I was a lord farming, how did I become an emperor?

Chapter 177 It's not that it's resistant to cold, it's that it likes cold.

Chapter 177 It's not that it's resistant to cold, it's that it likes cold.
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Tucson's words left everyone puzzled, and they looked at each other in bewilderment.

Chris frowned.
"It seems I was wrong before."

Because he had previously discovered that the lizardmen were using human slaves to clear land, Chris assumed that the snow rabbit people were doing the same thing.

It now appears that things are far more complicated than he thought.

Kyle, the guide from the Dir tribe, stood to one side, his face filled with bewilderment.
Why did they bury those bodies?

Kyle pressed Tucson, "Are all those lizardman corpses?"

"No."

Tucson answered immediately.

"All kinds of corpses, some human, some with sheep heads and human bodies, some with bull heads and human bodies... alien races, and animals, in short, all kinds."

"They've noticed me, I need to fly away now!"

Tucson was startled and quickly steered the eagle away from that area.

Eagles hunt by searching for food, and if they keep circling in one place, they will definitely attract attention, especially if you get close to observe them.

Hearing Tucson's answer, Kyle frowned even more deeply.
"impossible……"

Kyle shook his head and said, "Don't they have enough food?"

“In a winter like this, those reptilians should be eating these corpses.”

Why was he buried here?

Kyle's words puzzled everyone even more.

Why do lizardmen bury their everyday food when they don't need to worry about rotting corpses and causing plagues in winter?

What's more important than eating?

Chris looked at Gunle, who shook his head.

It was Tucson, with red eyes, who spoke up.

"If we were savages, sacrifices would be more important than food."

"But sacrifices require an altar, and there's nothing here now."

Tucson paused, and as the eagle surveyed the area, he saw a new scene. He then said, "There's another place here without snow; it must be where the bodies were buried!"

"These lizardmen are definitely up to something big!"

Chris looked at Gunle: "Lord Gunle, what should we do now?"

Gonler said without hesitation, "No matter what, we can't let these lizardmen get away with this!"

Gunther grinned.
"Since they're burying bodies here, let's destroy this place and thwart their plans!"

"it is good!"

Chris nodded, then frowned slightly.
"But should we make our move now?"

Chris felt that he had been a bit rash in refuting Gunle, so he quickly explained, "Making a move now would alert these lizardmen, and the lord also instructed us to record the surrounding environment."

"Well, you're right."

Gunle pondered for a moment, then looked up and instructed, "Tussen, continue to monitor these people, investigate and record the surrounding environment, and also see if they have any other reinforcements."

"No problem, Lord Gunther."

Tucson readily agreed, describing the surrounding terrain as he scouted the area.

These don't need to be translated directly to Gunther and Chris; they can simply be recorded on the map by following the savage translator from Tucson.

Gunther and Chris looked at the map and worked together to figure out a more effective way to deal with the lizardmen.

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At noon on Black Pine Ridge, the sunlight shone brightly on the snow-covered northern wilderness.

Such good weather is extremely rare in the winter wilderness.

There was no biting cold wind, the sky was azure, and the warm sunshine made one want to drift off to sleep.

However, Rod didn't have time to enjoy himself under the eaves. He was standing on a hillside in the eastern part of Black Pine Ridge, squinting as he looked around, exhaling a faint white mist.

The agricultural workers were scattered on the east and west sides, trudging through the thick snow, marking the places that Rhodes had surveyed.

A young savage from the Eagle Feather tribe stood beside Rhodes, his eyes darting around, a hint of fear in them.

He hesitated for a long time, but couldn't help but plead in a low voice, "Great Lord, could you... could you please stop your pet from chasing my eagle..."

His voice trembled slightly, with a hint of pleading, and he lowered his head, not daring to look Rhodes in the eye.

"Ok?"

Rhodes looked away, then at the savage boy, and then at Us beside him.

After Us explained, Rhodes couldn't help but look up at the sky.

Frost and Thunder, one on the left and one on the right, were flapping their wings and chasing after the boy's eagle.

"Don't worry, Gala, they're not as fast as your eagle, they can't catch up."

Gala swallowed hard, forcing himself to continue, "They...they're chasing me too closely, my eagle can barely fly..."

