Wearing black silk for a foreign woman

"Of course not." Linde chuckled and shook his head. "No matter how good something is, you'll get tired of it if you eat too much. You should only try a little."

Looking at Lind's expression, Efit frowned inwardly. As an experienced bartender, Efit knew the reactions of the guests very well.

In Effit's opinion, Lind's reaction was indeed satisfactory, but not the most satisfactory. Lind had tasted better drinks before.

When he thought of this, Aifit became dissatisfied. When it came to drinks, Aifit pursued perfection.

"Master, what's your favorite drink?" Efit asked curiously.

"Me?" Linde looked nostalgic. "I like drinking Coke the most."

"Coke?" Efit was stunned by the unfamiliar word he had never heard of before.

"You haven't heard of it?" Linde smiled. "It's normal that you haven't heard of it. You can't possibly know it."

"Master, may I ask, what is that drink called Coke?" Efit asked.

"Coke~" Linde crossed one leg, looking nostalgic.

In this world, it is impossible to reproduce Coca-Cola for the time being. First of all, many of the various plant flavor oils in the raw materials are temporarily unavailable, and food extracts such as vanilla essence cannot be produced. Last but not least, there is no way to add carbonation.

Is Coke without gas still Coke?

Since I was free anyway, I might as well kill time. Lind described Coke to Efit, and Efit smiled on the surface, but he was already Spartan in his heart.

Black!? Vanilla flavor!? Bubbly!? What the hell is going on here!!

If it weren't for Lind's sincere look, Efit would have thought that Lind was making fun of him, but if what Lind said was true, then...

Does this kind of drink really exist in the world!? A delicious drink that even the god you believe in doesn't know about!?

"Oh, right." Speaking of adding gas, Lind suddenly thought of something. "Although it's impossible to make Coke, but... sparkling wine, do you know?"

Efit shook his head blankly.

"Add sugar and yeast to the fermented wine, seal it in a well-sealed container such as a glass bottle, and let the wine ferment again, and you can make bubbly wine." Lind smiled. "You can give it a try, you won't be disappointed."

Efit nodded, not quite understanding, and decided to give it a try according to Lind's method.

As for the cola mentioned by Lind, Effit also plans to try to reproduce it. Black, sugary, vanilla, and carbonated, these are the keywords that Effit captured from Lind's story.

It turns out that even if you don't drink, a place like a pub is a place where people can relax. In addition to alcohol, there are many other ways to relax in a pub, such as the beautiful female bartender.

Linde was very happy and relaxed chatting with Efit, who could always listen to Linde without showing any impatience.

After chatting for a while, Linde said goodbye to Efit. There was still a lot of work to do in the camp, and it was not time to rest. Before leaving, Linde asked Efit about the production and distillation and purification.

Rather than drinking it directly, Lind pays more attention to the other effects of alcohol.

After Lind left, the smile on Efit's face finally disappeared. She silently put away the wine glasses and various tools, while constantly thinking in her heart.

"Drinks with bubbles and cola..." Efit muttered to himself. "What a difficult task."

Chapter 179 Celebrating the Harvest

A celebration was held in the camp on the day Lind returned.

Although it was called a celebration, the scale was actually very small. After all, there was a lack of everything in the camp, including supplies and personnel, and there were not many facilities in the camp. However, a celebration was still held to celebrate the joy of the harvest.

It has been more than two months since the fall of Dundalk, and more than a month since the new camp was established. During this month, the surviving immigrants and the newly joined beastmen, under the leadership of Lady Ilufa and Linde, successfully stabilized their foothold and re-established a foothold.

That being said, without a stable supply of food, the camp is doomed to not be able to develop in the long run. Having always relied on unstable hunting and the support of other new beastmen to supplement food, the residents in the camp are still full of confusion about the future.

As the saying goes, if you have no food, you will be anxious. Without enough food, even the ignorant serfs will be confused about the future. Therefore, after the first batch of crops was harvested, almost everyone in the camp had a heartfelt smile on their faces.

Finally there is food and the future is guaranteed.

After more than a month of busy work, the serfs had accumulated a lot of pressure, and they needed to let off some steam. Therefore, although the harvested grain was not abundant, Ilufa still agreed to hold a celebration of the harvest. Moreover, as a noble, Ilufa was also very interested in the celebrations of the common people.

The most important part of the celebration is undoubtedly eating.

The common people used the crops they had just harvested to make a lot of food for everyone to enjoy, and Efit finally took out the fine wine he brewed for the serfs to enjoy. Under the influence of alcohol, the atmosphere of the celebration reached its peak.

"Wow~" Katie sat at the edge of the open space in the camp, holding a large wooden cup filled with clear wine. "This thing called wine is really delicious!"

"Sister, Linde said that you can't drink too much of this stuff. If you drink too much, you will feel dizzy and vomit. Anyway, you will feel very uncomfortable." Kitama reminded Katie as she sat next to her.

