Throne of the North

"Compared to the Tundra Territory, the cold wind in the North Wind Province is nothing."

In the fortress on Rhinohorn Mountain, Ryan was wrapped in a deerskin cloak and felt much warmer.

He looked at the prosperous village at the foot of the mountain. After he brought back the food, the Tundra Territory fell into jubilation.

Food was the key, but more importantly, they didn't expect that the lord would be so kind as to give them half of the food without asking for any compensation.

"Sometimes, the free ones are the most expensive."

"Sir, the food is ready."

A soft call from the maid came from behind, and soon Ryan was sitting in front of a large wooden table, enjoying the service of the three or five maids.

He finally lived a life like this, and Ryan liked these evil rules very much.

The steaming venison leg meat melted in your mouth, especially the aroma of jam in your mouth, which made Ryan couldn't help but call Brand.

"Brand, your jam-making skills can be sold in the imperial capital."

Brand said respectfully:

"Mr. Lane, every believer of Deer Spirit is the best bard and winemaker, and jam is just incidental."

"Making wine."

There was yearning in Ryan's eyes.

"But that would use up a lot of food."

He knew very well that he had also tasted the stag wine brought by the Luling villagers that had been stored for hundreds of years. It was not wine, but countless golden punks.

But making wine requires food, and food, even in the south, is the most important strategic material for the nobles. As for the north?

It is a miracle to be able to eat and drink enough. There may be excess grain to make wine.

Even the most dissolute and unscrupulous nobles would not dare to brew wine on a large scale, because more slaves would die in that way than if they were allowed to work fourteen hours a day in the mines.

Let's do it little by little.

"How is the cultivation of orchid berries going now?"

Ryan looked at the old butler Beard. The gray-haired old man showed vigor like an eagle at this moment.

"The orchid berry seeds brought from the alien plane are growing very well. According to Anol's estimation, it only takes three months to harvest a batch of berries. If Master Lane wants to make wine, the sales volume of fruit wine in the empire will not be high. Low."

Old Beard suggested that as a steward, he would not care about the life and death of those slaves. The enjoyment of the lord was the first priority in his heart.

"It will be ripe once every three months, and at least twice or three times a year. It doesn't matter if it is four times in the first few years. Add in the meat from hunting, and there are more than 2,000 people in the Tundra Territory. It's still not enough."

“You still have to have fields.”

As a time traveler, Ryan has a great obsession with farming. He can't just go around 'borrowing' it all day long, right?

After finishing the meal, Ryan asked the old butler to call a group of villagers from Luling Village, Brand and the knight attendants, and began to head to the surrounding foothills.

The Tundra Territory is surrounded by mountains on all sides, with only a few flat areas for entry and exit, like a big shot with many holes missing.

Going south would naturally mean entering the North Wind Province, but if you don't go south, the nobles of the empire won't care where Ryan develops.

Strictly speaking, every lord on the border of the empire is considered a pioneer lord, and they can freely develop territories without owners.

If Ryan wanted fields that could grow wheat, he could only find a way from the surrounding foothills.

"The northern lands starting from the Northwind Province and heading north are filled with a large amount of frozen soil. The further north you go, the deeper the frozen soil becomes. In the far north, even the surface soil is permanently frozen. It is basically Can’t grow food.”

"I don't have high demands on you. If you find an acre of land that can be planted, I will give you one silver coin. If you find an acre of land, you will get 25 more copper coins."

Ryan said loudly, he knew very well that if you want to mobilize the enthusiasm of the people, rewards are indispensable.

And his reward is extremely generous. The only problem is that money is useless in the Tundra Territory now.

But this group of villagers obviously didn't expect this. After hearing the reward of silver coins, everyone was as excited as if they had been given blood.

In fact, they have ignored that the real overlords in this foothills are actually those ferocious beasts that are so hungry that they have to come out to find food.

Watching a group of people leave like crazy, Ryan looked at Rosen.

"You lead people to patrol around and drive away wild beasts."

In doing so, he could only protect this group of civilians to a certain extent.

The common people who did not even have the strength of a trainee knight could survive in such primitive foothills because they had adapted to the cold winters for hundreds of years. It was not easy to find the land to grow wheat.

Otherwise, no lord would be interested in the Tundra Territory, and even if there were no lords here, they would not even bother to develop here.

Baron Lane's silver coin reward is not that easy to get.

"birch."

As a lord, Ryan did not go into battle himself. He came to a tree with a surface that was white like wind and snow, and couldn't help but marvel.

The birch tree can be regarded as a treasure. Even the bark that will fall off naturally is a hard-earned good thing. It can be used as medicine and can be made into various jewelry. The effect is no worse than leather.

Even for nobles, it was a high-end tool for writing and sending messages.

Looking around, there are many white birch trees in the foothills, which are all his wealth.

The entire North is a treasure, quietly waiting for its development.

Thinking of this, Ryan also had some expectations for the North.

"Tell everyone after you go back that birch trees like this cannot be burned, even the bark, let alone cut for firewood and building houses."

It's fine to use ordinary trees to build houses. For firewood, you can use those pine trees even if you are extravagant. The value of birch lies in the future business landscape.

"Follow your will."

Old Beard said. He didn't quite understand why Master Ryan valued these white trees. He just needed to obey orders.

Thinking of this, Old Beard couldn't help but have a deep resentment towards those civilians and even slaves.

Master Ryan was kind enough to let them cut down trees belonging to the nobles to build houses, and he didn't charge them money. This group of people really didn't know how to be grateful.

"You have to understand that free does not mean no cost."

Every time, Ryan said this to the old butler who was solidified by the Clayton family's education.

On exploitation? In Ryan's opinion, the nobles of the empire are too uncreative.

About an hour later, someone in the distance came back with a cry of surprise.

"My Lord, we found a large area of ​​land that can be planted!"