The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

With the broad sword resting on Sean Avery's shoulder, Alan said solemnly: "I, Alan Habsburg, the Boar Baron, accept your allegiance."

After saying that, Allen hurriedly helped Sean Avery up and said, "Today's boiled apples are pretty good. Let's go and try them together!"

After a cup of tea, in the rough hall, at the long pine table, Alan sat at the head, and Knight Avery sat on his right.

Sizzling grilled meat, hard whole wheat bread, and boiled apples, this is Alan's breakfast. It may seem shabby, but it is food that many serfs can only dream of.

Looking at the butler Morton Frank beside him, Allen waved his hand and said, "Grandpa Frank, please sit down and eat with us!"

"Master, the rules cannot be abolished!"

Morton Frank refused very seriously, and then stood behind Allen like a tall pine tree, fulfilling his duties as a butler, which was the "Tao" he adhered to in his heart.

Since becoming the last Baron of Wild Boar, Frank has served the Habsburg family for a full thirty years, dedicating all his youth to the Wild Boar Territory.

"Crack!"

Alan cut the meat with a dagger and ate it with relish. Streams of heat replenished the energy that had been lost in his body.

"belch!"

After a very unpresentable burp, Allen put down the dagger in his hand and asked, "Grandpa Frank, how many people are there in the territory now?"

"Master, there are now two thousand people in the entire Wild Boar Territory, distributed in seven villages."

Slightly turning sideways, Butler Frank described the population situation of Wild Boar Territory in detail, including blacksmiths, brewers, farmers, etc., no matter how big or small.

"Only two thousand people?"

Hearing this bad news, Alan frowned and sighed in his heart.

The entire Wild Boar Territory is a hundred miles in radius, with flat terrain. The Ergun River winds through it, and the hillside where the castle is located is the highest point in the territory.

With such favorable geographical conditions and a population of only two thousand people, one can imagine the situation of the Habsburgs.

Butler Frank looked at Alan who was sighing, puzzled: "Master, the Northland is vast and sparsely populated, two thousand people is not a small number."

Unlike the densely populated southern region, in the north, the average barony has only a few thousand people, and some of the worse-off ones have only a thousand or so. The Habsburgs are still doing well in the north.

"Uh!"

Hearing Frank's proud tone, Alan was speechless.

After a moment's silence, Alan asked, "How many gold coins are left in the castle? How much food is there?"

In the past, Alan was not only young, but also still studying in the capital, so he didn't know much about the situation in the Wild Boar Territory. After the previous Wild Boar Baron passed away, he was completely in the dark about the situation in the territory.

In order to gain a foothold in the alien universe, Allen had to take over this barren territory.

"One thousand gold coins and eight thousand gallons of grain."

Frank looked very solemn, and then said, "Master, there are still six months before the wheat harvest next year. If we use it sparingly, it should be enough."

In the cold north, the growing cycle of wheat is extremely long, taking at least eight or nine months. It is sown in October and harvested in May. At this moment, the wheat in the fields is sprouting.

"Let's go and have a look!"

Half an hour later, Allen mounted his horse and, under the escort of Knight Sean Avery, patrolled the Wild Boar Territory.

The heavy sound of horse hooves awakened the lonely autumn. Alan looked at the low wooden houses and hunchbacked serfs on both sides of the street, and his heart was heavy.

The more backward the place, the more serfs there are and the fewer free people. In the entire wild boar territory, most of the people are serfs of the Habsburg family, who usually tend the crops in the fields.

When war breaks out, serfs are also cannon fodder and consumables.

The cold north wind blew across the gap in the Andes Mountains and across the entire north. Alan tightened his clothes and sniffed the stench coming from his nose, and his mood suddenly became not so good.

Unlike the highly civilized Daqian Immortal Palace, this place is very backward. Many people urinate and defecate everywhere, so that the ground is covered with feces.

“Feces is the source of disease.”

Covering his nose, Alan said seriously, "Starting tomorrow, no one is allowed to urinate or defecate anywhere."

"Master, this."

Frank, the butler who followed closely behind, felt very embarrassed when he heard this.

Brandishing the whip in his hand, Allen said without question: "Every village and every street must build a toilet. If anyone dares to violate the rules, he will be whipped."

Change starts with small things.

"Yes, Master."

Under the personal command of the butler Frank, dozens of thin and thin serfs carried stones from ten miles away in the howling cold wind.

The boss just talks and the subordinates work hard, that's what they say.

Speeding along the dirty streets, Alan and his companions quickly fled from here. A quarter of an hour later, the entire field of vision was filled with messy bushes, endless weeds, etc.

"Master, there are goblins and goblins in the wild from time to time, and even ferocious animals. Be careful!"

Looking around with hawk-like eyes, Sean Avery gripped the sword tightly in his right hand, ready to strike at any time.

Allen is the only remaining descendant of the Habsburgs. His life and death is related to the survival of the Wild Boar Territory. Avery, who adheres to the seven virtues of chivalry, can't persuade him and can only try his best to eliminate all threats.

"With you here, I feel relieved!"

Alan got off his horse and grabbed the black soil on the ground, almost squeezing out oil. Then he drew his sword and dug deep. The soil was three feet deep and was all black soil.

The long-term accumulation of organic matter from dead branches and leaves and plant roots forms a thick layer of humus, which evolves into a fertile black soil layer year after year.

"It's a pity not to cultivate such fertile land into good farmland."

Clapping his hands, Alan looked at the boundless north land, his mind wandering.

Black soil is one of the most fertile lands in the world. Fertile soil means a bumper harvest of grain and can feed a larger population.

Sean Avery warned seriously: "Master, even if this is true, it is not advisable to cultivate too much land in the North. The most urgent task is for you to break through the knight as soon as possible."

"Ok, I know."

Nodding, Alan knew what he meant without saying it.

My neighbor stores grain and I store guns. My neighbor is my granary. With the strength of the Habsburgs, they cannot defend such a huge foundation unless Allen breaks through the Golden Knights.

"Let's go and see how the wheat seedlings are growing."

Patrolling the lush farmlands along the river and looking at the sparse wheat seedlings, Alan thought of Daqian's developed agriculture. Comparing the two, one was like heaven and earth, the other was incomparable.

Is it any wonder that the North is so vast and sparsely populated?

With such backward agricultural technology, it is estimated that only four units can be harvested for every unit of wheat seeds sown.

A good crop depends on manure. Thinking of the toilet under construction, Alan had something to worry about. (End of this chapter)