'I really guessed it right! Only the nomads of the southern grasslands and the desert sand kingdoms would adopt this style to forge weapons! I wonder if I can get steel through its blueprints...''
This last transaction went very well, and both of them were happy.
After all the goods were loaded on the car and the brewing oak barrels were replaced with the kind of oak barrels sold exclusively, the time was already dusk.
The caravan walked directly into the mist under the afterglow of the sunset, without staying here for one more minute. Only in the mists left a channel dispersed by the sacred torch.
George stood on the walls, looking at the mists that gradually covered the passage, knowing that after he owned the abbey, he would also have this divine torch.
The mists buried the passage completely, and George finally withdrew his gaze. Turned his head to look at it.
In the midst of the fields, there were many farmers who were leading their horses and plowing the last morning of the day were busy.
In front of the several newly replaced with iron plow wagons, each with four horses pulling. The plowing was like a trot. The original laborers who were pulling the wagons have all been freed up.
And now the efficiency of plowing, more than ten times faster than before!
And those lands, also plowed deeper than before.
According to this efficiency, not to mention the fields near the territory, it is no longer a problem to plant autumn potatoes and cabbages on all the less than 2,000 acres of land under the entire Johannes Mountain!
This time the field should be able to turn in place, after the full absorption of fertilizer, should be able to harvest more food... In the case of potatoes, how can it be raised by a hundred kilograms? The current three hundred kilograms is six or seven times different from the modern potato yield...'
George vaguely remembered that the yield of potatoes should be more than a thousand kilograms to be right.
'But even if it does not increase more than a hundred pounds, now after more people, and the mist can be dispersed a lot, after the winter harvest, food should no longer have to worry about it...'
When he thought of the very beginning, he and Alexander spent their days struggling for a bite to eat, George could not help but feel some sighs.
"Four horses a plow truck, twenty plow trucks, tonight the mine to melt, tomorrow almost all can be replaced ... Although this treacherous merchant has hacked me, but it does solve my urgent needs ah."
Like George, all the lords who had traded with the traveling merchant loved and hated that guy...
...
Early morning.
It had rained a few times in the past few days, the roads were rather muddy, and George and the others knocked up their boots after returning from the fields to the dirt road.
"That's a big smell." Martin retracted his gaze from the field and fanned his nose.
The manure inside that field, although not much manure (too few people), is considered to lend only a little smell, but this smell mixed with that 'human ash' is a big scary.
' After the horse had iron, the land was turned deeper than before. But after the fertilizer is fully absorbed, the yield is not increased more ... On the contrary, the fields planted by the golden rubble without 'manure' had a significant increase... Is there something wrong with my handling of manure?"
The area around the territory for a mile or so now was free of mists. So the manure is naturally missing. And because there were so few people, there wasn't much manure, and those new extra fields didn't have manure added to them.
Originally George thought that the yield of those fields would be worse, but I did not expect it to be just the opposite. This makes him feel a little strange.
In the last two days, he thought about it day and night to recall his past memories, only to remember that those 'manure' before use, it seems to be to pile up...
Alexander stretched out his big hand and waved it in front of the lord's eyes, interrupting his thoughts. After seeing the lord frowning and glaring at him, the big man said nervously, "Chief, are we still going today?"
"Go, bring more horses and carts today and try to make one last trip." George patted his cloak, looked over to the cemetery side of the pile of wood and stone (the church being built), his mind flew to the stone village side.
He had been there a little too often lately, leaving quite a few footprints.
The group gathered around the tall Alexander, whose fine, densely woven lockets shone in the morning light, and the pattern on his gray battle robe glowed. The distant backs were like a group of knights of the Holy Court (the divine pattern of the robes was indeed thoughtful).
After looking at the mists that surrounded the sunlight in the distance, George turned around and walked to the smithy.
After pushing open the door, a wave of hot air came to his face. The old blacksmith Duke and several apprentices were busy in it.
At George's suggestion, the blacksmith store slightly altered, the original shed furnace, placed into the house.
In fact, in the old Duke had seen those big cities inside the blacksmith store, is also a variety of furnaces placed in the house. This can better maintain the heat and reduce the fuel consumption when heating up the furnaces.
Because the urgent use of the batch of new equipment have all been built, so the house of the Kingdom of Heaven servants only two, their main job, but also with the old blacksmith, do some research.
