suggests it contains over ten thousand ironwood trees. This was undoubtedly a pleasant surprise for Link. He had already learned of the preciousness and rarity of ironwood from Lina, so upon the discovery of this forest, he immediately ordered a ban on private logging, considering it a vital resource for Winterfell.

In fact, Link could have earned a huge sum of gold coins simply by selling the ironwood. But Link wasn't short-sighted; he knew the value and non-renewability of these resources. Therefore, he decided to keep the ironwood for himself, planning for the future of Winterfell.

He harbored a grand plan—to build a super warship. This warship would be entirely constructed from ironwood, because in his view, building large ships from steel was virtually impossible for the next five or six years. With existing technology and steel production, it was simply impossible to manufacture sturdy and durable steel ships. Ironwood, however, was different. Although its hardness was slightly inferior to steel, its unique toughness and corrosion resistance made it an ideal material for shipbuilding. More importantly, ironwood had a relatively short growth cycle, maturing into usable timber within one or two years, meaning Link could realize his shipbuilding plan in a shorter time.

He imagined what the super warship would look like: a massive and sturdy vessel, its hull covered with thick ironwood planks, like a mobile fortress; on the deck, ballistae, catapults and other weapons stood in rows, ready to deal with any threat from the sea; the sails were raised high, facing the sea breeze, carrying the glory and dreams of Winterfell, sailing into the distance.

"At the current pace, how long will it take to start shipbuilding?" Link asked calmly, standing on the city wall and gazing at the distant sea. His voice carried a hint of anticipation, but also a touch of suppressed emotion. He longed to begin shipbuilding immediately, but reason told him he had to wait for the right moment.

Wales stood upright beside Link. He was an experienced craftsman and the main person in charge of Link's shipbuilding project. Upon hearing Link's question, he quickly explained, "Lord of the city, shipbuilding can begin in a month. We are currently cutting the shipbuilding planks, but since the planks need to be dried, it will take at least a month before construction can begin."

Link's brow relaxed slightly, and he nodded, saying, "Can the ships be launched by next spring?" This was his biggest concern. If the ships could be launched by next spring, then Winterfell's navy would be able to take the initiative at sea, laying a solid foundation for future expansion.

"Yes," Welsh assured him, "with the current number of people and the progress of the work, the ship will definitely be launched next spring." His words were full of confidence. In fact, if it were a prototype ship, it wouldn't need to wait until next spring to be launched. But the quality of such a ship would be difficult to guarantee, and it wouldn't last long. The ship that Link required had to be sturdy and durable, able to withstand the wind and waves at sea and the test of battle.

"Go on with your work," Link waved his hand, indicating that Wales could leave. He only needed the ship to be launched by next spring. As for the rest, he'd leave it to Wales and the others.

Wales bowed and hurried off. He needed to keep an eye on the construction progress at the slipway; it was of paramount importance, as it determined whether the ship could be launched successfully. He knew that Link had high hopes for this shipbuilding project, and he couldn't afford any negligence or oversight.

Watching Wales's departing figure, Link turned to gaze at the distant sea. His heart was filled with anticipation and longing. He knew that the construction of this super battleship would mark the beginning of Winterfell's transition from land to sea. And in the future, Winterfell's navy would surely write its own legend on the high seas.

“Iron mahogany, spruce…” Sofia stood to the side, muttering to herself. She was an experienced shipowner with in-depth knowledge of shipbuilding and materials. In her fleet, the keels of the mainships were made of spruce, while the hulls were constructed from common woods such as sand pine or teak. These were all commonly used shipbuilding materials. Sofia bought several new ships or replaced several old ones every year, thus becoming very familiar with shipbuilding and materials.

She knew that a boat made entirely of spruce would cost several times more than an ordinary one. Spruce is hard, corrosion-resistant, and doesn't easily warp, making it an ideal material for high-end ships. A boat made entirely of ironwood, however, would be incalculably expensive. Ironwood not only possesses all the advantages of spruce but is also much rarer and more precious.

"Lord Link, will you be selling ships in the future?" Sophia looked at Link earnestly, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. She knew that if Link were to sell ships, she would have the opportunity to acquire a more robust and durable vessel, which would be a huge boost to her fleet.

