Chapter 124: Building Territory and Comprehensive Development

Lear took a deep breath and brought his scattered mind back to focus.

Take a step forward.

Look around.

After nearly two months of development, the City of Wei Lu has already had its basic framework.

Residential houses, blacksmith shops, tailor shops, and alchemy workshops have all been completed.

Buildings stand on the grass, and people are walking around, making the place look quite lively.

Currently, there are 100 swampmen, 310 halflings, 560 Delsans, and 530 half-elves in the City of Wisma.

Excluding combat troops, the total number of people reached 1500.

If we add 700 cold-blooded cavalry and 150 night elves, the number will reach 2350.

This does not include the more than 500 cave dwellers who have returned to the iron mine to continue mining.

As for the scarlet wasps and grave guards, they do not consume territory resources and cannot be counted as normal life forms. When Lear calculates, he often lists them separately.

With so many people, the territory with a not-so-large building area has already begun to take shape.

Arriving at the residential area, the three-story vine houses, where groups rehearse in neat rows, give people a very soothing feeling.

The lush green vines themselves also make the surroundings full of vitality.

At this time, all the residents are working, so there are not many people here.

Looking up, I saw many clothes drying on the balcony fluttering in the wind.

The atmosphere of life is very rich.

Lear walked through the residential area and came to the south of the territory. He stopped at a building he had never seen before.

It was obviously built in the past few days.

This is a three-story house with a height of 12 meters. It is circular and covers an area with a diameter of more than 60 meters.

A large number of halflings were coming in and out at this moment, appearing to be very busy.

Seeing Lear coming, they were a little frightened and quickly stepped aside, respectfully bowing with their hands on their chests.

"Lord Lord."

“Greetings.”

Lear looked and saw that most people were holding bundles of arrow shafts in their hands.

There were also a lot of newly cut down thorn bush branches piled up around the place that had not yet been dealt with.

These shrubs are natural arrow shaft materials and only require a little trimming to make arrows directly.

Lear nodded.

"Now, who's in charge here?"

"It's Chief Tariq."

"Call him over."

The halfling immediately responded, turning around and trotting away nervously.

It's very similar to the state when the superior temporarily checks the tasks at work, but the mentality is more tense.

If the superior conducts a random check and fails to complete the task, at most he will be scolded, but if Lear is not satisfied.

A single look can determine their life or death.

As the master of this territory, his will is above all else.

Soon, a figure in his early forties, half a head taller than the average halfling and exceptionally strong, walked out of the building and approached with a bit of nervousness and excitement.

Bow respectfully.

"My Lord, Riantariq pays respect to you."

The tone was full of respect.

When first captured by the cold-blooded cavalry, the halflings were filled with anxiety and vigilance towards this strange territory.

But then, a series of unimaginable treatments brought about great changes in their hearts.

Especially the free imparting of knowledge has made everyone crazy.

How precious is knowledge, that it is so generously imparted to all!

The mind of the ruler of this territory is amazing.

When he saw Lear at this time, he immediately showed his heartfelt respect.

Lear nodded.

"Tariq, how many thorn arrows can be produced every day now?"

The 2-star thorn arrows are not low-end products. As consumables, if they are deployed on a large scale, the 3-star level will basically reach the upper limit.

From 4 stars up, the production cost and difficulty will soar.

Without sufficient human and material support, ordinary forces cannot afford the consumption.

"Sir, the manufacturing process of thorn arrows is not difficult. If we need to expedite production, we can produce tens of thousands of arrows every day!"

"But at present, the output is only thousands. What constrains us is not manpower but raw materials."

Tariq explained softly.

"We have enough arrow shafts, but we are running low on golden pheasant feathers."

Lear's eyes moved slightly, and he felt something was wrong.

Not too little, but too much.

There are only more than 200 red-headed pheasants. Even if all of them were plucked to make arrows, it would be impossible to supply thousands of feathers every day.

Even if all the hair on this thing was plucked out, there wouldn't be so many of them.

Speak out your inner doubts.

Tariq was a little stunned, then spoke cautiously.

"Sir, when we make arrows, we mainly use the 10 outermost feathers of the red-headed pheasant's wings. A pair of wings has 20 feathers."

"After the feathers are plucked out, they will grow back in three days at most as long as there is sufficient food."

