Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 88 If there is no road, then draw a smooth path!
Then, bring up the personal panel.

Aemon Targaryen

Talent: Dreamer (gold)
Bloodline: Dragon King of Old Valyria (41.5%)

Skills: Binding Spell "Cripple" (proficient), Archery (Always Hitting the Target), Empty Hands (proficient)...

Magic Cards: Strong and Robust (Blue), Solid as a Rock - Intermediate (Purple), Kingly Temperament (Purple)
Equipment: Dual Valyrian daggers, Sapphire Amulet (2/3), Bronze Shield

Pets: Golden-nosed Rat (blue), White Deer (auspicious animal)

Comment: "The bloodline is improving steadily. You can try to learn advanced dragon taming skills."

Almost no changes.

Aemon sighed and looked at the golden hourglass on the card page again:

[Number of essences: 2197]

After hunting down the glutton, he was covered in dragon blood and gained 100 points of magic essence.

Four dragon eggs and the white deer provide 67 essence points.

It cost 250 essence to redeem the [Bronze Shield] just now, and there are 2197 essence left.

Only one regret.

The glutton failed to provide 5% blood purity.

"The dragon is dead, and its blood has lost its essence."

Aemon angrily rubbed Gray Shadow's dragon head, feeling sad for the death of an adult dragon.

But it's better to die.

Without gluttons stealing dragon eggs and hunting baby dragons, the number of baby dragons on Dragonstone may see a surge.

“It’s all for the family.”

Yimon comforted himself and felt much better.

"Hiss!"

The gray shadow blinked his pupils, but received no reward after waiting for a long time.

"It's about time."

Aemon pushed the greedy young dragon away, stood up and left ruthlessly.

Halfway through the journey, he ordered: "Remind Sir Ryan of Seagull Tower to pay attention to receiving the next batch of construction materials."

"Yes, Prince."

Johanna said.

The building materials did not appear out of thin air, but were transported from overseas by a large foreign ship and landed in Seagull Town for delivery.

As long as it's not overstated, the cards will provide a measure of protection.

The only thing to worry about is the difficult mountain road through the river valley.

……

"Prince."

Scholar Mu Kun said happily: "Come and see, the hardness of slaked lime is very high."

He picked up a stone and smashed it against the low wall made of quicklime.

Bang!

The stone broke into two pieces, leaving a small depression on the surface of the low wall.

Aemon reached out and touched it; it felt a little damp and cold, and still half dry.

As we all know, slaked lime must be completely dry to develop its full hardness.

“This level is quite good.”

Scholar Mu Kun was afraid that His Royal Highness the Prince would not recognize the value of the item.

"Based on this hardness, how much slaked lime is needed? Can you calculate it?"

Aemon was pleased.

"For a prince's palace, the amount of slaked lime is incalculable."

"To put it another way, if there are 3,000 people building a palace, how many people can be needed to burn lime?"

"At least five hundred people."

Yimon was surprised and asked, "Five hundred people are enough?"

He thought there would be more people.

"more than."

Scholar Mu Kun elaborated: "It is simple to burn lime, but the demand for stone and firewood is huge, and it requires three times the number of people to supply them."

That is an additional 1,500 people, specializing in quarrying and cutting wood.

Imon was suddenly silent.

One thousand orphans in the new fields and five hundred and nine new settlers, all added together are not enough.

Johanna stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear: "Prince, we have coal mines."

"Yes, coal can replace firewood."

Yimon's ideas suddenly became clear, and he drew up a complete production chain in his mind.

Half of the people were digging coal and quarrying stones, and the other half were burning lime.

Don't delay either.

Daring to think and act, Imon walked towards the temporary village by the Long Lake.

"Prince, what do you think?"

Johanna was by his side.

"Give the people a smooth path to the future."

Aemon didn't even turn his head, a smile on his face.

At this time, the new subjects heard the noise and had already walked out of their huts and gathered together.

Both men and women lowered their heads, filled with fear for the new lord and the fish-eating young dragon.

The northwest is relatively poor and information is blocked.

They didn't know what it meant to be a prince or not, they just wanted to have land to cultivate and for the new lord to collect less miscellaneous taxes.

"Everyone, the River Valley welcomes you!"

Aemon walked to the entrance of the village, opened his arms and shouted.

The new residents looked at each other in bewilderment, and many elderly people pulled their children to kneel down.

The scene was quite cold.

Steve rushed out, his voice booming: "Before you is the Bronze and Fire Born of House Targaryen, the Heir to Runestone City, the Dragon Prince, Aemon the Dragonslayer!"

The sound was loud and could be heard across half of the lake.

"Hiss!"

The depressed gray shadow was startled by a sharp scream. The little guy was catching fish on the lake.

A single move can affect the entire body. The black swans wandering on the green lake were startled and flew over the lakeside with their wings spread.

Young dragons and a flock of black swans.

The new subjects had been born in the countryside and had never seen such a scene.

Those with sharp eyes saw Steve wearing silver armor and white robes and had heard of the name of the White Knight.

Immediately, a large group of people fell to their knees.

"Aemon the Dragonslayer!"

"My Lord Prince..."

"..."

The country folk all addressed the nobles as "Master", and when they heard about the dual identities of the heir to Fushishi City and the Dragon Prince, they felt that he was a hundred times more noble than the nobles they had seen before.

Aemon was used to it and waved his hand calmly: "Everyone, get up. I want your loyalty, not your knees!"

The new leader dared not disobey and thanked him in a few words and stood up.

Steve, who was guarding beside him, said solemnly, "Prince, please give me a lecture."

"Thank you."