Link raised an eyebrow, looked at Sophia's expectant eyes, and shook his head, saying, "Sell? I have no plans to sell for the next few years." His words carried a firm and unquestionable tone. He knew that the ships he could build in the next few years might not even be enough for his own needs, let alone sell them. Because the navy needed at least twelve large ships to ensure Winter City's safety at sea.

241. Agricultural fertilizer plant

"I see!" A hint of disappointment flashed in Sophia's blue eyes. But she didn't give up hope; she decided to ask again later. Perhaps, with the passage of time and the growth of Winter City, Link would change his mind?

“Let’s go, let’s take a look at the farm,” Link said calmly, stepping towards the carriage. He knew that the farm was one of Winterfell’s most important resources, providing the city with abundant meat and eggs, as well as valuable fertilizer for greenhouse vegetables. Therefore, he attached great importance to the operation and management of the farm.

The farm is located south of Winterfell, near the greenhouse vegetable growing area. When the site was initially chosen for the farm, the fertilizer needs of the greenhouse vegetables were fully considered. Therefore, a dedicated passageway connects the farm and the greenhouse vegetable growing area for transporting manure and other fertilizers.

"Clatter, clatter, clatter..." The carriage sped along, arriving at the farm in no time. Link, Luca, and Sophia stepped off the carriage, and a pungent stench assaulted their nostrils. They frowned; the farm was incredibly filthy, especially with sewage drains flowing directly into a river. This sight made Link frown. He thought: This is downstream; if it were upstream, wouldn't everyone be drinking a mixture of excrement and urine?

Stepping into the farm, the stench was overwhelming. Stoves were used to keep the animals warm, but the smoke from the stoves mixed with the smell of animal excrement, creating an unbearable odor. Sofia covered her nose and retreated without even taking a look inside. Luca also covered his nose and frowned as he scanned the area. He saw many animals lying huddled together on the ground, covered in excrement and mud.

"Summon the manager to see me." Link glanced at the ground in the farm, which was covered in a mixture of excrement and urine. He frowned and walked out of the farm, speaking to the guard beside him. One of the guards immediately went to fetch the manager. A short while later, the guard returned with a middle-aged man. The man was thoroughly searched before being allowed to see Link.

"Lord of the City." The steward, a middle-aged man, appeared extremely apprehensive upon seeing Link and quickly bowed. He knew that Link placed great importance on the operation and management of the farm, and if he made any mistake, the consequences would be unimaginable.

“Didn’t I give orders to clean the farm regularly? Why is it still so filthy?” Link asked, frowning. He wanted to know where things had gone wrong. The hygiene of the livestock directly affected their health and growth rate. If the farm was filthy, it could easily lead to diseases or infectious diseases, which would be catastrophic. Perhaps within a few days, all the livestock on the farm would die.

"This..." The steward lowered his head in a panic, explaining with a pained expression, "Lord City Lord, it's just that we don't know where those manure dung figures are going. The greenhouse doesn't need that much manure." The steward was now in a dilemma. He knew that if he dumped the manure, he would be punished. Because Link had given orders that the manure had a use and couldn't be thrown away. But now the greenhouse couldn't consume that much fertilizer, and he didn't know what to do.

"A greenhouse?" Link understood the problem. While fertilizer was important in greenhouses, it was only applied every few days. Livestock farms, however, produced manure daily. If not disposed of promptly, it would pile up, creating a filthy environment. The added value of livestock farms lay in this manure. In this era, there were no chemical or synthetic fertilizers. To ensure high yields and healthy growth of vegetables and grains, fertilizer was indispensable. And animal manure was one of the best fertilizers.

The current inability of greenhouses to consume sufficient fertilizer is indeed a problem. However, if land is reclaimed next year, even the manure from a dozen or so livestock farms might not be enough. Reclaiming land requires a large amount of fertilizer to improve soil quality and increase grain yields. While the land on the other side of the Sipult River may be able to support good grain growth in the first year due to its fertility, what about the future? It will inevitably become barren. Without sufficient fertilizer to replenish the soil then, grain yields will drop significantly.

