Then, the kobold dragged a bag of fertilizer aside, took out a shovel for fertilizing, and poured a shovelful of solid fertilizer around the base of the plant.
The mold for the shovel was designed after extensive measurements. When filled, it provides enough for one crop for three days, so it doesn't require much precise handling.
Of course, due to preservation reasons, the ashes were not very fresh and had a strong smell, similar to wood ash, but with some differences. It was truly a torment for the cat-people and dog-headed people with their keen sense of smell to do the work.
However, it is comforting that the weekly salary is quite generous and can be paid in advance, which alleviates the urgent needs of these low-income people.
After Titan City was largely destroyed by the demons, the common people were almost bankrupt and had to start all over again. Under the cabinet's coordination, everything was rebuilt, and the employment problem was solved in the process.
"Hehe, let's leave such troublesome things to them. I'm sure they'll be happy to take on the task."
The cat-man patted the dog-headed man on the shoulder, smiled slyly, and pointed to the hardworking hamsters over there.
"For the sake of the city lord, dig and dig and dig!"
"Work hard and you'll rise above the rest!"
"We've finished this job, but there's still a huge pile over there. Let's go, brothers!"
The hamster engineering team, wearing safety helmets, are skilled at digging holes, prying open the plastic film, turning over the soil and fertilizing, making the soil loose and maintaining air circulation.
After resolving the sewer problem, he was entrusted by his superiors to be sent to various planting areas to help.
"Smack!"
"What are you two doing?! Get to work!"
A whip lashed across the cat-man's back, accompanied by a furious roar. The two cunning orcs snapped to attention and immediately began fertilizing diligently.
"Hmph, it's those lazybones again. When the forest is big, all kinds of birds come. Are the people at the registration office blind?"
A city management officer in charge of the planting area reprimanded the two lazy good-for-nothings. He wrapped his cotton coat tighter, sweat beading on his forehead, and complained.
The registry office was responsible for issuing tasks, such as logging timber, transporting stones, and cleaning streets. It was the place where the cabinet assigned jobs to everyone.
With the city's finances in operation and the wealth plundered from the expedition into the wilderness, the cabinet doubled the weekly wages for workers, which boosted everyone's work enthusiasm.
However, some people are hard to change, and coupled with the mixed nature of the industry, some fields have been infiltrated by lazy and cunning individuals who enjoy the fruits of others' labor.
Moreover, what's rather awkward is that this is a newly built planting area in the cemetery. You have to endure the horrified, fearful, and disgusted looks of outsiders to give the dead a bite of green vegetables, the kind that could scare a child to tears.
However, the harvest in the planting area is related to future performance. This requires recording agricultural product data and sending it to everyone in the cabinet for review. Even the city lord has to review it personally, so he cannot afford to be careless.
After all, the captain is now the city lord, but as his former subordinate, I can't let him down!
"Huff!"
A cold wind, carrying ice flowers, descended silently, drifting down onto the greenhouse built of wood, nails, and curtains, while horse-drawn carts transporting fertilizer stopped to one side.
"Hurry up and get to work, there's a queue at the Southern Manor!"
"The driver of the carriage called out. He was wrapped in a cotton coat that he had registered and received from the warehouse, with a wool overcoat over it, and he was feeling warm and cozy."
"Yes, yes, sir."
The curtain was drawn back, and warm air blew out, releasing a hazy mist. The obsequious dog-headed man and his companions had already carried down a pile of fertilizer to fertilize the crops inside.
With an abundant labor force and the assistance of magical tools, the planting area developed rapidly, and almost 70% of the ideal appearance was restored according to the higher-ups' vision.
Although many seeds were killed at the beginning due to preconceived notions, that's okay. Experience and hard work are gained through failures, and only in this way can we catch that little bitch of success...
Therefore, it is still possible to enjoy a bite of green vegetables in the dead of winter.
It is worth mentioning that, due to the widespread availability of magical equipment and the impact of new ideas, almost all five continents have the technology to harvest food all year round. However, in the North, due to geographical isolation, the technology of growing vegetables in winter is in the hands of the priests of the god of harvest. If it is a farmer in an ordinary lord's household, without the conditions to use magic to assist, he will normally cultivate once a year. After all, winter is too long, the temperature fluctuates greatly, and the farm tools are simple, making it unsuitable for intensive cultivation.
Therefore, priests were once the object of flattery and sycophancy by minor lords, and also the most envied profession by farmers.
However, a large portion of those who became priests were farmers with abundant land. Because of the god of harvest, farmers had a certain probability of being selected to advance to the rank of priests, which was used to alleviate class conflict.
In the teachings of Arthas, the god of harvest, priests who couldn't grow vegetables were all dragged out, chopped up, and fed to pigs.
"It's so warm. If I could take a big gulp of strong liquor, it would feel as good as slitting my throat. That would be awesome."
The delivery driver looked around, a small bottle of hot liquor hidden in his pocket. He bit off the cork, smelled the strong aroma of the liquor, first bowed respectfully to the city lord's mansion, and then secretly took a small sip.
The strong liquor went down my throat, rolled into my internal organs, and brought a surge of warm heat, which felt especially refreshing in this cold and windy weather.
The cotton-padded coat was made from a wintering resource produced by a magical plant collected by the Earl, while the sheep wool was a specialty of Viscount Cornis. However, both the former and the latter were reduced to ashes in the raging fire and turned into fertilizer, their value squeezed out completely.
At Khrushchev's suggestion, several mages set up a magic circle to purify the vengeful spirits hidden in the ashes for three days and three nights, and then used the purifiers to fertilize the crops, so that everyone could feel a little better.
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