"This batch of red-headed pheasants can produce more than 3 high-quality wings every three days."

Lear had just heard the news.

This should be what he discovered when he was fighting the devil, right?

I couldn't help but marvel at it.

Long hair can grow in three days? Isn't this a bit exaggerated?
But when I think about the things in this fantasy world, it somehow feels reasonable.

If he can become a god, what else is impossible to happen?

"Very good, continue to maintain stable production."

"Stock up as much as you can. Arrows are essential for war."

Even if they cannot be used up in a short period of time, they will not expire if stored; they are strategic materials.

Tariq nodded repeatedly in agreement.

As Lear spoke, he stepped into the three-story building.

After walking through the gate, you will see a row of half-person-high, unique workbenches made of wood in front of you.

A large number of parts are assembled together, making it difficult to tell their specific uses.

Tariq saw his gaze and immediately introduced himself.

"Sir, this is the tool we use to make bows and arrows. We halflings have spent hundreds of years researching and improving it!"

"With them, production efficiency can be greatly improved."

Then he stepped forward and demonstrated it.

Although it looked unremarkable on the outside, Lear became very interested after the other party explained the operation.

Using these tools to produce is indeed much more efficient than manual labor.

Nod with satisfaction.

"Very good. The blacksmith shop has obtained the new longbow production blueprints. I will ask Brin to come and study and improve your production tools."

"It might come in handy."

"You are familiar with making bows and arrows?"

"Sir, our overall combat power as halflings is not as good as that of other races. We can only use bows and arrows to make up for our weaknesses."

There was a bitterness on Tariq's face. This was a natural disadvantage of his race and it was difficult to change.

An adult halfling is only a little over 1.2 meters tall, about the same height as a six or seven-year-old human child.

If such a weak body wants to survive in the wilderness, it can only rely on other means.

The bow and arrow is the choice of the halflings after experiencing countless painful lessons.

Lear nodded slowly.

"From now on, I will concentrate on producing bows and arrows for Wei Lu City."

"Now that you have joined the territory, you are no longer alone."

"Our army will stand in front of all residents, using their swords to protect everyone behind them, including you."

The tone was calm but extremely powerful.

The eyes of the halflings around changed, with excitement and heat on their faces.

As a nomadic race, the need for a sense of security is extremely strong. The reason why the halflings were able to change their mindsets so quickly and integrate into the City of Wispy Dew was not only because of the knowledge, but also because their need for security was met here.

Now, with Lear's personal promise, coupled with the impact of the image of the army returning yesterday, his inner emotions rose again.

Tariq held his chest and bowed, performing the salute in the most humble manner.

"I am willing to serve you till death!"

Lear nodded, patted the other person's shoulder and said nothing more.

After inspecting again and understanding the specific situation, he turned around and left without staying any longer.

Industries need to be nurtured slowly, and the same goes for skilled workers and mature systems.

There is no need to rush.

Not long after I left the house, I saw a few Delsa people coming excitedly.

When he got within seven or eight meters, he immediately put his hand on his chest and saluted.

"Good day, Lord."

Lear raised his brows slightly.

"But what's the matter?"

"Sir, we are the staff of the fish farm. The eggs of the dragon blood red fish have hatched!"

Lear's eyes lit up immediately.

About ten days ago, the dragon blood red fish successfully laid eggs, and he was excited for a while.

I didn’t expect the eggs to hatch so quickly?

He immediately asked the two men to lead the way.

Arriving at the fish farm in the north, a dozen staff members gathered around a separate fish pond, discussing something excitedly.

Seeing Lear coming, he bowed and quickly made way.

"Sir, look"

Lear stood by the fish pond and looked down.

In the clear water, most of the tiny fish eggs hanging on the wall of the fish pond are now empty, leaving only tiny shells floating.

Dragon blood red fish fry, each half the size of a grain of rice, are swimming happily in the fish pond.

They were so densely packed that they filled half of the pool.

It’s so dark that it can make people with trypophobia feel numb.

Lear was in a very good mood.

The Dragon Blood Red Fish is a 2-star magical life form.

Not only is it a rare delicacy, but it can also permanently enhance your physical strength.

This thing can definitely become a territory specialty and be cultivated and developed.

Now after these fish eggs hatch, the scale of the fish farm can be expanded a hundred times!
Moreover, this is a swamp, and the thing that is most lacking is water.