"Don't worry, I'll only drink fifty glasses." Katie waved her hand to show that she knew, then raised the glass and swallowed the wine in it in gulps.

Seeing his sister drinking heavily in various ways, Kitama shook his head helplessly, and then looked at the civilians celebrating in the distance.

Due to the lack of supplies, the celebration was a makeshift one, even more so than a makeshift one. There were no performances, no bards, only a few bonfires and some simple games without complicated props.

Kitama had never seen many of those games. After all, the new beastmen and humans were not of the same race, so their living habits were quite different.

Due to her personality, Kitama did not participate in these games too much. She was more interested in food than games. Rye bread, bean porridge, some vegetable salads, and grilled meat were basically all the dishes for this celebration.

Kitama felt that these foods, whether eaten before or not, were still quite fresh. After all, there were significant differences between the eating habits of the new beastmen and humans.

Since the new beastmen can eat grass directly and make grass cakes, they did not create something like bread.

In the crowd, Schnee was having a lot of fun. This cute animal-eared girl who was originally very shy, after a period of getting along, has become familiar with the environment here and has become one with the civilians. Since there were no children in the camp except Linde, Elisa and Efit, the little Schnee with white fur and animal ears was naturally loved by the entire camp.

After being reserved at first, the new beastmen were soon infected by the atmosphere and joined in the celebration. The sense of distance between humans and the new beastmen that had always existed also disappeared during this celebration.

Even the Sisters of War, after feeling the enthusiasm of the people, put down their heavy scriptures and joined in. The fate of the Sisters of War finally made the new beastmen, who were one-sided in the game, feel threatened.

"Aren't you two going to play?" At this time, Thrall, the shaman of the former Bloodhoof Tribe, came to the Tauren sisters.

"Grandpa Sal." The two sisters nodded to Sal. "No, we won't go. If we go, we'll be bullying."

This is the truth. Many of the games in the celebration are about strength, such as tug of war. Forget about the other new beastmen, but Niu is just bullying.

In terms of strength, even the War Nun is no match for the Niu Xin Beastman.

Sal shrugged, smiled awkwardly, then sat with the two sisters and watched others have fun.

"Where's Lind?" After looking for a while, Sal asked casually.

"There it is." Kitama immediately pointed out Lind's location.

Kitama must have been keeping an eye on Lind to find him so quickly, Sal thought.

"What is he doing?" Sal looked in the direction and saw that Lind did not join the fun. Instead, he sat there alone, holding a cup in his hand, drinking from it intermittently, looking like he was worried about something.

"I don't know." Katie continued. "After talking to the farmer from Jafarmur, he has been like that ever since. He won't go if someone invites him."

"What did he say to Famur?" Thrall asked curiously.

The Niu sisters shook their heads in unison.

"They talked about the issue of food harvest." At this moment, the fox new beastman Fran, still dressed in tight nun clothes, walked over with her waist twisted. The fox's way of walking made Fran's body stir up waves.

"Hello, Sister Fran." Kitama greeted Fran. "Aren't you going to play games?"

"No, I can't stand the looks from those battle nuns." Fran found a place to sit down, and in order to avoid her clothes being torn, Fran sat down very carefully. "I'm the only fox in the whole camp, so I'd better come to you to kill time."

As the only fox beastman in the camp, Fran is a little lonely.

"What did Lind talk about with the farmer?" Chitama asked curiously after Fran sat down. Lind looked so worried, and Chitama wanted to ask if he could help.

"It's about the grain yield." Fran spread her hands. "Linde asked the farmer about the grain yield, and after learning that he could harvest about 80 kilograms of grain per acre, he became angry."

"Eighty kilograms per acre?" Chitama thought for a moment. "What's wrong with that? Does Linde think it's too little?"

"It seems so." Fran shrugged. "He should be thinking about the food problem now."

Chapter 180: Harvest

The New Beastmen are not familiar with agriculture. After all, the food requirements of the New Beastmen are different from those of humans. As half-human and half-beast beings, the New Beastmen can obtain food directly from nature just like their prototype animals.

The needs for food are different, and the number of new beastmen is not that large. The new beastmen on Aiwozhen Island have not yet figured out the agricultural technology points, so they have no clear concept of producing 80 kilograms of food per acre.

The staple food here is various kinds of wheat, including wheat, rye, barley and oats. Eighty kilograms of wheat per mu sounds like a lot, but whether it is a lot or not, including Kitama, the new beastmen have no idea.

However, Fran, who happened to pass by and heard the conversation between Linde and the farmers, could see that Linde was not satisfied with the output.

Lind felt it was too little.

Kitama was powerless to solve this problem. As a new beastman who knew nothing about agriculture, the most he could do was to put in a little more effort in farming.

In fact, the new beastmen did play a very important role in the farming process. Whether it was clearing land, plowing or turning the soil, the physical strength and power advantages of the new beastmen greatly accelerated the speed of planting.

"The strength of Miss Kitama and Miss Katie is equivalent to that of ten oxen!" These are the words of Farmer Famur, who is responsible for reclaiming farmland.

