Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 316 Behold my gift!
The white-painted palace swayed and rocked all the way, and the large wheels finally creaked into a manor dominated by a snow-white tower.

White Garden City—one of His Highness the Prince's many territories.

"Oh, time to eat some melon seeds!"

Jahelis pushed open the car door and swarmed out with a group of brothers and sisters.

Baiyuan City is flat and surrounded by fertile land. Fruit trees such as peaches, plums, apples, and grapes are planted on the outskirts, while grains such as wheat, corn, and millet are planted along the water.

Records show that the total amount of grain produced each year was enough to feed the Night's Watch legion on the Wall for a year and a half.

Don't ask why it's not two and a half years, you're showing your true colors.

"Father, when will my eggs hatch?"

Jaheris was munching on a freshly picked melon, his mouth full of juice, while he held a large, bright blue egg in his other arm.

The "expensive egg" had been in his hands for quite some time, but unfortunately, it never showed any signs of hatching.

"Is the temperature not high enough? How about using the incubator from the dragon's lair?"

Jaeheris asked, his eyes sparkling.

"I don't know, but I support your attempt."

Amon, a good father who loved to tell the truth, shook his head, completely trusting his son and letting him do as he pleased.

"Oh~~~~"

Jahelis looked slightly disappointed.

Renée got out of the car, patted her son's head, and said with a helpless smile, "Your father is already very tired, don't disturb him, Jay."

Jahelis nodded in agreement, turned back to his smiling self, and went to play with his brothers and sisters.

"This child is so lovable, he seems like he'll never be unhappy."

Lana's cheeks were flushed, her smooth hands resting on her forehead, and she seemed to be intoxicated by the warmth of the river bend.

Renilla smiled, very satisfied with her eldest son's character and abilities.

With his hand on his lower back and twisting his aching neck, Imon walked toward the Gardener's Tower in White Garden City.

It was really tiring traveling.

The wheel palace seems stable, but it becomes difficult to walk when you reach the bumps and gullies, and the bumps are excruciating.

Riding a dragon would certainly be faster, but he didn't do that.

After becoming a father, he gradually understood his uncle's thoughts back then.

Whether he was a dragon rider or not, and whether his children were dragon riders or not, he hoped to take advantage of his children's young age to personally measure the land of the seven kingdoms on foot.

Targaryens are the closest to gods; dragon riders are born superior to humans.

Only by being down-to-earth can one understand one's responsibilities and return from the lofty sky to the solid and reliable earth.

in addition…

The reason for the exhaustion was to win over the nobles of the river bends along the way.

"Your Highness, let me help you up."

The carriage behind stopped, and Earl Casway of Bitterbridge hurriedly got out to help the Prince, who was younger and stronger than him.

Imon was speechless, and waved his hand, indicating that it really didn't need to be like that.

Effort pays off; Count Casway is loyal to the royal family and has a blind, almost idealized, adoration for Eamon and Renilla.

Immon reached a cooperation agreement with him.

From now on, all grain purchased in the Bend will pass through the Bitter Bridge and be used for lodging. Count Casway may build inns and carriage shops and train a garrison to protect the area.

What appears to be merely an increase in business taxes is actually the royal family supporting an army.

In reality, Bitterbridge's status rose to that of a first-tier noble in the Bend, preventing the unauthorized flow of Bend produce to other regions and initially unifying grain exports.

"I need food," said Aemon.

"Xiao Jie, I want a straight wooden stick!"

The little guy sneaked into the farm in White Garden City, and Benedict, hands on her hips, ordered her brother around without a care in the world.

In front of a chicken coop, there are free-roaming chickens and hens nestled in their nests laying eggs.

Jaheris squatted under a jujube tree, a half-eaten melon dangling from his mouth, staring intently at a hen incubating eggs in the henhouse.

The hen was yellow with a grayish tinge, and had a pile of eggs under its rear end. Every now and then, it would wiggle its rear end to adjust its posture.

Jaheris was so engrossed in watching that the melon he was about to eat was pecked twice by several hens that came over.

"What are you looking at, my little prince?"

Langwu, leaning on a bent wooden stick, stopped outside the chicken coop, watching the clever little prince.

"Slurp~~"

Jahelis was startled, the melon in his mouth fell to the ground, and he subconsciously swallowed.

The child is still young and has a bit of a problem controlling himself.

"It's nothing, teacher."

Jaeheris wiped his mouth, casually broke off a tree branch to use as a stick, and went to meet up with his sisters.

Langwu gazed at his small figure from behind, a warm smile unconsciously rising on his lips.

……

night.

A banquet was held in Baiyuan City.

Some unexpected guests arrived, such as the Earl of Mary Weiss in the Long Table Room, the Earl of Fosowy in the Cider Room, and Sir Raymond, the eldest son and heir of the Earl of Fosowy in New Barrel, a close relative of theirs.

The three noble families all lived near Baiyuan City and rushed over upon hearing of the king's arrival.

"Is your father still in good health?"

As Eamon sipped his iced drink, he asked the young Sir Raymond Forsowy.

The Fossoway family is a large family, tracing back to their ancestor "Bluehand" Garth. Garth's two sons founded the Ciderhall branch and the New Barrel branch, respectively.

They are known as the Green and Blue Apple families of the Reach, distinguished by the colors on their respective coats of arms.

New Bucket City is Green Apple.

“My father is in good health. Hearing that the prince and princess had arrived, he wanted to pay them a visit in person, but there have been some minor troubles in the territory recently, so he had to send me instead.”

Sir Raymond was young and tall, with a dignified appearance but a somewhat serious demeanor, and was considered a trustworthy and good knight.

Imon nodded, not wanting to pry further into matters concerning the other's territory.

The arrival of the three noble families was certainly not a simple matter of meeting once.

