Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 87: Dragons also need to work on the ground
Womisol stretched out his dragon head, his bronze vertical pupils were full of impatience, and he opened his dragon mouth and roared angrily.

It had just returned to its new home when something happened.

What's the driver to do?

"Help, Wormithor!"

Aemon was shameless and waved his hands vigorously at the bronze dragon.

"Roar!"

Womisol was very angry and flew over from the new nest with his wings spread.

From his low, muffled roar, one could tell that the curse sounded quite dirty.

Boom!

The huge bronze dragon slowly landed on the ground, and fine sand rose several feet high.

The boys and girls carrying water were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they fell to the ground on the spot, and some fell directly into the water.

"Those who can swim, please save him."

Bachelor Mu Kun was anxious but calm, and urged people to go into the water to salvage the items.

Without saying a word, Steve took off his armor and white robe and went into the water, picking up the people who fell into the water with one hand each.

"Thank you for your hard work, sir."

Aemon handed him a white robe to wipe.

These boys and girls are not native to Runestone City, but orphans from Newfield recruited from King's Landing.

He doesn't want to let him go, so he must be treated well.

The hiccup passes.

Aemon found a pile of limestone.

Limestone is usually white or brown, soft and easy to break.

It is a common stone that can be found everywhere.

"Prince."

Johanna's eyes sparkled, and she guessed what was going to happen.

After just a few minutes, Scholar Mu Kun saw how audacious the Prince was and quickly retreated with the rest of the people.

"Dragon Flame!"

Aemon gave the order.

Womisoer looked down at a pile of rotten stones with his vertical pupils, and opened his mouth to spit out bright copper dragon flames.

Zi La La...

The limestone quickly dissolved under the burning of the dragon flame, turning into masses of red, fiery magma flowing.

"Stop!"

Aemon's brow furrowed.

The dragon flame of Wormisol suddenly stopped, and a puff of black smoke came out of his nostrils.

Looking at the limestone that had been burned into liquid form, Yimeng asked with a headache: "Can this still be used?"

"can!"

Scholar Mu Kun came back and asked someone to deal with it: "After cooling, it will become volcanic ash, which can replace clay and has a better texture."

Aemon's eyes were filled with helplessness.

He wanted to burn lime, not volcanic ash which was a substitute.

"We can try again, as long as we control the heat."

Maester Mukun fully utilized the inquisitiveness of a qualified maester and was extremely curious about the dragon's lime burning.

"Okay, let's do it again."

That can only be the case.

Aemon stroked the bronze dragon's brown wing membrane and warned, "Reduce the fire, don't melt it."

The words were spoken in High Valyrian, simple and orderly enough to be understood.

"Roar!"

Womisol shook his dragon head and was in a very bad mood.

Soon, more limestone was brought in.

"Dragonfire!" Aemon ordered again.

No matter how reluctant he was, Wormisol still spewed out dragon flame.

But this time, the dragon flame was much weaker.

Crackling...

As the limestone burns red and hot, its texture becomes softer.

"Stop!"

Seeing this, Yimon quickly stopped them.

As a model student who returned knowledge to compulsory education, he still remembered that the lime should not be cracked or crushed during the burning process.

Womisoer slowly put out the dragon flame, and the limestone turned gray-black as it cooled.

"Bring some water."

Maester Mukun ordered a strong young man.

The Academy has studied countless lost skills, and lime burning is just one of them that is not easy to popularize.

The process is very simple, but the craftsmanship and cost are higher.

Therefore, it cannot become one of the mainstream building materials.

While the water was being pumped in, the gray-black limestone gradually cooled and turned into a greasy white color again.

Iemon couldn't wait, he dipped his hands in water, picked up a few pieces with his bare hands, threw them into the bucket and crushed and stirred them.

"D-Prince?"

Bachelor Mu Kun almost dropped his jaw at this scene.

It is unscientific to hold burnt quicklime with bare hands.

Even a heat-resistant Targaryen shouldn't go to this extent.

"Don't make a fuss, Maester."

