The fire spread quickly, engulfing half the village in flames. However, the rampant laughter was gone. The thieves who slaughtered the village were burned to ashes, which were mixed with wood ash. This "artificial fertilizer" was a great supplement for the green vegetables.
As the saying goes, apply fertilizer sparingly and frequently. With a whole truckload of "natural" fertilizer, Xiao Han believed that his vegetable garden would have a bumper harvest in winter.
"Are we really going to use these as fertilizer in the planting area after we get back to the city?"
"That's what the little fox city lord did say, but why does it feel a bit creepy..."
A group of knights, carrying meager supplies such as wheat and dried meat, exchanged a few words as they passed a cartload of fertilizer. They couldn't understand the city lord's eccentric actions, but they also thought it was incredibly impressive.
The slight sound naturally reached Xiao Han's ears, whose five senses were keen. He stood beside the imperial carriage, nodded slightly, and sighed.
The majority of people in this world are ignorant and misunderstanding, so they naturally don't understand the benefits of growing vegetables with ashes. To explain why, we have to start with a middle school science teacher who also turned into a crazy vegetable-growing expert...
Besides, there were plenty of outrageous things that happened in my past life. There were always some idiots who went even further than this, dancing on graves, surfing on tombstones, having affairs in coffins, planting vegetables in cemeteries, making full use of the legacy left by their ancestors to come up with a series of creative schemes. It was so gratifying that everyone wanted to celebrate, and we wished we could throw out firecrackers and firecrackers to add to the festivities, making it feel like Chinese New Year, with the graves filled with a joyful atmosphere!
At this moment, he shook his head, clearing his mind of the bizarre image of "old people in graves eating some green vegetables." His handsome face, like jade, revealed a refined, easy-going, and timid expression, and he honed his skill of pretending to be a fox to eat a Tyrannosaurus Rex to perfection.
In this day and age, for professionals, in a battle between the strong, the most popular, safest, and most effective method is disguise combined with attack.
Don't ask about chivalry; war-torn Scandinavia doesn't practice that kind of thing...
Unless you follow the dueling pact of the Norse gods and give both sides some preparation time before starting the battle, the Norse gods' binding force can prevent the opponent from escaping and launching a surprise attack, which is one of the loopholes in the pact.
"grown ups."
Just as Xiao Han was secretly honing his increasingly bizarre facial expressions, Khrushchev walked over, his rough hands holding a handful of dark brown wheat, and then raising a bamboo bowl filled with wheat porridge. His face was pale, probably from vomiting a few mouthfuls.
"Hmm? Judging from your complexion, this stuff looks awful."
Xiao Han snapped out of his daze and made his prediction without hesitation.
“Indeed, Lord, this is the village’s daily food. There is very little arable land on the wasteland, and it is generally controlled by the great lords. Not to mention, without the aid of magic, this place is only suitable for growing inferior varieties of rye rice.”
Khrush sighed. Just when Xiao Han thought he would feel pity, the other man took a sip of wheat porridge, chewed it a few times, and then spat it out. After thinking for a moment, he couldn't help but curse, "There's a bit of fishy milk in it, but it still tastes awful. This is practically animal food."
You ate this greasy porridge? You're just criticizing yourself.
Are you rinsing your mouth? This porridge is probably enough to make you spit out all the bacteria in your mouth; it's even better than a toothbrush.
Xiao Han narrowed his eyes, thinking that the butler must have something important to say. Then, Khrushchev indeed began to talk about important matters.
The village was burned down, but the valuable items were the cooking utensils. The food consisted mostly of coarse grains such as rye porridge, cheese, and black bread. Carrots and other cold-resistant vegetables were growing on the scorched soil outside the village.
"These thieves are truly inhuman; they leave no way out for their opponents."
Xiao Han nodded slightly. He turned his head and saw the defiled young woman. Her clothes were torn to shreds, her exposed skin was covered in bruises, her eyes stared blankly at the sky, and a dagger was stuck in her chest. She was dead.
A young woman, contemplating suicide, used a dagger left behind by a thief to take her own life.
This is the norm in Scandinavia; the weak often have to pay the price for their weakness.
Of course, the grain and vegetables were supplies that Khrush reported to the little fox, but the most important thing was the intelligence provided by the bandit leader, who told the little fox everything about the lords of the wasteland.
In particular, the viscount who looked like a white pig readily revealed the division of power, the distribution of armed forces, the distribution of property, and so on, as if scattering beans. He even suggested using several ruthless methods to strangle the viscount. The betrayal was so depraved that Khrushchev almost thought the other party was one of his own.
However, the attack will be led by Blood Raven, and Xiao Han plans to let the wolf riders be trained by them.
Khrushchev was an expert in logistics, and once the wolves launched their surprise attack and seized the unfortunate viscount's property, a whole series of arrangements were made.
"Awoo~"
With the howl of a white wolf, the Fox King personally led his troops, the wolf pack charged, and chariots raced, rushing towards their distant destination from outside the burning village, guided by a bowing and scraping "guide."
Smoke billowed everywhere, rolling and sweeping across the land!
"Smack!"
The land where crops were grown was scorched black, but a makeshift grave mound had been erected there.
There was no name on the grave, only a dagger stuck in front of it. As the fire engulfed the entire village, the dagger emitted wisps of silver light.
A white silk scarf, partly stained with blood, hung on the grave. As the flames whipped up a strong wind, it danced gracefully, its movements captivating.
It's like offering a blessing to the wolf riders galloping across the distance...
The wolf is coming.
...
"Meow~"
The lively bleating of sheep drifted in through the window. On a large bed wrapped in a quilt, lay a man and two women. With alluring and seductive sounds, the obese viscount puffed out his beer belly and roughly stroked his lover's smooth, snowy back with his thick, fleshy hands, as boar-like as a wild boar.
"Viscount, you're so mean~ Don't touch me like that, it tickles~ Waaah~"
"Yeah~ the Viscount lifted my hair again, does it smell really good? Ugh, so naughty!"
"Meow~"
Outside the window, in a warm greenhouse, more than twenty snow sheep ate the tender grass preserved by magic and began their daily activities of leaping over the mountain goats.
Therefore, the bleating of the sheep did not wake the debauched couple; instead, it only excited them more.
"Slap! Slap!"
Suddenly, hurried footsteps came from the gate. A knight knocked lightly on the door, but the fear in his eyes could not be concealed.
In a flash, he used too much force and smashed the door open. He fell to the ground due to inertia. Just as he looked up, he saw the Viscount charging forward like a pig. He immediately rolled up and backed out the door.
"Ahhh~"
"Who is it?! Is that you, Jack? You've ruined my plans again?!"
With two maids screaming, Viscount Cornis roared, quickly changed into his noble casual clothes, picked up his sword, and was about to walk out.
The two maids had flushed faces, their sexy bodies wrapped in quilts, revealing only a hint of their allure.
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