After listening to Us's translation, Rhodes laughed and patted Gala on the shoulder.

"It's okay, don't be afraid!"

Rhodes comforted them, "I've already warned them. Frost and Thunder were just having fun playing around with your eagle."

He paused, then looked up at the sky again, his tone now more confident.

"If they really wanted to hunt, your eagle would have been in their stomachs long ago."

Gala forced a wry smile, but his eyes remained focused.

He looked up at the two enormous creatures in the sky, their scales gleaming with a metallic sheen, and couldn't help but sigh.

Frost and Thunder didn't actually use their full strength, but the oppressive aura made his eagle tremble with fear.

Gala can communicate with his eagle, so he can naturally sense the eagle's panic.

Seeing Gala's timid and hesitant demeanor, Rod couldn't bear to make things difficult for him any further.

Rhodes cleared his throat and shouted to the sky, "Frost! Thunder! Stop chasing!"

"You're scaring them like this on the very first meeting? That's enough!"

The two dragons seemed to understand the command, lazily flapping their wings and changing direction, flying off to the two sides respectively.

Gala breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this, and a hint of ease finally appeared on his face.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."

"fine."

Rhodes casually remarked, "Once it gets used to it, Frost and Thunder can continue playing with it!"

Us laughed immediately after hearing this.

After Us translated, Gala's smile froze. She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

Rod ignored Gala's little mood and turned to face the snow, his gaze becoming focused.

"Alright, forget about that and get back to work."

Rhodes' smile faded. "Gala, take your eagle and continue exploring ahead. See what kind of terrain lies beyond the mountain."

"Yes, Holy Lord."

Gala responded and immediately steered his eagle to continue flying eastward.

With eagles scouting ahead, it's definitely more convenient than relying solely on manpower to travel bit by bit.

Gala described it, while Us busied himself translating and taking notes.

Looking at the map, Rhodes not only planned out the locations of farmland but also marked the locations that could serve as watchtowers.

The best location for a watchtower is naturally at a high point, where it offers a wide field of vision and is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

"Let's go and take a look at the hill ahead."

Rhodes waved, mounted Night Fury, and rode straight ahead with Vivian.

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Over five days, Rod and dozens of people from the agricultural department braved the winter winds and thoroughly surveyed the land in the east.

Gala's eagles even ventured deep into the dense forests of the edge mountains, using shared vision to mark the locations of ravines, lakes, and caves on sheepskin maps.

After planning the new farmland, Rod was still busy.

He led his men to inspect each of the nearly barren old fields, especially those that had yielded a dismal harvest last year.

We'll discard all those with ratings close to 60 and leave them fallow.

Even with his "Crop Lord" title, a mu of land can barely yield two hundred jin of wheat at most.

Some weighed less than 200 pounds, and the grains were shriveled and inedible.

The fertilizer and seeds consumed are not as cost-effective as cultivating new land.

"That's enough, we should head back."

After inspecting the last plot of farmland, Rod, standing at the edge of the field, gave orders to the group.

After five consecutive days of outdoor work, his face was cracked and dry from the cold wind.

The others were in worse shape than Rod; their lips were chapped and their voices were hoarse.

In the winter wilderness, there is nothing but snow and wind, and the occasional sparrow gliding across the sky only makes it seem more desolate.

It gets boring after a while.

Only frost and thunder are willing to hover in the air against the wind, without getting tired.

After giving the orders, Rhodes and Vivian mounted their horses and prepared to lead the team back.

Just then, Otto suddenly ran over, clutching his pants, his face full of panic.
"My lord! Wheat! There's wheat!"

He was panting, his voice cracking with excitement.
"Blue wheat, no, winter wheat, no... anyway, there is wheat!"

Rod frowned, pulled on the reins, and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"What wheat?"

"Lost? Unharvested?"

Rod frowned as he listened to Orto's indistinct voice.

"Calm down and explain carefully."

"no no!"

Otto waved his hands repeatedly in denial, his face turning bright red, and he almost choked on his own saliva.

If any wheat is missed during the autumn harvest and not completely harvested, that would be a huge problem, enough to get him, the head of the agricultural department, whipped.

Otto coughed violently a few times and gasped for breath.
"I was peeing just now when I noticed a faint blue tinge in the snow next to me, so I parted the snow to take a look,"

Otto swallowed hard. "It's wheat seedlings!"