Johanna smiled and ordered more people to fetch water and mix quicklime.

Limestone that has been burned and changed color but not broken up has been converted into quicklime.

When quicklime meets water and heats up, it becomes a finer white paste, which is slaked lime that can be used.

Aemon focused on his work, using a wooden stick to pound the quicklime in the bucket into a paste.

"Prince, that's enough."

Maester Mu Kun said tremblingly.

He still couldn't accept it and needed to take it easy.

"Someone come and try to see if it will stick firmly when applied to the brick seams."

Eamon stood up and patted the water, looking forward to the results.

The specific process is correct.

The problem is that the temperature of the lime burning process is not well controlled, the cooling time is not sufficient, and the material transformation of the lime has not been completely completed.

But this is just an exercise, and the subsequent firing will be gradually refined.

Two old stonemasons stepped forward tremblingly and built a row of low stone walls using a mixture of quicklime and fine sand and a mixture of sand and soil respectively.

"Pay attention to the ratio, one shovel of slaked lime and three shovels of fine sand."

With the guidance of Bachelor Mu Kun, it really seemed like the real thing.

Yimon nodded slightly, thinking that he was indeed a talented person.

Similarly, look at the Citadel in a different light.

As expected of a learning institution that represents the continent of Westeros, it possesses a wide range of knowledge and skills.

"Unfortunately, slaked lime has reached its peak."

Aemon has a little regret.

He actually knew how to make cement, but the cost and difficulty of burning cement was more than ten times that of burning quicklime.

The effect of cement use...

It is very hard in the early stage, but is afraid of sun and cold.

And the shelf life does not exceed a hundred years, and it will usually crack beyond recognition within a few decades.

The cost and benefits of using cement to build the prince's palace and lay the foundation are not proportional.

In comparison, burning lime is simpler and slaked lime itself is more durable.

Mixed with some other materials, ancient buildings made of slaked lime can last for thousands of years.

"Prince, why don't you move first? It will take some time for the quicklime to take effect as a bonding agent." Scholar Mu Kun looked at the bronze dragon and kindly reminded.

There was a huge, grumpy dragon nearby, and the craftsmen were hitting their feet while laying stones.

"Go back, Vermithor."

Aemon accepted the suggestion and turned his back on the dragon.

"Roar!"

Womisol roared at the driver, and his silver hair fluttered in the scorching wind.

Then it turned its dragon head and flapped its wings to fly away.

"Let's go too."

Aemon wiped his face, calmly.

He had already abducted Wormisol's wife Silver Wing to the river valley, so what was wrong with ordering her around once or twice?

How dare you speak loudly to him?

“Hiss~”

A silver dragon head with curved horns poked out from the dragon's nest high in the mountain, quietly looking at its companion and the silver-haired boy.

After confirming that there was nothing exciting, he quietly retreated.

Give full play to the calm character of a homebody dragon.

……

While waiting for the quicklime to take effect, His Royal Highness the Prince was still restless.

Compared to half a month ago, there are more rows of thatched cottages along the banks of Chang Lake.

Many farmers in coarse linen clothes squatted by the wall, staring into the distance with dull eyes.

They are the people living in the northwest of Fushi City.

It is adjacent to Raven Ridge in the northwest, and there are very few people living nearby.

Madam Leia decided to relocate these subjects to the river valley to serve as the first group of subjects.

Yimon didn't get closer, but asked in a low voice: "How many households are there, and how many people are there?"

Suddenly giving up your original life and moving your family to an unfamiliar land will inevitably lead to confusion and loss of hope for the future.

"There are 509 households in total, with three to ten people in each household, for a total of 1,824 people."

Johanna reported the total in bits and pieces, and added: "Only half are young men and women, and the other half are old people and children."

In an era of low productivity, ordinary people will have more children.

Children are the new generation of labor force, sharing the pressure of the family.

Even if a family has many members, they will not be bullied by their neighbors.

“There are a few people.”

Aemon smacked his lips.

