Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire.

Chapter 34 Barbarians
"Well, they should be serfs of a nearby noble, not barbarians."

Seeing Noah's mood changes were particularly obvious and he was a little agitated, Serena was a little slow to react and explained.

"Not barbarians, but savages!"

Noah corrected him, saying that the two concepts are completely different.

Barbarians are melee professionals with strong physical fitness and fighting instincts, while savages are humanoid animals without civilization who eat raw meat and drink blood.

"Can you go down and take a look?"

Selena was a little surprised by the Golden Dragon's abnormal reaction and the request he made at this moment, so she immediately met Noah's request.

After a roar and vibration, the airship began to slowly descend to the plain. The atmosphere began to hum and a strong wind blew, causing the people on the ground to look up.

The farmer who was sowing seeds, when he noticed the huge monster falling from the sky, fell to his knees on the ground with a look of panic and anxiety, trembling. However, he was brave enough to choose to run away.

"What do you want to see?"

Selina took Noah off the boat and ignored the farmers who were kneeling on the ground. Instead, she looked at the golden dragon flying over the farmland with some curiosity.

Then, she saw the golden dragon open its mouth and spurt out a cone of flames, burning a large area of ​​shrubs and vegetation. The ashes flew, revealing the moist black soil underneath.

"humus!"

Noah stretched out his claws and turned over the soil. He felt the softness on his claws and fell silent immediately.

“What’s wrong with this soil?”

Selena looked at Noah's actions and was even more confused. She didn't see anything special. This kind of soil was not even suitable for growing the lowest level of potions.

"It's very good soil for farming, there are no problems, it's very good."

Noah answered, but his dragon pupils became deeper and deeper, as if something was brewing in them.

In his memory that was about to fade away, a fragment emerged, and in it there was a small figure squatting on the edge of the field, waving a small hoe in his hand, breaking up the compacted loess that was as hard as stone one by one.

"That……"

“Can they continue to farm? I want to see how they do it.”

Noah looked at the crawling farmers, many of whom had fainted from fright, because everything they were experiencing was beyond their cognitive limits and was beyond their ability to bear.

"can."

The curiosity in Selina's eyes became more intense, but she still did not refuse.

However, in the eyes of the accompanying knights, such behavior was clearly doting and indulgence, but no one said anything and just carried out the order.

After all, they just wanted to watch the farmers farming. Although it was a bit strange, compared to those nobles who shot ordinary farmers as prey, this behavior was already very normal.

Under the orders of the accompanying attendants, the farmers who were still able to move stood up tremblingly and continued to sow seeds. No one dared to resist.

Because the knight who was extremely noble in their eyes had just come over with his men, and then, in front of this group of people, he lowered his proud head, appearing extremely humble and flattering, as if he had a tail stuck behind him and was shaking it desperately.

"Are you the lord here?"

Noah looked at the group of people who were stopped outside the team. The leader was a middle-aged man with a mustache and wearing a tight shirt and trousers. The old silk robe he wore revealed his embarrassment. It was obvious that he came in a hurry.

"Yes, I am the Lord of the Knight Territory of Vizer, Kaido Aizent."

Noticing the golden dragon's gaze, Kaido replied nervously, with beads of sweat oozing out of his forehead.

The flag flying on the mast of the low-hovering airship had already revealed the identities of this group of people and where they came from.

He couldn't afford to offend anyone here, but he just couldn't understand why these big shots would come to his knight's territory for no reason.

It makes no sense at all.

“So these lands are yours too?”

"Yes."

Kaido answered hurriedly. "What is the yield per acre of these lands?"

"what!?"

The middle-aged man was stunned. He had thought of many possibilities, but he had never thought of this problem.

“You don’t even know how much food your land produces every year?”

Noah stared at the man, and there seemed to be flames burning in his deep golden eyes.

"I don't care."

"waste!"

Noah cursed unceremoniously.

The man's face suddenly turned red. Although he was just a small knight, he was also a noble. How could a noble care about such things? This was something that the common people cared about. He even left the tax collection to his butler.

"I……"

"What? You have an objection to being told you're trash?"

The knight squire who stopped the man noticed the changes in the expression of the knight lord, narrowed his eyes slightly, and grasped the long sword at his waist. If there was anything wrong, he would swing the blade without hesitation.

"No, I dare not."

Even though he was just a knight's squire, his fierce aura from fighting monsters frightened the knight lord so much that his legs went limp.

"My housekeeper knows."

Kaido pulled the pale-faced old butler behind him.

“Do you know the grain production?”

"know a little."

Although the old man was frightened, he still answered haltingly.

"Then tell me how much your land produces."

"Your Excellency, during the harvest season, the weight of the grain harvested from the land is probably twice the weight of the seeds sown."

"How much? Twice as many seeds?"

Noah couldn't believe it. It was the first time he heard such a ridiculous description that the harvest of crops had to be compared with the seeds.

"Yes, this is already a very good harvest. The Eagle Falls next door needs to use 60 liters of seeds for every 100 liters of wheat harvested."

Although the butler noticed something was wrong, he still didn't understand why and even felt a little complacent. After all, in his eyes, such a harvest was already outstanding among the surrounding territories.

Jin Long didn't want to talk anymore. He looked at the farmers who were sowing seeds. They were really just sowing the seeds on the simply turned over land without any method.

If the little figure in my memory dared to do this, he would definitely be hung up and beaten.

“After they sow the seeds, do they just leave it alone?”

"Is there anything else to do?"

The old butler was stunned when he heard this, and asked back cautiously.

"This can't be called farming at all. This is a waste of the land!"

Noah let out a long sigh, unspeakable emotions were accumulating, and some almost forgotten memories began to flood into his mind.

He really couldn't stand it anymore. The people living on this land were basically a group of primitive savages. According to certain standards, these were barbarians who needed to be educated!

　The output ratio of 1:2 is not fabricated. The real West was like this before the 17th century. It was not until before the Industrial Revolution in the 1th century that their output ratio reached 4:, and that was thanks to the Mongol invasion.

　　PS: It was because the land productivity was too low that the Medieval West could not afford to support a full-fledged, full-time army, so the Whip of God came into being. During the Mongol invasion of the West in 1219, two two-man teams were able to reach the Danube.

　　
　
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