"Blue, wheat seedlings?"

Rod was stunned, his brows furrowing even more.

He nimbly dismounted and patted Otto on the shoulder.

"Take me to see it!"

"Yes, my lord!"

Otto nodded hurriedly and led Rod to the spot where he had just urinated.

Rod hadn't gone far when he saw the place Otto had pointed to—

In the middle of a vast expanse of white snow, there was a dark pit, as if it had been scalded by hot water.

As you walk closer, you can see that the edges of the snow are tinged with yellow.

Being a man, Rod understood; this was a latrine in winter. Of course, Rod wasn't paying attention to the latrine at that moment.

As his gaze swept across the area, Rod saw the snowdrift that had been dug out nearby.

There was clearly a tender seedling inside, its entire body a bluish-green color, shimmering faintly in the sunlight.

Rod's eyes lit up, and he strode forward.
"It really is a wheat seedling..."

Rod crouched down and couldn't help but reach out and gently touch the wheat seedling, feeling a cool sensation on his fingertips.

"Is this a mutated wheat variety?"

"But how could this happen..."

His thoughts raced as he pondered why this was happening.

The others stared at the tender seedling with curiosity, wanting to get closer, but were stopped by Ou Tuo.

"What are you looking at? Can you even understand this?"

Otto ordered without any politeness, "All of you, get out of here and don't disturb the lord's thoughts!"

The others grimaced at the sight, but had no choice but to obey the orders of the head of the agricultural department and obediently retreated.

After shooing the others away, Otto put on a smile and squatted down next to Mai Miao with Rod.

"I understand."

Soon, Rhodes understood everything.

The term "Livestock Lord" can not only cause livestock to mutate, but also affect crops, causing them to mutate as well.

During the autumn harvest, no matter how carefully you look, some wheat seeds will inevitably be left in the fields and in the haystacks at the edge of the fields.

These fallen wheat seeds, covered in hay and snow, will not freeze to death in the winter.

When spring arrives and flowers bloom, these wheat seeds often sprout from the soil.

This is why you often see wild wheat growing along the edges of fields and ditches where weeds grow rampant around farmland.

Of course, this probability is not high.

But it's not uncommon to see this even on plots of land exceeding a thousand acres.

The Rhodes Lord of Breeding entry affected this grain of wheat, causing it to mutate.

This blue wheat seedling sprouted in the winter snow.

Rod murmured, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

He stared at the wheat seedling, his thoughts racing.

"So this is a cold-resistant wheat plant?"

"No, it's not just about being cold-resistant!"

Rhodes couldn't help but laugh, and immediately made up his mind.
"This is a magical plant that thrives in cold weather!"

Otherwise, it would be impossible for it to sprout and grow in the dead of winter!

Rhodes' heart surged with emotion!

If this wheat seedling is indeed a cold-loving mutant, what does that mean?
That means planting in winter!

During the long, harsh winter in the northern wastelands, while other lords could only stay indoors and wait for spring, Rhodes was able to keep the land producing food!

With his own crop lord abilities, this mutated wheat variety can double the yield!

In a few years... wait!
Rhodes suddenly realized something, but couldn't quite grasp the key point!
"calm!"

Rod scolded himself, taking frequent deep breaths to calm himself down!

Yes, where did the wheat seeds come from?

It grew from wheat that sprouted and grew in winter!
That means that only cold-loving mutant wheat varieties planted in this weather can grow!

So, can we rely on this method to cultivate large quantities of cold-loving wheat varieties?

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up, revealing an uncontrollable smile.

Even if I fail, all I'll get is a few bags of frozen grain.

Moreover, freezing wheat does not produce toxins or harmful components; it remains essentially a grain.

We can still cook porridge for the slaves then, so nothing will be wasted!

Once Rhodes is successfully bred...

That means that I won't even need a year to start farming in the winter.

"Don't get excited yet, the wheat may not bear fruit."

Rhodes reminded himself.

But then I thought, what if there's no result?
Extensive cultivation will eventually yield results.

Most importantly, this time, I discovered a method for targeted training.

Rod turned to look at Otto, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a hint of appreciation, "Well done!"