Thinking about this, Link fell into deep thought. He knew this problem needed to be solved as soon as possible. Otherwise, it would affect the future development and food security of Winterfell. He decided to convene a meeting with relevant personnel to discuss the issue and find a practical solution.

The vast land surrounding Winterfell, after countless seasons of cultivation, has become scarred and barren. Like a frail old man, it has lost its former vitality. For years, farmers have sown and harvested on this land, but have never given it enough nourishment or rest.

Time, like a merciless sculptor, has gradually eroded the soil's fertility. Now, this land, which once nurtured countless bountiful harvests, is utterly barren. Every inch of soil seems to have been drained of its last bit of nourishment, and the yields of grains planted on this land decline year after year. The once plump ears of wheat have become shriveled and sparse, their golden color fading, silently testifying to the land's weariness and despair.

In this era, most ordinary people were ignorant and had no concept of using farmyard manure to improve the land. They lived simple and crude lives, and urinating and defecating anywhere was commonplace. In their narrow understanding, they could not imagine that those disgusting excrements could become a valuable resource to nourish the land and promote food growth. They mechanically repeated traditional farming methods, never considering how to fundamentally solve the problems of soil infertility and reduced food production.

The foreman of the farm stood nervously before Link. He kept his head down, his eyes darting furrowed brows and serious expression. Link's heart leaped into his throat, as if an invisible hand were gripping his chest, making it hard to breathe. He knew how hard-won his job was. Although the farm reeked of a pungent stench and the working conditions were appalling, the pay was quite generous, enough for him and his family to live a relatively stable life. He was terrified that some mistake would lead to Link firing him and losing his livelihood.

Just as the steward was filled with anxiety and trepidation, Link finally spoke slowly, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority: "Collect all the manure from the farm and pile it up. I'll send someone to haul it away later." The steward was taken aback for a moment, then quickly realized what he meant and hurriedly and respectfully replied loudly, "Yes, sir! I'll do it right away!" His voice trembled slightly with nervousness, but his tone was full of determination.

After finishing his sentence, Link turned to Luca and said, "Let's go back to the city." He then strode towards the carriage parked nearby. Luca and Sophia exchanged bewildered glances. They couldn't believe that Link had come to the farm, given an order to collect manure, and then prepared to leave. What was going on? Why would Link collect that filthy, smelly manure? Their minds were filled with questions, but they couldn't make sense of it.

"Clatter, clatter, clatter..." The rhythmic sound of hooves rang out as the three boarded the carriage one by one. Under the tight protection of the elite soldiers of the War Wolf Squad, the carriage sped off like an arrow towards Winter City. The wheels rolled, kicking up a trail of dust, as if telling the story of the haste and mystery of their journey.

Inside the carriage, Link closed his eyes slightly, leaning back in the soft seat, seemingly resting, but his mind was racing. He was carefully considering the characteristics of farmyard manure, knowing that only by thoroughly understanding and solving the various problems in its production and use could grains better absorb its nutrients, thereby achieving a significant increase in grain yield.

The carriage was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Luca and Sophia sat quietly to one side, their gazes occasionally drifting to Link. They had a feeling that something important was about to happen, something intricately connected to the farm they had just visited. But they couldn't quite figure out what it was, and could only wait with bated breath to see how things unfolded.

"Clop clop clop..." As the sound of hooves gradually faded, the carriage soon returned to the castle. Link stepped down from the carriage first and hurried towards the study. Luca followed closely behind Link with light steps. She was full of curiosity about her master, who was always full of whimsy and unpredictable actions, and wanted to know what he would do next as soon as possible.

Sofia, however, didn't follow them; she had her own matters to attend to. She needed to find Lydia to discuss tomorrow's itinerary. She also needed to say goodbye to Safina, as they were departing for the capital tomorrow, and who knew when they would see each other again.

"Click!" Link pushed open the study door, and a faint scent of ink wafted out. He glanced around and saw Henrietta, Bernice, and Ivy looking at him in astonishment, seemingly quite surprised by his sudden return.