“Your Highness, we’ve heard you wish to secure a stable supply of grain to King’s Landing from the Reach. We’d be happy to lend a hand,” said Earl Red Apple of the Cider House, revealing his true intentions.

A slight smile played on Eamon's lips as he summoned Earl Casway, who was always on standby, and asked him to represent the royal family in business negotiations.

Count Casway immediately got into character, launching into a frenzied bargaining spittle, arguing that red and green apples were rotten and worthless, and that he could buy them cheaply.

"What a talent."

As Imon watched the spectacle, he couldn't help but admire Earl Casway's eloquence.

It's such a pity that someone like that died from the first shot of Blood Dragon Dance.

call out!
Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a silver-gold hair.

"Huh, this kid?" Imon straightened up, his expression strange.

Jahelis was holding a terrified hen in his arms, while the dog stealthily slipped upstairs along the edge.

Could it be that he saw a hen incubating its eggs and stole it to incubate blue eggs?

What a wild idea.

Seeing that nothing serious had happened, Aemon got up and went to the giant chestnut that was being sucked up by the storm in the corner.

"Chestnut, does this place feel like home?" he asked.

Upon hearing the sound, Giant Chestnut stopped pouring fruit into his mouth from the basket, wiped his mouth with his large hand, and muttered, "There... Chestnut wants to save... some fruit for others to eat."

The giants' language system was clumsy, and Aemon could roughly understand what he meant.

This place feels like "home," and I want to stay here, waiting for my so-called "family" while enjoying good food and drinks.

"Giants really exist?" Amon asked in astonishment.

The Reach was once the territory of giants and children of the forest, but eight thousand years have passed, and even wild beasts like white deer, direwolves, and shadow lynxes have become extinct in this land.

Where did this giant come from?

After a moment's thought, Imon said, "Since you like it here, then stay in White Garden City and become my castle guard."

"it is good……"

The giant chestnut grinned foolishly and continued to proudly display its basket.

As Imon returned to his seat, he couldn't help but think of what Lannar had said on the way.

After the first peak of the fire appeared, the climate on the mainland became increasingly hot.

Then, considering that after the appearance of Lonely Mountain and First Fire Peak, the hatching frequency of Targaryen dragon eggs increased sharply, it seemed to confirm that the magical tide was artificially rising.

Dragons are better suited for survival, and the same applies to the relatively weaker children of the forest and giants.

“Langwu, I suspect that giants and children of the forest have smuggled themselves from the Great Wall to the south.”

Aemon stroked his chin and asked the old wizard who was sitting quietly, taking small bites of his food.

"Your suspicions are correct."

Langwu chewed slowly, pointed at the giant chestnut, and then said, "Isn't there a giant who's smuggled himself in here?"

Amon's face darkened. "You really know how to talk in such a dramatic way."

Langwu wiped his mouth and said gently, "Before meeting you, I always imagined what dragons looked like, and giants only existed in books. How could I have so much knowledge about them?"

If he were in a barbarian land, he could still share the king's burdens.

But this is Westeros, so I'm sorry.

"Alright, the three of you will exchange half of your annual grain production with King's Landing for salt, honeycomb briquettes, lime, and other goods. The price difference will be covered by the national treasury."

Count Casway took a sip of his wine and finally settled the business deal.

Count Marie Weiss and Count Red Apple nodded repeatedly, quite satisfied with the terms.

The river bend area has no shortage of grain, but selling the grain for money or goods is a troublesome matter with losses.

Just transporting grain to the storm-stricken areas, or selling it to other ports via the old town's large ships, incurred significant expenses for food, clothing, and port taxes along the way.

If we can sell directly to King's Landing, we can save a lot on travel expenses.

With food in hand, Imon thought of the coming winter in 129 AC and felt he should do something.

"I want to build a granary."

Ser Steve, a member of the Kingsguard who was following the group, whispered, "Your Highness, there are several granaries in King's Landing that store enough food to last the city for a month."

"not enough."

Aemon shook his head and said, “Dorn has just been recaptured and is likely to rebel in the future. At the engagement ceremony, the young Lord Clegane Stark told me that the North’s harvest this year is very low and they will need to buy grain from elsewhere.”

There is never too much food.

In the entire continent of Westeros, only the Reach is a major grain-producing region. Arryngo and Dale in the Vale are comparable to the Three Rivers in the Riverlands. The Royallands and the Stormlands produce enough grain to be self-sufficient, but not much surplus.

The North and Dorne are purely a burden due to their food production.

"We need to build granaries, and we need to build big ones, and many of them."

Aemon was determined to build several super-large granaries in King's Landing and the royal domain.

Based on an output of 300-400 jin of grain per mu, 10,000 mu of land would yield nearly 4 million jin of grain.

The total area of ​​Westeros has never been measured, but it is at least 24 square kilometers.

Ten thousand mu of farmland is approximately equal to 6.67 square kilometers.

With the combined efforts of the four regions of river bend, river valley, valley, and royal territory, it is not difficult to gather 10,000 mu of arable land.

The difficulty lies in acquiring enough grain.

"Let's set a small goal: first, to acquire 500 tons of grain and build ten large granaries that can store 50 tons of grain each."

Imon's conservative plan.

Sir Steve looked astonished, hardly believing his ears.

Can the continent of Westeros produce this much food?

It is possible, but it won't happen overnight. We need to first build up grain reserves, then gradually acquire more grain, and be prepared for a long and arduous process that will last for several years.

After all, no country can afford to block a road and then run out of food in its capital within a month.

Imon wants to cure this stubborn disease.

stomping on...

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from inside the hall, and a soldier with a green apple printed on his chest ran in.

Sir Raymond was startled and jumped to his feet.

(End of this chapter)