In May, tropical migratory birds stop migrating to the north, nest and live in the mountains and forests of the lake area, singing and flying happily.

The singing of the birds spread outside the forest, and tens of thousands of Prepeca farmers are busy in the fields. They used stone and wood Leisi to cultivate and sow corn seeds. And on the best field in the village, the plow operated by the two of them can be vaguely seen, plowing the soil slowly and vigorously. In the Kingdom of the Lake, metal agricultural tools are expensive and limited, and they are kept by the village priests uniformly, and they are preferentially used for the cultivation of fertile land by the river.

On the bank of the river, a series of newly built canals lead the flowing water, slowly infiltrating the nearby farmland. A handful of small, human-powered overturned carts stand by the river. A few young men were sweating, facing the scorching sun, stepping on and overturning the car in rotation, pumping precious river water into the ditch. Water is the foundation of agriculture and the key to harvest! Providing sufficient water sources during the growth of crops can effectively guarantee a year's harvest.

In the field near the village, some thatched sheds are scattered here and there. There are two poles in the grass shed, and several vats filled with salt water. Farmers can come here to drink a few sips of cool well water with salt when they are busy farming. As for why salt is added to the water? That is naturally because "salt is a gift from the Lord God, which gives vitality to believers under the scorching sun."

Under the big tree in the corner outside the village, there are several large pits with good drainage. As soon as Fang approached, a strong smell hit his nostrils, making people shy away. This is a "composting" place in the village, which was dug out under the strict requirements of the priests. From the perspective of the villagers, this is probably a strange altar. In the big pit are the daily excrement of the villagers, rotten vegetable leaves and peels, river mud salvaged from the lake, and some autumn dead leaves and hay, and the top is covered with a shallow layer of soil.

The villagers didn't understand the principle, but as part of the religious ceremony, they regularly piled up the "vitality" requested by the main **** here, waiting for the divine power of the main **** to come. According to last year's experience, these "vitality" will ferment for several months, and become some kind of "fertilizer" under the power of God. And when the corn starts to joint at the end of June, the "fertilizer" will be put into the field to supplement the key "vitality" of the crop.

During the spring plowing last year, the villagers were skeptical, followed the guidance of the priest of the main god, and spread the fertilizer in some fields. As a result, the yield increased by nearly 30%! The villagers really saw the power of the Lord God, and since then, their beliefs have suddenly become much more pious. This year, special guards were arranged at the composting place to prevent people from neighboring villages from stealing. Because the compost in the village is always very limited, it can only be applied to the best fields.

It is worth mentioning that in this era, the economic basis of the various ministries in the world is mainly tribal communes under collective public ownership. The headmen and priests hold the most important right to speak and directly connect with the kingdom. The land in the village is still cultivated collectively, and the harvest is distributed uniformly. Generally speaking, the village is the smallest unit of tribute, not the household of the Celestial Dynasty.

Since the collapse of the ancient Teotihuacan Empire, the world has been in war for thousands of years! The various ministries fight every year, and human sacrifices continue. The development of the Stone Age reached its peak, and social productivity stagnated for a long time. The tribute is heavy and the corvee is frequent. The great aristocrats occupied most of the wealth and land, and lived a good life, and the priests developed herbal medicine to treat diseases. It was not uncommon to live to the age of fifty or sixty. However, the average life expectancy of the vast majority of people at the bottom is only in their twenties. Many people have lost their fathers and mothers since childhood, and have no wives or children in their lives. The unit of the family can't last long at all, and group parenting is the most common situation.

At this moment, Xiu Luote is leading two hundred guards to inspect the spring plowing in a village near Hekou County. First, under the guidance of the village chief, he inspected the village's main **** altar, stone brick barn, stone treadmill, and compost pit, expressing his satisfaction. Afterwards, he listened to the reports of the village priests, learned about the spread of the belief in the main god, the progress of this year's spring plowing, and the popularity of new farm tools, and praised them verbally.