Otto had a big smile on his face.

"My luck is all thanks to you; it's mainly because you chose the right route."

Rod smiled, ignoring Otto's flattery.

Rhodes's gaze returned to the blue wheat seedling.

"Go, get a shovel, I'm going to dig it away."

"You're going to do it yourself?"

Otto volunteered, "Let me do it..."

Rhodes's face turned cold.
"Go get the shovel!"

"Ok."

Otto didn't dare to say anything and quickly ran back to the crowd, handing the shovel to Rod.

Rod bent down and carefully drew a circle about the size of a football around the wheat seedlings, then dug up all the soil around them.

"Go, bring the leather bag over here."

"right away!"

This time, Otto didn't leave any marks, so I quickly brought out the leather bag.

This was originally meant to hold grain, but now Rhodes has filled it with wheat seedlings and soil.

"No one is allowed to speak of what happened today."

Rhodes's face turned cold, and he looked at the crowd and shouted an order.
“If I hear anything outside about this stalk of wheat today, I will cut out the tongues of all of you!”

Rhodes's fierce aura swept out, instantly causing everyone to lower their heads.

"Yes, my lord!"

Everyone responded in unison, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

After saying that, Rod smiled and put his arm around Otto's shoulder, "I'll reward you when we get back."

"Thank you, Lord!" Otto's face immediately lit up with joy.

"Let's go back to town!"

Rhodes mounted his horse and headed straight for Frostleaf Town.

Upon returning to the manor, before even entering the house, Rhodes immediately called Lawrence to his side.
"Gather fifty men and demolish all the houses around the manor!"

"what?"

Lawrence was stunned for a moment.

What triggered the lord to want to demolish the house upon his return?

"Did you hear that?"

Rhodes urged.

"Yes, sir!"

Lawrence quickly responded.

"Also, tear down the foundations; I want to keep the land for farming."

"It needs to be done quickly, within three days!"

Lawrence nodded quickly, "Okay, I understand!"

"Also, send me fifty reliable slaves to plow the land and cultivate it tomorrow!"

After Rhodes finished speaking, Lawrence was completely stunned.

"Farming?"

Lawrence looked at Rhodes in disbelief. "Sir, even peeing outside freezes now. Are you going to farm?"

"Lawrence, do you believe me?"

“Of course, sir, you are absolutely right!” Lawrence replied loudly.

"Very good, then go and make the arrangements. You'll understand later!"

Rhodes commanded with a serious expression.

Rhodes cannot wait.

The key question is how long it takes for this cold-loving wheat to mature, and whether it can withstand the heat.

Sow now, and it will be ready for spring planting in May or June.

Back then, the northern wilderness wasn't considered hot; it was only warm.

It will be very cold if it rains next time.

But by July and August, it will be the hot summer.

Seeing Rhodes' expression, Lawrence immediately understood.

They must have discovered something incredible on this trip!

Lawrence glanced at the Auto, but didn't ask any further questions.
"no problem!"

Lawrence immediately ran out, his chubby body swaying rapidly from side to side with each step.

Rod then turned his gaze to Otto.
"Go and prepare the farm tools for me now."

"Also, send some of the people from today's group to other farmlands to find the wheat seedlings we saw today!"

"No matter what color it is, as long as it's a tender wheat seedling, dig it all up, soil and all!"

"Find one stalk, and you'll be rewarded with fifty kilograms of rye!"

Otto had a vague idea of the wheat seedlings' purpose, and his face lit up with joy.
"Don't worry, my lord, I'll find it for you if it's in the land!"

"Go!"

"okay!"

Otto immediately turned around and ran away!

Rod carefully held the bag of wheat seedlings.

Fearing the wheat stalk wouldn't withstand the heat, Rhodes didn't even enter the hall, issuing the orders from outside.

"Congratulations, Your Excellency."

Vivian put her hands on her chest and said with a smile, "You've discovered something incredible this time."

Vivian has a good aristocratic upbringing.

She knew very well just how important this thing was in the Northern Wastes.

The heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed) solved the cold problem, and this would turn the vast northern wilderness into a granary.

"You can tell your sister and make her happy too."

Rod was in a good mood, staring at the tender seedling in his hand.
"However, wheat is just the beginning."