According to detailed statistics, the 3,000 young and strong men who built the prince's palace belong to Fu Shi City and will be returned in the future.

In addition to the more than one hundred craftsmen of the Prince's Camp and the one hundred and fifty Valley Knights, only the labor camp of the Firesmith Department belongs to the River Valley.

The three hundred craftsmen and one thousand orphans of Xintian in King's Landing do not belong to him for the time being.

All in all, there are only 509 households in front of us that can be considered as the real residents of the river valley.

"There are still a small number of people in the back rushing to harvest crops, and they will migrate over slowly."

Johanna comforted at the right time.

"Don't disturb them yet."

Aemon did not come closer.

The first survival crisis in the valley has arrived.

How do the new subjects live?
Reclaiming wasteland is a strategy, but the river valley is in a state of disrepair and there is no extra manpower to reclaim the wasteland.

"How long will their food last?"

It was June and the summer harvest had already begun in the valley.

Thanks to the changeable climate of Westeros, it has been summer in recent years.

Johanna said, "It will last until next summer planting, and there are still some livestock to feed."

That is to say, the construction period of the Prince's Palace must be shortened.

Before that, we have to find a way for the people to make a living.

"It's not easy."

Aemon's brows furrowed, and for the first time in his life he felt his shoulders grow heavy.

At this time, the difference between uncle and father Damon was compared.

The eldest uncle was the king. He inherited the prosperity left by his great-grandfather and continued it.

That's what it means to be able to do it.

Damon used public funds to rebuild the Golden Cloaks and privately recruited an army of mercenaries.

During his peak period, he even called himself the "King of the Gorge Sea" in recent years.

Only occasionally did he hear about Yulong punishing the offending pirates from the Three Women's Kingdom, but he had no news on how the Stone Steps Islands were governed.

After all, he is the second son, and his talents are all in bravery.

"Hiss!"

Walking around the lake, I could hear the roar of a young dragon in the distance.

When I looked up, I saw a light gray and white young dragon holding a big fish and flying back from the lake.

"Gray Shadow."

Aemon chuckled.

"Hiss!"

The gray shadow also saw him, raised its head, swallowed the big fish in one gulp, and flew over happily.

Pfft!
A huge dragon struck and knocked His Royal Highness to the ground.

Aemon's eyes twitched in pain. He held the struggling young dragon in his arms and said helplessly, "You seem to have grown up a bit?"

Having said that, it seems true.

Gray Shadow was originally only six meters long, and was a real little guy.

When Aemon looked at it now, he could see that the dragon's porcelain white horns had grown longer and its tail had grown thicker.

When I measured its body length, it was actually about eight meters.

“Hiss, hiss, hiss~”

The gray dragon licked his dragon head and rubbed it against His Royal Highness, its sapphire vertical pupils full of anticipation.

Yimon groaned and said, "It's the effect of the blood fruit."

Only the secret treasure fruit provided by the panel can make a young dragon grow two meters in one month.

Perhaps because of the young dragon, the blood source fruit is more effective.

But that is also rare and precious.

The gray shadow was still flattering, and its misty wing membrane hugged His Royal Highness the Prince, just like a big puppy acting coquettishly.

"Okay, stop making trouble."

Imon was pushed back by it and slapped the dragon's head lightly.

Under Johanna's surprised but unnoticed gaze.

Silently call up the card panel.

White fog and three cards that have not been turned over.

Aemon's mind moved, and three cards were turned over.

One white, one green and one blue.

The third blue card is a little more practical.

[Bronze Shield]: "Engraved with the runes of the ancestors, it is said to have magical powers that cannot be damaged."

Price: 250 Essence.

boo~
Yimon poked it and exchanged it directly.

He likes bronze ware and collects them as collections.

"Unfortunately, blood source fruit is difficult to obtain."

Aemon stroked the dog...dragon head, thinking about giving Wormithor some compensation.

You can't always get something for free, right?

　Even if Balerion is resurrected today, he still has to go to the fields and plow two acres of land for me.

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(End of this chapter)