From winter to spring, the scars left by the war on the earth have not yet faded, but people's lives have gone on as usual.

Melting snow, smooth roads, and the beginning of civil war in the kingdom, these factors created the best opportunity for migration and escape for the tribes and slaves under Ulster's control.

At night, looking down from a high altitude towards the forest, you can see the bright lights of the stars everywhere.

More and more barbarians, taking advantage of the darkness, escaped from their homes and came to the place of Frost Stone admiringly. Many of them just heard of the "Legend of the Demigods" before they came to seek refuge with their longing for freedom and tranquility.

However, with the rapid increase in population, the originally small basin has been completely unable to accommodate all the residents.

Due to the sufficient labor force, the camp began to construct large amounts of construction, a large number of forests were cut down, and the fertile land was reclaimed.

Equipment from the Holy Acropolis was continuously transported into the camp. Groups of barbarian warriors, under the training of "Reaper Knights", began to practice military formations and coordinated combat techniques. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

Everything is on track, except for one small problem.

Yes, little question...

"The wall in the room collapsed again for you!" Rachel looked at the big hole in the wall, crying without tears.

Todd smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I don't know why. Recently, as long as I fall asleep, I will be inexplicably touched by the state of evolution."

Deirdre gestured the size of the hole with his hands, nodded and said, "This time the hole is bigger than the last time."

Todd looked at his body and tried to evolve. As the monster's form expands, his body gradually occupies the entire first floor, but the change is still not over.

Hearing the harsh "wheezing" from the floor, Richel hurriedly said loudly: "Stop! Stop! If you get bigger, this building will collapse for you!"&1t;i>&1t ;/i>

Helpless Todd stopped the tyrant evolution and returned to human form.

Rachel looked at the solid wood floor full of fine cracks, and said distressedly to Todd: "What have you been doing recently? How come the evolved form is getting bigger and bigger?!"

Todd thought carefully, and thought of one thing: "Since that battle was over, I have been studying the tyrant virus. When I was in the laboratory, I more or less inhaled some of the virus in my body. Will it interact with this? related?"

"Then reduce the number of visits to the laboratory and try to avoid contact with the Tyrant Virus!" Rachel held down his temple with a headache: "You have also said that the virus is an unstable substance for organisms. It may lead to unpredictable consequences!"

Todd was a little embarrassed: "My experiment has now reached the point. In the battle last winter, I discovered a new kind of parasite-"spore". It grows in the belly of the beast and looks like A thick-skinned sphere that contains a substance similar to nitroglycerin. As long as it is stimulated by the outside world, it will..."&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Rachel did not have any scruples about Deirdre’s existence, and said in a strong tone: "Your Majesty! This is not the Kingdom of Muxi! You must restrain your personal interests! Look at the people outside, they come from multiple Different tribes have different interests and demands, and it is impossible for them to handle and coordinate affairs on their own like Twilight City. This camp seems to be growing, but in fact it is a pile of loose sand! The only person who can integrate and lead them is you!"

"You gave these people hope and their homeland, but the method of kingdom autonomy in the Western City of Twilight doesn't work here at all! If you don't manage these people, in the end, here will only end in infighting." Maybe Feeling that his tone was too harsh, Rachel took a long sigh of relief and slowed down: "These people are gathered by your side. What they value is your strength and fame. They need to find a better way to dominate them. The right path."

Todd sighed lightly: "I understand what you said, after winning the battle, I was indeed a little...relaxed."&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Richel glanced at Deirdre, who had a stiff expression beside him, and said viciously, "I sometimes worry if our conversation is leaked out..."

Seeing Deirdre's appearance that he was about to cry, Todd said helplessly: "We haven't discussed this for a long time, and Deirdre's doing this will not do her any good."

Richel gave Deirdre another deep gaze, and then he continued to say to Todd: "Agatha's fleet has arrived at the temporary port, and the latest batch of food supplies is unloading. But the camp's The population is increasing, and the amount of food transported can almost not keep up with the consumption."

Todd nodded: "I've thought about this issue. The transportation cost of the grains shipped from Twilight City is too high, and it can only be used for early emergency relief, not a long-term solution."

"Don't you want to put your idea on the surrounding tribes?" Rachel looked a little nervous: "I said in advance, although plundering the neighboring tribes can temporarily solve the food problem. But this kind of Doing so will completely destroy our long-established good reputation, quickly engage with other tribes, and even affect internal stability!"&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Todd smiled and gave her a "rest assured" look: "I really want to put my idea on the surrounding tribes and neighboring countries, but not by means of war, but by... trade."

"trading?!"

Richel and Deirdre shouted at the same time.

"You should know that Froststone Camp can't produce any decent specialties at all. How can we talk about trade..." Rachel said this, and suddenly a bright light flashed in his mind: "No, there were so many options that could be used to build camps. Address, why did you choose here?"

Todd took out some dry leaves of grass from his body and put them in front of Ritchell and Deirdre: "The reason why I chose this place as a campsite is because of this thing—tobacco leaves."

"The topography of the Froststone Camp is a basin, the surrounding area is higher, and the sun is better; the soil is a rare red soil in the northern region, rich in iron oxide; there is plenty of rainfall, and the soil has a strong water storage capacity. These three conditions have contributed to this place. Can produce the best tobacco leaves."&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Deirdre picked up a piece of tobacco and looked at it carefully: "I know this thing. The old people in the clan often chew it for refreshment. I tried it once and it was bitter and choking. Does anyone really exchange food for this? ?"

Todd crushed the dry tobacco leaves in his hands, put them in front of his nose and smelled them, and said: "Tobacco leaves cannot be used directly. They must go through a series of processes such as material selection, impurity removal, fermentation, milling, aromatization, and storage."

Rachel was a little big: "It sounds complicated, so what is the use of this thing called "tobacco"?"

"It's almost the same as alcohol. It's an expensive consumable." Todd recalled the countless nights he spent in the institute. He had to survive on cigarettes. Later, after he had a girlfriend, he finally gave up smoking again. NS.

"Due to technical problems, the finished tobacco products were not able to make high-level processed products such as hookah, dry tobacco, and cigarettes at the beginning. I can only think of a way to make snuff." Todd put his chin in his hand, thought for a while and said: "I We also need to make a batch of exquisite crystal snuff bottles temporarily by the Muxi Kingdom, which I will hand over to Huggins in the soul space..."&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Deirdre’s eyes flashed with admiration: "You know a lot..."

Todd was a little embarrassed: "I studied tobacco mosaic virus at the beginning, and I usually like to smoke a few cigarettes. So, I probably understand some of the history and technology of tobacco, but I didn't expect it to come in handy now."

Rachel first squinted the two of them, then looked at the humble blade of grass, and asked suspiciously, "How valuable is the snuff you mentioned, is it worth our effort to make?"

"value?"

Todd recalled the documents he had read. U U Reading www.uukａnshu.com

Snuff entered China in the late Qing Dynasty. At that time, a pot of good snuff in the capital market was priced from three hundred to eight hundred oceans. When converted into renminbi, it was between 90,000 and 240,000.

After doing some conversion in his mind, Todd gave Rachel an answer: "50 grams of good snuff is about 300 silver months."

When the latter heard this, his mouth opened slightly, and he was stunned.

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