"Go and call Bane."

"Yes"

The Delsa man who was named immediately turned around and left. Not long after, the swampman hero came excitedly.

"Sir, has the dragon blood red fish hatched?"

The tone was one of extreme joy.

Li Er nodded with a smile on his face, motioning the other party to look at the pond where the fry were.

"The hatching rate of dragon blood red fish is not low. Judging from the current situation, we may be able to hatch more than 100,000 fish this time!"

“At present, the scope of our fish ponds is too small.”

“An area needs to be replanned for breeding.”

The reproduction of fish is very exaggerated. They can lay thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of eggs at a time.

Fish have countless natural enemies living in water, and a large base is needed to maintain the population.

But human intervention can avoid this loss, and the hatched fish fry will be pure profit.

Bain said briskly.

"This is nature. Sir, we have already made a plan. The fish pond will be moved 5 kilometers to the north."

“There is a large area of ​​silt land there, which can be expanded to a thousand acres in the future.”

"It is enough to meet the breeding needs for a long time."

"And I have arranged for people to plant fishtail grass in advance."

Lear nodded with satisfaction.

What he admired most about Bain was his meticulousness. As the chief consul, he was able to coordinate every detail, which was quite rare.

"Just go and plan it."

"But the fish ponds here must be preserved and not abandoned."

"In the future, when the territory's buildings are expanded here, it can also be made into an ornamental pond."

"As you wish."

After explaining the matters here, Bain went down excitedly and began to arrange people to develop a new fish farm.

In addition, the area of ​​fishtail grass cultivation must be greatly expanded, as the previous cultivation is far from meeting the demand for raising tens of thousands of fish.

Lear was in a very good mood at the moment.

The three piglets gave birth and the dragon blood red fish were also hatching.

Everything is going in a good direction.

The military strength has been greatly improved, and the territory has not been left behind.

After finishing his work here, he returned to the fish pond, sat down in front of his dedicated rattan chair, and began to watch the fish and drink tea.

After an intense battle, you need to relax for a few days.

Physical pressure can be handled, but psychological pressure needs to be relieved.

After a break at noon, Bain, who had been busy all the time, came back with a happy face.

"My Lord, good news!!"

Lear looked at the smile on the face of the swamp man and felt a little emotional. The other party had not stopped from morning to night and was working too hard.

It made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Serious instructions.

"Bain, you need to set up those departments as soon as possible. Even if there are no suitable candidates, you have to set up the framework first and fill it later."

“A true manager does not do everything himself, but rather does a good job of supervision and management, and leaves specific matters to the people below to carry out.”

"The territory is growing, and future affairs will be even busier. Even if you work 24 hours a day, you won't be able to handle it all."

Bain was stunned at first, then smiled bitterly.

"Sir, I originally wanted to let them learn more knowledge before selecting personnel."

"It doesn't have to be so complicated. If they don't meet the requirements or their capabilities are not up to par, just replace them with new ones."

"I allow you to make mistakes. There's no need to be so timid."

Bain's heart suddenly felt warm. This feeling of being trusted is priceless.

Li Er didn't say much, as the other party needed to resolve the matter on their own.

"What's the good news you just mentioned?"

Bane came back to his senses and became excited again.

"The half-elf working on the farmland just assessed that we can start harvesting the swamp wheat on October 10st!"

The population of Wei Lu City is growing, and the food supply in the warehouse is decreasing rapidly every day.

Bane's inner anxiety was almost written on his face.

Hearing this news, I breathed a sigh of relief.

The heavy burden on my shoulders can finally be lifted.

With these thousands of acres of wheat, we won’t have to worry about food problems for a long time in the future.

After the harvest, the second round will be planted.

Swamp wheat harvests once every three months a year and can grow normally even in cold winters.

Up to 4 crops can be grown in one year.

After the first round of harvest, the pressure will be less.

Lear was also quite surprised.

Only with a stable food output can the City of Wei Lu be said to have gained a real foothold.

Even if the population expands significantly in the future, there will be no need to worry about having no food to eat.

This is of great significance to the city of Weilu, which is now isolated in the wilderness.

All in all, military, territory construction, industrial development, agricultural production, all fields are progressing in parallel.

comfortable.

(End of this chapter)