"How about it, old Duke? Can it be improved some more?"
"My Lord." After Old Duke heard the voice, he put down the hammer, wiped his sweat, and shook his head slightly: "It's still the same, my lord. I have tried my best to forge the iron repeatedly, but like you said, there are still too many impurities in it..."
The new weapons had actually been forged, with the dagger blueprint and the experience of the old blacksmith, with good stack forging and hardening.
But the first batch is not good, George in the blacksmith store and old Duke studied for a long time, and finally twisted with raw and cooked iron, placed in the furnace to re-refine, after which the effect of the weapons improved a lot.
The latest batch of weapons, has reached the old Duke has seen the kind of 'basalt' degree, and also has some pattern, but is with George said 'steel' is much worse. There is also some difference with the material of that dagger.
He felt that the demand made by the lord was a little too harsh.
''Could it be that the temperature of the furnace is not enough? But this furnace containing some alchemy technology is already able to turn iron ore into iron water...'
"My lord, recently I've been trying to remove the impurities in the iron ingots. I remember my father said that certain things can remove the impurities from iron ore. But so far, several options that were tried didn't work."
"Hmm... Also, Duke." George wiped his sweat and said, "You can also try a new ratio of raw and cooked iron along the lines of our previous research."
Want to follow the ancient method, break the technical barriers monopolized by the hands of the great nobles, smelting steel, I'm afraid it will take a long time. But now there is no shortage of this time, so the old Duke has been getting this thing.
'In the absence of people who know alchemy technology to the territory before, I'm afraid this is the only way ...' Thinking of this, George secretly sighed.
These two weeks he still had a lot of free time, and discussed a lot of things with old Duke, which included gunpowder.
Although he had lost many memories before crossing over, he still had at least some impression of the three materials used in gunpowder. But he found that this world's 'gunpowder' materials, and his impression is a huge gap.
He did not know what else there was a difference, but knew that even if he brought 'Baidu' here, I'm afraid many things would be in vain.
'Want to develop the shelter, I'm afraid that can only undertake the civilization of this world, and many things in this world is too magical, simply can not be explained by common sense ...'
Thinking of those stories about wizards and alchemists in his memory, as well as those alchemical products he had seen in the city before, George could not help but be baffled.
After standing for a while, George, who was sweating profusely, did not intend to stay here any longer. He headed to the schoolyard, ready to inform Jack, who was taking newcomers to training, to patrol for the old squires.
This year's autumn seemed to be a bit sultry, and George's memory had a great anomaly. In previous years, I'm afraid the temperature was the same at the end of summer, but now a month has passed since autumn.
Many of the collar people still wear short shirts, did not bother to change into those newly made clothes. The tops of their arms are basically tanned.
'Old Duke said before, last year is in the hottest weather, suddenly came a frightening blizzard ...' Walking on the road, George's heart sank.
Several farmers pulled a large wagon filled with fertilized soil and passed by George's side. The farmers waved up to say hello after seeing the lord, no matter how far away they were, which made George's heart feel much more comfortable.
These new lords changed a lot faster than he thought they would. He remembered that when they first arrived, they still had dull faces and thin, dry bodies. But now it is under the supply of food, the body gradually recovered, the heart is full of enthusiasm.
In this matter, in fact, the most important role, in addition to those food, or those old collar people.
This period of time, George did not have too much effort to spread what faith, but those old folk are enthusiastic about it.
Remember the first day, George led a patrol back at night, but also saw those new dwellings, the houses are lit. Many of the people who should have been resting in this world were holding torches and leaping from door to door - especially the old ladies, who were most enthusiastic about this.
In fact, in the beginning to become devotees, are also these older people - many of them have no children, the only thing they hope is to do in the last years of their lives, so that the deceased rest in peace in heaven ...
George suddenly found that there are these people in the lead. He may not even have to spend too much energy on these things! And I'm afraid it won't take long for these newcomers to integrate into the collective!
Just the thought that the first group of priests in the territory, may be a group of big mother, he did not know what it was like in his heart ...
This is not, on the way, will be with Hathaway big mother bumped into, see this is to the people of the territory to tell the story of the canon of a woman, George's scalp can not help but explode again.
Sure enough, these guys still noticed themselves and slowly gathered around.
Listening to the questions they asked, the sweat on the top of George's head secretly stayed.