Aemon took a deep breath and announced loudly in the common language with a slight valley accent: "Welcome to join the valley. As your new lord, I will provide you with land." Wow!
The new leader was pleasantly surprised and hit the bull's eye accurately.

Eamon continued: "At the same time, I will build a new home for all of us!"

"..."

The new subjects didn't understand why the prince would live with them.

Yimon's next sentence: "How much work you do, I will pay you according to that amount!"

"Long live the Prince!"

The new subjects' eyes sparkled and they shouted at the top of their lungs.

In any era, money is the driving force of human society.

After a long while, Aemon put his hands down, signaling them to be quiet.

The new subjects shut their mouths, their enthusiasm largely waning.

They began to doubt whether the wages were real or fake.

It was rare for nobles to be given two meals of thin gruel when they were sent to do corvée labor.

Yimon didn't waste any words and asked, "Who is the village chief or someone in charge?"

Soon, seven old men and three middle-aged men came out.

“We are the heads of seven villages.”

"Our village is still rushing to harvest crops, and we are the representatives."

The ten people have similar identities and are all grassroots managers.

Yimon said simply and bluntly: "Building a city and a town requires manpower. If you contribute, I can distribute wages or other replacements."

"Your Highness, what are we going to do, and how much...reward can we get?"

An old village chief was trembling with fear and didn't dare to ask for wages at all.

"Different jobs have different salaries."

Yimon knew that the lower class people were the most practical, so he introduced them one by one: "Burn lime for 28 copper stars a month, quarry stone for 3 silver deer a month, and mine for 6 silver deer a month."

According to the exchange rate of 1/10 of copper stars, silver deer and gold dragons, wages were squeezed to the lowest critical point in King's Landing.

Coal mining is the only profitable job.

Correspondingly, coal mining is the hardest and most tiring job.

"real!?"

The old village chief opened his eyes wide, full of disbelief.

There is a shortage of jobs for rural people, and after farming and harvesting, they basically have no income.

"How could His Royal Highness lie?"

Steve spoke at the right time.

The old village chief was very excited and immediately discussed it with the other nine people.

They had lost the land originally provided by Fushishi City, and the river valleys were all uncultivated land. They were worried about their future life.

With a job that pays well, you no longer have to worry about your family going hungry.

"Please think about it carefully. We will accept both men and women, but not the elderly or children."

Aemon left a word, eyeing the orphans of Newfield who were gathered nearby.

"You guys too, I'll distribute your wages!"

They originally supported the Valley because of Rainier's status and did not discuss wages.

Upon hearing this, the group of orphans in Xin Tian also became lively.

Within a short while, both groups had reached a conclusion.

Of course!

Aemon finally showed his true colors and said righteously, "As long as you are a resident of the valley, I will distribute six acres of land to each person according to the number of people!"

Not to mention the new subjects who value land the most.

Even the orphans of Xintian were secretly excited and wanted to stay in the valley and get a piece of land.

There is land outside of King's Landing, but competition among orphans is fierce.

Moreover, those lands are relatively barren and are not as good as the fertile black soil in the river valley.

Yimon glanced at them and saw that the people were willing to help him. He added, "In addition to wages, if anyone wants to stay in the valley, a house will be distributed according to the household registration after the town is built!"

He doesn't care whether he will suffer any loss or not.

Anyway, I have nothing now and I have to rely on these people to work hard.

You guys work really hard, it would be best if I lose money to death.

"Your Highness, please let us stay!"

Someone shouted loudly and squeezed out from the Xintian orphans.

What do orphans care about most?
No hunger or cold.

After receiving the favor of Princess Rainier, the "Light of the Kingdom", they were freed from hunger and had the opportunity to cultivate land and build houses.

But it doesn't belong to them after all.

Staying in the valley and getting paid and given a house is just the life you've always dreamed of.

With the first one taking the lead, the rest will all boil.

The new subjects were no less enthusiastic and knelt down again to express their loyalty.

"Prince."

Johanna looked surprised.

I didn't expect that His Royal Highness the Prince has begun to master the art of governing his subordinates.

Although it is all driven by interests, it is enough for the time being.

Yimon ignored him and focused on his work: "The two groups of people are combined together. The women burn lime, the old and young men quarry stones, and the young and strong laborers dig coal."

After a pause, he suddenly realized: "Pick some girls and strong women to cook for them. The wages will be the same as those for burning lime."

Eating is a very important thing and cannot be forgotten.

Johanna: ...

Even more speechless than her were the people from the Firesmith tribe who worked as coolies moving stones.

Seeing the orphans of Xintian and the new settlers having wages and houses, they were all stunned.

Crack!

William whipped the ground with a whip and shouted, "What are you looking at? You want to rest after moving so many stones today."

"Woooooo~~"

The members of the Firesmith tribe were so miserable that they just kept working.

Who told them to be captives? The tribesmen sent out to recruit them never returned.

At the bottom of the food chain in the river valley.

"Come to me, Gray Shadow!"

After Aemon finished drawing the pie, he called the young dragons who had come to watch the fun.

To burn lime, you need to build a kiln and burn some samples manually first.

"Hiss!"

Gray Shadow was unaware of the darkness in people's hearts and flew over happily.

Maester Mukun: ...

Who says dragons are ferocious beasts?
Aemon glanced at him and began to order the horses and oxen. "Maester, please stop the work of tamping the foundation, double the area of ​​the foundation, and use lime mixed with sand and clay to tamp it again."

The materials provided by the cards are of high value, so you must make the most of them.

When building a palace, we should follow the specifications of the Forbidden City.

I just want him to draw up a blueprint for the palace.

It was really hard work.

　One more chapter!
　　The farming plot is relatively smooth, and having more chapters to see the farming process and harvest is a small compensation.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)