“Lord Link, you’re back.” Bernice was the first to react, speaking softly. She walked forward with light steps, gently helping Link take off his dusty military overcoat, then squatted down and gently patted the mud off his knees, her movements practiced and natural, as if it were something she did every day.

"Mm." Link nodded slightly, standing quietly. He looked at the gentle and considerate Bernice in front of him, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart. He reached out and gently touched Bernice's head, saying softly, "Okay, you can change into some clean clothes later."

“Yes, Lord Link,” Bernice replied softly again, then stood up and stood to the side, a shy blush on her face.

Link's fingers gently traced Bernice's cheek, feeling the smoothness and warmth of her skin. A slight smile crept onto his lips, and he chuckled softly. He then walked to a chair, sat down slowly, and reached into the bottom drawer, taking out a book titled "The Complete Book of Agricultural Administration." He carefully opened the table of contents, his eyes quickly scanning the pages, soon finding the information he needed.

“Use soil and straw to make compost, wood ash and soil clumps…” Link muttered to himself, occasionally picking up a pen to write carefully on a piece of paper. He combined the knowledge from the book with the characteristics of this era, and after some deep thought and deliberation, he finally found a way to make fertilizer in this otherworld.

Link's focused expression stirred a sense of unease in Henrietta, Bernice, and the others. They all turned their gazes to Luca, who had just entered, their eyes questioning, as if hoping to get some answers from her.

"..." Luca helplessly spread her hands, indicating that she didn't know what was going on either. All the way, she was equally puzzled, feeling completely bewildered by Link's actions.

"Alright." Just then, Link gently closed the book and said softly. He knew that the production of this fertilizer had to begin as soon as possible. After all, every day that passed meant less nourishment for the land, which would affect the yield of crops—undoubtedly a huge waste.

"Lord Link, what happened?" Henrietta asked, her brown eyes filled with deep concern.

“It’s alright, it’s a good thing.” Link shook his head slightly, a confident smile on his face, and said, “I’ve found a way to increase grain production.”

"What?" Henrietta stood up abruptly upon hearing this, her eyes widening as if she couldn't believe her ears.

"Lord Link, you're telling the truth?" Bernice covered her mouth in surprise, her eyes filled with disbelief.

In this era, declining grain production has become the norm. Due to the long-term lack of effective land maintenance, the land becomes increasingly barren, and people can only watch helplessly as grain yields decrease year after year. Therefore, they were so shocked when Link spoke of ways to increase grain production.

“Of course it’s true.” Link nodded affirmatively. He didn’t explain the underlying principles in detail, but instead directly instructed Henrietta, “Henrietta, prepare to write the instructions.”

“Yes,” Henrietta replied quickly, sitting down and taking out a pen and paper to prepare to transcribe Link’s instructions.

"Starting today, we'll establish an 'agricultural fertilizer factory,' with the location chosen near the livestock farm. Have someone carefully select the site; and immediately construct wooden sheds, ensuring excellent ventilation..." Link explained the construction requirements for the 'agricultural fertilizer factory' in detail, with ventilation being the most crucial element. Only with good ventilation can we ensure that the fertilizer doesn't produce any odors or harmful gases during the production process. Furthermore, an open-air drying yard is needed to air-dry the finished fertilizer.

242.Support

“Also, have people collect all the excrement and urine from the city and send it to the fertilizer plant, along with the manure from the farms,” Link continued.

"Huh?" Henrietta was stunned upon hearing this, staring blankly at Link. She couldn't understand why they had to collect feces and urine now. This request was so strange that she found it hard to accept for a moment.

"Lord Link, is this excrement related to increased grain production?" Bernice reacted quickly and immediately thought of this, asking the question.

"Yes, wheat also needs nutrients. The nutrients in the soil were drained before, so we added nutrients back to the wheat," Link explained simply.

Bernice and Henrietta both understood the word "nutrition." Link had previously explained its importance to the human body in detail regarding food. However, now, when the word "nutrition" was intertwined with excrement and urine, it still made them somewhat hesitant to look directly at it, and a strange feeling arose in their hearts.

"This is the method for making fertilizer. Get someone to start immediately; we need it urgently next year," Link said, handing Henrietta the method he had just written down on how to make fertilizer from farmyard manure.