"Brush your teeth!" Ma Yue picked up Wangcai and started brushing his teeth. This guy is a man-eater, so how can he not brush his teeth clean?
"Drink tea. You eat meat all day long. How can you digest it without tea?"
Wangcai looked at Ma Yue with resentment. The tea was not tasty and was bitter.
"bath!"
Wangcai ran away, unable to bear the torture from his master.
Ma Yue's Guards were expanded. Actual combat proved that a guard of fifty people was not very reliable, and a hundred people were necessary.
Okay! I'm the boss of the Sea Tribe, so I deserve special treatment, right? As a member of the exploiting class of the Sea Tribe, Ma Yue was accustomed to privilege.
There are still quite a few mid-level cultivators on Shenshan. Last time on Lingguo Island, four appeared at once. Let alone four, even if it was two, Ma Yue wouldn't be able to defeat them, right? A hundred guards, we have a lot of people! This way, we can feel more confident, right?
Ma Yue calculated that he had offended many sacred mountains, and his own safety should indeed be taken seriously.
"A charlatan."
"What is it?"
"News from Guishan Peninsula: It hasn't snowed there all winter." The one who came was Chunwu. Hong Lingyu was almost always in Chunwu's intelligence department, so he was naturally the first to get the news, and it was the most timely and detailed one.
"Is the Ghost Mountain Peninsula about to enter a dry season?" Ma Yue was very concerned about climate change and understood some basic common sense. Last year's intelligence details mentioned that the Ghost Mountain Peninsula had little rain and the crop yields were very low.
If there is no rain for crops, how can you rely on water to irrigate the land? Wouldn't that be exhausting?
Farmers almost all depend on the weather for their livelihood, and in recent years, there are not even canals, let alone irrigation.
The Hai tribe had lucked out. They hadn't been in this world for over a decade, and there hadn't been any droughts or floods. Everything was fine. If anything unexpected happened, the harvest would be affected.
Without snow in winter, the soil would be deficient. If there were no rain in spring and summer... according to Ma Yue's past life experience, farming would yield little (as the saying goes, auspicious snow heralds a good harvest). Ma Yue didn't understand climate change and was concerned about its impact.
The food harvested from farming now accounts for a considerable proportion of the Hai tribe’s food supply. Once the harvest from the farmland is gone, how will they survive?
"How's it going in Poseidon City?"
"There's nothing unusual at the moment. The number of snowfalls in winter is about the same as before, and last year's harvest was also normal." Since this is a major agricultural matter, Chunwu certainly attaches great importance to intelligence gathering in this area.
Ma Yue breathed a sigh of relief. Apart from this warm area, farming in Poseidon City was the second most important.
There is no winter in this warm area and the Lingguo Island branch, so it naturally doesn't snow.
Theoretically, Qiu Haicheng is further north, but Qiu Haicheng doesn't have much arable land, right? That's not right, about a thousand acres, not a small amount.
"Goddammit, the snow seems to have decreased in Qiuhai City, and the winter is particularly cold."
Isn't this nonsense? If Qiu Haicheng is completely unsuitable for farming, then only the mining industry will be left, and it will be even more difficult to support it.
Qiu Haicheng's problems weren't limited to the Hai Tribe. Almost all of the people working for Qiu Haicheng's copper mine were from other tribes. If the other tribes couldn't farm, they'd either have to migrate or raise their wages. They were mining for you, so you had to at least let them survive, right?
If we hire labor at high prices, the cost will be too high.
Currently, the laborers hired by Qiu Haicheng are basically there to help the tribe earn some extra money. Do you really expect to survive entirely by mining coal? Mining coal to earn some extra money, and farming and grazing for the tribe to earn some food, combined with the money, is the only way to survive.
"God, if Qiu Haicheng can't farm anymore, we'll have to increase the food rations there." The third priest frowned upon hearing this. The copper mine will definitely not be abandoned. No copper? The public of the Hai Tribe will suffer a loss of half the harvest. Copper is now a major pillar industry of the Hai Tribe.
"There are too many people who need to survive," Shuichong said. Who doesn't understand this basic principle? In other words, all those hired workers, including their families, have become members of the Sea Tribe. You have to feed them all, right? Otherwise, if they're starving to death with the food they earn, who's going to work for you?
The principle of the Sea Tribe is that the branch should ensure that it can farm as much as possible and be as self-sufficient as possible. The population of the branch should be roughly balanced with the harvest.
Of course, the fish, spirit stones, and spirit fruit trees on Lingguo Island are special! Special, and it took two years to reclaim more than 5,000 to 6,000 acres of arable land. In fact, Qiu Haicheng is also special because of the copper mountain.
"Charlatan, if it really doesn't work, we can trade southwards and make up for our food losses from the Red Tibetan tribe in the south," Shang Yin said.
"That's a solution, but, charlatan, are we selling copperware in bulk?" the Third Priest asked. This was a matter of principle. The Sea Tribe had only completed one large-scale transaction with the Ghost Fish King Tribe, for copper plowshares, and that was thanks to the copper ingots provided by the Ghost Fish King Tribe.
"If we sell copperware, we will have huge sales nearby. Many large tribes want our copper plowshares." Shuichong, as the captain of the navy, actually has to worry about everything.
"How about this, you guys go back and do the math, in addition to the copperware we need to stockpile, how many copper plowshares can we sell based on the current output." Ma Yue said, even if the cost of mining the copper mountain is high, they have to do it.
It seems like the mines in the previous life, where one person can support his family by working. We can't be too "Zhou Ba Pi", right?
"If the selling price is high, it can be higher. If we can't sell it because of the high price, we can just stockpile the copper ingots. The copper ore reserves in the copper mine are also limited. If we mine it all, what will we do in the future without the copper mine?" Ma Yue continued, "Shang Yin, remember this principle. No matter how high the price is, it's best not to sell it."
"The charlatan is right. No matter how many copper ingots there are, we are not worried. They are good things and will be useful at any time. At most, everyone can eat less. What if we still can't support the miners in the copper mine?" said the third priest.
"That's right. If our sea tribe expands in the future, there will be more arable land and we will need more copper plowshares. Why should we sell them to others? We should keep them all." Luo Bai finally spoke.
As for being hungry? Primitive people were used to it. In the sea tribe, you wouldn't starve to death if you ate less.
"Very good! With such a role, you can better lead the Sea Tribe forward." Ma Yue was very pleased. "If it really doesn't work, we can recruit those miners. The miners can stay there to mine, and the wives and children can be brought back to Haifan City. Damn it! We have a lot of large livestock here, so we can just reclaim some arable land."
"Hey! It's true. At least, there are still a few hundred large livestock. Originally, I thought of sending them to Poseidon City in the spring. If the population is large, even if there are more elderly and weak people, they can bring large livestock to plow the land, right?" The third priest became interested instantly. The proportion of people who can work in Haifan City is really small.
Forty percent of the population are children under the age of four or five. How can they work?
"Don't worry, charlatan, our copper plowshares are expensive. You can buy them if you want." Shang Yin promised with his chest down. "How can we lose out in business? What's the point of me being the Minister of Commerce then?"
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