-- It all started with that shit he did some time ago...
In this period of peace and quiet in the shelter, George gradually found a drawback. Many people were too dependent on the gods of the underworld, which made him feel very unhappy on the one hand, and reminded him of the converted clergyman on the other.
He sometimes always wondered, in the most glorious time of the god of refuge, also failed to play the ancient gods, so, put all the hope in Him, whether one day will be disillusioned with Him ...
He knew that certain things might be a little too early for his own consideration, and this idea is somewhat disrespectful to his own boss, after all, this branch office building was rented at its expense... But he still can't help but secretly rewrite the things in the holy scriptures, so that there is about 'seeking God' thought, slowly transformed into 'seeking oneself'.
The eggs cannot be put in one basket, and 'seeking oneself', if it can germinate, will certainly not let the asylum dissolve directly after losing the reliance of the god of asylum.
But at the beginning of the pen, George's heart is still very apprehensive, after all, 'self-reliance' in the end, is a human-based completely independent, and the god of refuge will become an auxiliary human thought of the trust only ...
This is not very different from the subversion of divine authority ... Or rather, to return faith to mankind.
But he felt that this since the seven bodies of the God of refuge represented the seven powers (hard work, bravery, wisdom, compassion, justice, love, generosity), then it was only right to put faith in these positive ideas above, and also piety.
Only he knew that by then, it would not matter if there was a god or not...
'But how will putting faith in a loser defeat that ancient god who is more powerful than Him?"
As George carefully planted these seeds of thought, he had been carrying a suspicious thought and speculation... Afterwards, after he found that the divine grace had not been reduced, he guessed more and more, and wielded his pen with more and more ruthlessness...
This is a kind of death, but also has been a crazy temptation.
Up to now, there is no divine punishment down, but some questions from the people of the territory is more and more up...
For these people to raise questions, George listened to each one, after thinking a bit, with a serious face answered.
"The gods never help those who are not self-reliant and lazy, but only the more you work hard, it will be as if the gods help before the difficulties." He paused and said, "As for your question of why that miracle did not appear, it is naturally because you have not tried hard enough and retain a trace of doubt in your heart!"
"Are you saying that if we go and fight with all our might, a miracle can appear?!"" Sometimes I always feel that I am still so close, or even have completely given up, but with my persistence, things do appear to turn around!" "Thank you, God of Asylum! It was my luck that I used to have 'Avril' (an older woman) say yes to my advances!"
'Bullshit! You should thank yourself, and your lord lord!' George almost blurted out. He couldn't help but touch his face and said: "Remember, in addition to hard work and wisdom, and the courage to fight against the odds, you also firmly own that, the faith to turn the impossible into possible to do! And only such a full commitment, can make a miracle!"
George turned around and wanted to leave, so that the most will round up for him Hathaway aunt, for him and these people nonsense. However, this is always the first to 'understand' over the older woman, today is a problem.
She grabbed George's sleeve, pursed her lips, and looked at her lord with a pale face.
In George's inquiring gaze, hesitant Hathaway, finally gathered up the courage of his heart, the words of his heart to tell.
Among them, there is a deep grief salutation.
"Lord, I have always had a question... I was once a devout believer, and from the time I understood, I was a heavy and laborious day. I never let go of my faith until my last son died slowly in my arms... I never had any doubts even before then, my lord, even on the day my son died, I kept dreaming of an angel coming down to earth, but nothing miraculous ever happened... My Lord, I don't know why God didn't help us, is it because I'm not religious enough? Or am I not praying the right way?""
He looked into George's eyes with tears in his eyes: "Or was I born guilty?
Faced with this torture of the soul, the spokesman of God was struck by a thunderbolt.
He lightly opened his lips, his heart had a thousand words, each of which was the standard answer taught by the Holy Church, and he had been convinced before he awakened. But at this time, it is any sentence can not be said.
George kept echoing that last sentence and couldn't help but feel a burst of vertigo.
The surrounding people have gradually gathered around, many of the people have put down their work, eyes looking forward to their lord.
In the sky, there was a ray of morning light shining on his face.
The lord shivered twice, rolled his eyes, as if by some divine command (sunlight shaking eyes shaking), finally opened his mouth with a sacred solemn face.
"Aunt Hathaway, you are an incomparably good person, how can you be born to be sinful? This includes you as well... Because there is