In order to ensure the survival of the bitter water rose in the early stage, Chi Sui followed the instructions given by Lu Xinyi step by step.
What does it feel like to plow the soil with thousands of women?
If Chi Sui were to answer, it would be: Anyone who has truly farmed will say that it is not hard!
My palms were rubbed raw from using the hoe. If I weren't in such a strong physical condition now, they would have been infected long ago.
My waist hurts a lot when I go to bed at night because I'm always bent over.
What's more, in this western region, the temperature is very high during the day, and people can be dried into fish just by working in the fields for a while.
But when Chi Sui saw the girls younger than himself working in the fields, as well as some elderly grandmothers, he no longer had the desire to just walk away and let them do it on their own.
A month later, the bitter water roses began to take root. Perhaps because of the special organic fertilizer brought from the castle, these roses were not killed.
In short, all the hard work is worth it.
In the evening, when it was time for the women to go home for dinner, they had to pull their ox carts to the nearby river to ensure the irrigation of the rose fields due to the lack of water resources.
Domestic water supply in the western region is relatively good. There are about seven wells in a village, so people don’t have to go too far for food, clothing and other daily necessities.
But because the rose orchard is in the middle of several towns, although it is possible to carry well water, it is not realistic.
So everyone had to go to the Moro River to fetch water.
Chi Sui worked with these women every day, and gradually realized that it was not that people in some places did not want to farm, but that due to various environmental factors, it was very difficult to grow anything.
Moro River.
As the sun sets in the evening, women tiredly draw water from the river and then put it on the ox cart.
Chi Sui squatted by the river and filled the carriage he was responsible for with ten buckets of water. Then he climbed onto the carriage and called the women to go back together.
The long convoy headed towards the rose fields. On the left was the Moro River, which nurtured life in the western region, and on the right was the vast desert.
Chi Sui lowered his eyes and drove the unicorn, but a feeling of sadness arose in his heart.
In a magical world without high technology, even if magic existed, it could not be used to help the lower-class people.
The magicians in this world are only concentrated in developed areas and in the hands of royal rulers.
As night fell, the moonlight was bright and clear. Chi Sui took out his thick coat from the horse's back and put it on with ease.
After putting the water for tomorrow's irrigation in the temporary warehouse in the rose field, the women who had been busy all day returned home in groups of three or five.
The women were very motivated because Chi Sui said that before the roses were ripe and sold, all the women who came to work would receive a wage of 35 copper coins per person per day.
It's not that Chi Sui is stingy and only gives this little. Chi Sui has his own considerations. On the one hand, the daily wages for laborers in the western region are not high. If he rashly raises the salary, it will disrupt the local employment balance.
On the other hand, all the working women in the western region add up to at least 5,000 people, which is a very large number. Even if each person gets 35 copper coins a day, it will be a huge sum in the long run.
Chi Sui left the western region in the second month after arriving there.
At that time, under Chi Sui's personal work and supervision, 60% of the rose seedlings had fully survived, and then Chi Sui chose to leave.
Ole sends knights to deliver the women's wages every month, and now there are several women in the western region who are responsible for growing roses and can take charge.
Everything is moving in the right direction in the West.
When Chi Sui left, people lined the ten-mile-long street to see him off, and the women who usually worked with Chi Sui cried bitterly.
In the carriage, Chi Sui looked at the women who were seeing him off along the way, smiled, and murmured, "I hope that when I come back, the roses will be in full bloom here."
Long Xi, who was standing beside him, rarely slept. He looked at the people along the way who were truly reluctant to leave, and suddenly said, "You are amazing."
Chi Sui turned around. Two months of hard work had made her darker and thinner, but her eyes and teeth were still astonishingly bright. "What?"
Long Xi rubbed the quick-acting heart pills in his hand: "I said you are very powerful."
"Don't you see? There's a faint power of faith in them."
Chi Sui was completely stunned: "Faith...power?"
Long Xi nodded and threw a few quick-acting heart pills into his mouth. The bitter taste made him frown uncomfortably: "The power of faith..."
He thought for a moment, not knowing how to explain it, and simply said, "The power of faith is hard to come by. In the world I was in before, the more power of faith you gained, the easier it was to become a god."
"But aren't your people originally gods?"
Chi Sui is more interested in this.
The corners of Long Xi's mouth curled up, and he seemed to be in a good mood when he mentioned this matter: "Well, it was originally the words of God. The power of faith has little effect on us. Whether there is such a thing or not, we are all gods."
"But for humans or other species that haven't yet achieved godhood, if the power of faith accumulates to a certain level, they can become infinitely close to the gods after death."
Chi Sui narrowed his eyes: "What about Eric?"
Long Xi sneered: "He and his 100-man knight group used my blood to gain power that surpassed the limits of humankind."
"He used this power to rule other human nations besides the two great empires, thereby gaining the worship of many humans and accepting their offerings."
"In this world without gods, no matter how high a person or creature's prestige is, they cannot absorb the power of faith and cannot become gods."
Chi Sui pursed his lips and said, "Eric has been drinking your blood for a long time. Has it changed his physique? This allows him to absorb the power of people's faith, so he is now..."
Long Xi lowered his eyes and nodded.
The atmosphere began to become a little depressing.
Suddenly, Chi Sui approached.
"Longlong, I also drank your blood. Can I absorb the power of faith that belongs to me?"
Long Xi raised his eyes and met Chi Sui's eyes.
Those were a pair of bright and clear eyes.
"yes."
Long Xi replied.
"But you haven't drunk enough blood."
"I only drank a little, and I can't fully absorb the power of faith."
He raised his hand and showed his wrist: "Drink."
Chi Sui was a little surprised.
She hadn't expected this outcome.
Long Xi's expression was calm, as if he was willing to let her drink his blood.
His frankness made Chi Sui feel a little sad.
"Silly dragon."
Chi Sui helped him pull up his sleeve to cover his wrist.
"I can't bear to see you get hurt."
Chi Sui chuckled.
Long Xi felt as if his head exploded.
Boom boom boom
His heart was beating fast and all the blood in his body was rushing to his eyes.
Long Xi realized something. He suddenly pulled up the pillow, fell back, lay on the couch, and buried his head in the pillow.
Chi Sui looked at Long Xi who suddenly fell asleep in an instant, subconsciously slowed down his breathing, and leaned against the wall of the car and closed his eyes.
After hugging the carrot pillow, Long Xi's eyes turned red and her lips were tightly pursed.
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