Wasteland Lord: Starting from Thirty Days to Live

"When the disaster struck thirteen years ago, my wife and daughter were not spared."

"Ethan resented this a lot, thinking it was because I didn't do my best, so our relationship has been bad ever since, and he never mentions our relationship in front of outsiders."

"However, he is my wife's brother after all. Before she died, my wife entrusted me with taking care of him, so no matter what kind of person he is, I am responsible for him."

Edmund briefly explained the relationship between the two, and Vittorio had no idea that there was such a hidden story between them.

Ethan is out of immediate danger, but remains unconscious.

The two handed him over to Eileen and the others who were in charge of treatment, and left Ethan's room, talking as they walked.

"The current situation is that the enemy has surfaced. They are brutal and cunning. We need to act quickly, otherwise they will certainly cause even greater destruction."

"But before we engage her in a real fight, I need to assess her. Assess her true strength. In the meantime, you'll be in charge of the entire camp's defense, and make sure nothing like this happens again."

Vittorio quickly considered his next plan.

Edmund secured the camp first, while Vittorio began the simulation.

However, there are still some things to take care of before the simulation.

First, I visited old Martin.

When I met old Martin, he was outside the castle, covered in ash. The once handsome old man was now filthy, his face covered in mud and ash.

After these farmers joined the camp, Vittorio quickly implemented a policy that allowed the migrants to participate in the camp's work, with points awarded based on the difficulty, intensity, and duration of their tasks, and food distributed according to their points.

This avoids situations where migrants join the camp but eat for free, and it also reduces the resistance of the indigenous people, helping these migrants to better integrate into the camp.

Clearly, old Martin has now chosen to help with the construction of the castle.

Upon learning that it was Vittorio who had come to see him, he brushed the dust off his clothes with embarrassment and bowed respectfully.

"My lord, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Mr. Martin, I heard that you were very active and excellent at the castle restoration site, and gave the bricklayers a lot of advice."

Old Martin did not take credit and remained very humble.

"Now that I've joined River Bend Fortress, I'm part of this place, so of course I should do my best."

Vittorio continued, following his lead.

"Do your best? But I think you still have a lot of potential."

"Ah, I don't know what abilities I have that have caught the lord's eye. Please tell me what you wish me to do."

Old Martin, as expected of a former tavern owner and a man of the streets, spoke in a way that was both pleasant and soothing to the ear.

"I heard you used to be a tavern owner and have brewing skills, that's why I'm looking for you."

"Does Your Lordship wish me to brew wine? Sure, but there's one difficult thing I must tell you beforehand: brewing wine requires a huge amount of grain, and the process is quite lengthy; it's not a simple matter."

"Could you explain in detail? You don't need to stand here; you can talk as you walk."

Old Martin bowed respectfully, washed the dirt off his hands, and then, together with Vittorio, began explaining the winemaking process as they walked around the castle.

"Take ale as an example. This is the most common and cheapest type of liquor. You can use oats, rye, or wheat, but barley is the best choice."

"Generally speaking, 5 to 10 kilograms of barley can be used to brew 100 liters of alcohol."

"This process involves a series of steps, including selection, cleaning and soaking, smoking, saccharification, boiling, and fermentation, and takes at least a month."

Vittorio pondered along with Old Martin's words.

If you remove the husk and impurities from 5 to 10 kilograms of barley, you will have about 4 to 8 kilograms left.

If made into bread, it would be enough for an adult male to eat for a week. If made into a slightly thinner barley porridge, it would last for 10 to 15 days. It can also be used to brew 100 liters of ale.

100 liters is roughly equivalent to the liquid capacity of a wine barrel that is about 1 meter high and about 70 centimeters in diameter.

Actually, when you calculate it this way, it's not that little.

This business is really profitable.

Vittorio had a better idea of ​​what to do, so he asked old Martin if he had enough equipment and if they could start making wine after the harvest.

Old Martin finally understood why Vittorio had come to see him today.

"My lord, brewing is a family tradition. The most precious thing I brought from Zhakou City is a barrel of yeast mud. As long as you provide me with grain and other equipment, I can start brewing at any time."

With Old Martin's words, things became much easier.

After reaching an agreement with Old Martin, all that was left was to wait for the food to arrive.

Having finished dealing with the brewing matter, Vittorio moved on to the next task.

Second, visit Arthur, the apprentice blacksmith.

When I met Arthur, he was helping out at the compost pit near the stable.

Now that more wasteland has been reclaimed, there are more kinds of vegetables to be planted, so Rem is always busy. Therefore, he has found many refugees who are willing to help him with composting.

However, there are relatively few homeless people willing to do this job, since not everyone can tolerate the smell of feces.

Because few people are willing to do it, composting is worth a lot of points. Arthur's willingness to do this shows that he is a hardworking person.

Arthur was much younger than Martin, looking to be only in his early twenties.

He was extremely apprehensive upon seeing Vittorio.

"My lord, good day. What brings you here?"

"Ah, Arthur, I've heard from others that you were once a blacksmith's apprentice, is that right?"

"Yes...yes, sir."

"Then I have a task for you, and I can assign you the highest possible points."

"What do I need to do, my lord?"

"I need you to continue being your blacksmith, but what you will forge is not weapons, not armor, and not farm tools, but a large round iron barrel."

Vittorio could almost see three question marks appearing on Arthur's forehead.

"It might seem very complicated to explain just by talking, so let me show you a diagram."

As Leo spoke, he pulled a piece of parchment from his sleeve, on which was drawn a simple diagram.

From Arthur's perspective, the diagram depicted a strange object with two wheels at the bottom and a large circular base on its rear. A circular outlet, like a chimney, was seamlessly connected to the top of the base.

During Arthur's brief apprenticeship as a blacksmith, he had never seen such a strange thing.

But if Arthur had knowledge of the other world, he would know that this strange thing had a resounding name in that world.

artillery!