Animal power plays a huge role in agriculture. The existence of the new beastmen has enabled the camp to obtain huge animal power without any livestock.

"Our Son of God feels that the grain production is too low." Fran crossed her arms, making her chest stand out even more, as if it would pop out at any time. "He is thinking about how to increase production."

"Does the Son of God even know about farming?" Thrall said in surprise.

As the oldest beastman in the camp... let's rule out a fox who claims to be 97 years old. As the oldest beastman in the camp, Thrall has the most life experience. Although the different living environments make many experiences not directly applicable, some things can still be shared.

For example, as a twelve-year-old boy, Lind knew a lot.

In Thrall's opinion, Lind didn't look like a 12-year-old boy at all. It wasn't that Lind was precocious. Compared with his extraordinary number of skills, precocity was the least noticeable thing.

He can give some advice on almost everything, and the key is that those opinions are not blind advice, but are really useful. He claims to be a knight's squire, so it's natural that he can fight, but where does his extremely professional medical skills come from?

He glanced at the scar on Katie's chest. It was left in the battle with the Blood God Bull not long after Katie and Linde met. From the scar, it can be seen that the wound is extremely large, and when there was no magician present, Linde used needle and thread to pull Katie back from the brink of death.

In addition to this, during the construction of the camp, through various details, Thrall judged that Lind's main education should be medicine. Then the question arises again, which knight's education is based on medicine, the Hospital Knights?

Such advanced medical skills are definitely not something a twelve-year-old boy can master.

The Son of God knows so much.

"Where did the Son of God learn so much knowledge?" Thrall's eyes were deep. "Was it a gift from God?"

"Impossible, I was a Chaos believer before." After saying this, which made the corners of the mouths of the others twitch, Fran immediately shook her head to deny it. "Maybe the Son of God thought of it himself?"

Fran knew what Thrall was saying. Linde had so much knowledge, could it be that he had gotten it from the strange god? However, Fran denied this statement, as she knew very well that Linde was not a believer of the strange god.

But as Fran said, Lind is indeed thinking about the issue of food production.

When he just came back, Linde had no time to take care of agricultural matters because he had too many things to do. However, before leaving, Linde calculated the time and found that the first batch of grain would be harvested during the time he was away from the camp.

Since it was his first planting, there were too many uncertainties, and Linde was a little nervous until the harvest. Even though the Earth Mother Goddess repeatedly assured Linde that with her divine blessing, the harvest would definitely be fine.

It was not until the harvest that Linde finally let go of his worries. Ilufa told Linde that it was a good harvest and could meet the food needs of the entire camp for half a year. Since the boss said so, Linde did not ask any more questions until the celebration dinner in the evening.

When Linde learned from the "Minister of Agriculture" Famur that, excluding the grain left for seeds, the staple food yield was about 80 kilograms per mu, Linde's heart was relieved again.

Damn! Eighty kilograms per acre! This is called a good harvest! ?

In response to Lind's question, Famur explained in confusion that in the past, the normal yield was only about 45 kilograms per acre, and 80 kilograms per acre was definitely a good harvest.

Linde fell into deep thought about this result.

Although I don't understand agriculture, I have seen and eaten it. The staple food grown here is wheat. As far as I remember, in the world before I traveled through time, the yield of wheat per mu could reach several hundred kilograms.

I can't remember the exact number, but there is definitely a difference of orders of magnitude.

Why is there such a big difference?

He asked Mother Earth about his doubts directly. When Mother Earth heard Linde say that wheat yields hundreds of kilograms per mu or even more, Mother Earth's first reaction was that Linde was sick and his fever had confused his brain.

I vaguely remember that, not taking into account other staple foods, such as rice, the world before the crossing seemed to have increased the yield of wheat to more than a thousand kilograms per mu...

Worse still, Linde had confirmed with the Earth Mother that although her magic could greatly shorten the growth cycle of food and slightly increase food production, it also consumed a lot of soil fertility. Although it only took a month to mature, like normal crops, it still needed to be left fallow regularly to maintain soil fertility.

With the current population size of the camp, the current grain production is still sufficient, but as the population continues to grow, especially if industrialization is desired in the future, the per-acre grain yield must be increased, and it must be increased significantly.

As Lind was worried, the harvest celebration ended. Due to the lack of lighting, the celebration ended as soon as it got dark.

Back in the tent, ready to sleep, Lind's stomach growled. Because he was too absorbed in his thoughts, he didn't eat much for dinner.

"Linde, aren't you full?" Hearing Linde's stomach growling, Qitama asked with concern.

Linde nodded, stood up and prepared to drink some milk and eat some grass cakes to fill his stomach, then he saw Kitama opening the milk lid.

Chapter 181 You heretic!

For some things, once it happens for the first time, there will be a second time, a third time, and even countless times. At first, you will feel that it is not good or appropriate, but as it happens many times and over time, you will get used to it.