Next, the king summoned the captain of the militia in the village, watched the training of the militia, and asked about the surrounding bandits. The bandits around have disappeared, but a few turkeys have been lost in the village recently, suspected to be the work of the newly moved dog descendants. Hearing this news, the king frowned slightly, secretly remembering it in his heart.

In the end, the king looked at the simple thatched huts of the common people, rejected the village chief's request to hold a banquet, and led the guards away directly.

The king walked out of the village and stood by the vast field, looking at the dark clouds in the sky. The seeds of spring plowing have just been sown, and the precious spring rain is about to fall. The corn will germinate quickly, giving hope for a full season.

"Your Highness, it will rain soon. Do you want to go back to the village just now, avoid the rain for a while, and have a meal?"

Berthard waited for a while, looked at the dark clouds that were getting closer, and asked.

"No, let's go back to the Estuary Fortress."

Shulot shook his head. It has only been two years since Hekou County settled down from the chaos of war. The village in front of me has just recovered a little vitality, and the huts of the farmers are still dilapidated. If the guards of two hundred people eat a meal of finely ground grains, the whole village can be poor.

"Bothard, do you know that I took a closer look at the village just now, and then asked the village chief and the priest."

The king looked calm, but there was some emotion in his words.

"There are more than 1,000 people in the village, and among the people over forty years old, there are only two people from the village head's family, and two priests!"

Bertard was silent. After a while, he whispered.

"Your Highness, during the Western Expedition, the Kingdom of Tarasco took away the rations of the villagers. The old and the weak basically starved to death. After all, the kingdom has not been established for a long time..."

"What about the alliance's villages? How many are over forty years old?"

The king sighed and continued to ask.

Bertard looked down and remained silent. He probably knows a number, but just saying it will only increase His Highness's troubles. After a while, he said quietly.

"Your Highness, all the ministries of the world are like this. In the eyes of the nobles of the world, commoners are like ants and dry wood. If they are too busy to work, they should die or burn them like firewood. Forty years old The peasants above are the old people, and they are the firewood. It is difficult to leave the old people in the village, and there is no need for useless firewood..."

The two were speechless for a while, and it didn't take too much realistic words to cause ripples in people's hearts. He didn't speak softly until the spring rain dripped down and wet the king's long hair.

"Berthard, I have always had an ideal."

"Your Highness, tell me, I'm listening."

"I hope that in the villages under my rule, not counting the babies who die young, one in ten people will live to the age of sixty."

Saying that, Shulot looked at the sky. In the distant oriental homeland, in the prosperous China at this time, there are about such a proportion of elderly people in ordinary inland villages. That was the richest and most civilized place in the world, at the end of the 15th century.

"One in ten people live to be sixty years old?..."

Bertard repeated softly, and couldn't help lowering his eyes. Not even in his wildest dreams had he thought so. The world has never seen such a prosperous age, only endless blood and fighting. Even in ancient myths, there are only heroes and gods, and there are never civilians.

After a long time, the warrior commander sighed and said in a deep voice.

"Your Highness, it's raining heavily, you should go back."

Xiu Luo nodded and said no more. Some things are more powerful not to be said than to be said. He calmed down his emotions and remembered the words of the militia captain.

"Botard, please arrange your itinerary. After the inspection of the surrounding villages is finished, I will go to the Guakili village to check."

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Bertard's eyes moved slightly. To inspect the village of the Guakili people, he needed to be prepared in advance.

"Your Highness, do you need to inform the two chiefs, Red Frog and Red Monkey?"

"Inform them, and bring Hei Lang with you."

"Follow your will, Your Highness!"

Shulot nodded slightly. He looked at the guard warrior standing silently in the rain, and he felt strength again in his heart.

"It's raining heavily, let's go. It's raining and raining, we're just on the road!"

"Your Highness, your journey is when the sun ascends to the top. When the sun is warm enough, weeds can grow luxuriantly!"

"Well, spring has arrived, and summer is not far away. Let's go~"

"Follow your will, my king~"

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