Chapter 304: Commonly known as not believing in evil (Alliance leader adds extra chapter)

It's easy to say in Origin City, where the terrain is dangerous and there are natural barriers to block all outside eyes.

But it's not possible in Fertility City, some things can't be hidden.

Of course, exposure is exposure.

Now that the foundation is established, Roman doesn't care about these things.

These are just basic farming knowledge, and there is no harm in spreading this knowledge to the whole land.

This knowledge can really increase food production.

However, there is no power.

The people of this era are in a state of fear of new technologies.

Because the Church is curbing the development of civilization.

But for civilization, not progressing is equivalent to regressing.

The Church is conservative.

Roman is a radical.

This is why Roman regards the Church as a great enemy.

A religious organization that believes that the world is created by the gods and things are given by the gods cannot accept rational knowledge.

Every day, believers say "God of the Sun" to the sun. If you tell them that it is just a big fireball, they will either treat you as a madman or a fool, or send you to court for trial. The judge and the priests will unanimously find you guilty because you have blasphemed the God of the Sun.

Can we talk about some reason? I will do a scientific experiment for you.

People say that what I say is the truth of the gods, and science is witchcraft! Must be burned to death!

The whole society is in this state of ignorant thought.

So it is not possible to promote it directly. Even if it can be promoted, it will have to go through some twists and turns and take a long time to develop.

If the heavy plow and fertilizer technology can spread to the entire Black Iron Land within a few decades, it will be a win.

Roman can't wait that long.

He doesn't want to do something that is thankless.

We must cut the Gordian knot!

Talk about reason? Talk about science? Do you deserve to listen?

I'll punch you and you will know who is right and who is wrong.

Roman punched the Crusades, and Kant County became a city of abundance on the spot, and began to plow and plough.

It can be called a miracle in the development world!

Isn't this faster than reasoning with an idiot?

When it reaches a certain level, the idiot will take the initiative to reason with you.

For example, the idiot in front of him.

Sir Damon's face was inexplicably excited: "Lord Roman, are you telling the truth?"

'Believe it if you want, or get out if you don't! ' Roman wanted to say this.

But he is a quality boxer, and Damon has no grudges against him, so there is no need to be so aggressive.

"I'm not kidding you." He said.

Of course Damon believed it.

The development trajectory of Roman Litter Armor has long been studied by major forces.

What everyone wonders most is how he can afford so many troops.

The king needs an army to rule a large territory.

And the army needs to eat and burn money.

Let's not talk about burning money first, just talk about eating.

One hundred knights need 300 kilograms of food a day.

Everyone spreads the cost of one hundred knights to ten thousand low-level farmers.

This is the most ideal situation, because it is impossible for all of them to be farmers, there are other professions, so the number of people required is often greater.

Why are you playing it so exaggerated?

How can you afford to support all these people?

Now Damon understands.

If the grain output can be greatly increased...

If, if, it can be doubled.

That also means that the original land carrying capacity can be doubled, and the excess grain can be used to support more knights.

With this grain, what kind of army can't be supported?

Damon's heart was in turmoil. As a minister of the King of Black Iron, he was the most astute person in the Black Iron Kingdom, otherwise he couldn't sort out those complicated and cumbersome accounts.

He didn't know how to farm, but he knew how to calculate economic accounts.

The minister's throat was dry for some reason: "Lord Roman, can I ask how much it can increase grain production?"

Roman said seriously: "Using heavy plows can increase production by 50%, and using fertilizers can also increase production by 50%. Using both can double it...relatively speaking."

He was being conservative. The soil conditions and fertility of each place are different. It would be very complicated to talk about it in detail.

Generally speaking, 60 kilograms per mu is the norm. If the skills are used properly, it is not an exaggeration to increase the yield per mu to more than 100 kilograms.

"I want to tell your majesty about this, I must tell your majesty!" The minister said solemnly.

"Then go ahead." Roman said.

He didn't count on anyone. A waste who doesn't even understand farming, forced reform, once an accident occurs, it will only backfire and make everything a mess.

"No, no, no, you have to go to see your majesty with me."

"Are you kidding!" Roman's face turned cold.

A basin of cold water poured down, Damon calmed down a little, "But you have to give me a specific farming step... I mean your method."

Roman looked at him for a moment and nodded: "I will give you a document."

The Black Iron Law does not stipulate that nobles should obey the Black Iron King.

Roman gives face, he is a king, if not, he is nothing.

The king collects taxes, the nobles pay taxes.

The king summons, the nobles send troops.

The nobles accepted the land conferred by the king, and they have done their best to do this. What else does the king want the nobles to do? At most, they can entertain the king's envoys.

They are equivalent to a "king" in their own territory.

I respect you, and you have to respect me.

This is the right that a noble should have.

If a vassal of the Split Armor family rebels, it is not the King of Black Iron who will suppress it, but the Grand Duke of Split Armor.

As long as the rebellious vassal fulfills his obligations to the King of Black Iron, the King of Black Iron will not care about the disputes between the rebellious vassal and the lord, as long as both forces swear allegiance to him.

The problem also arises here.

Strong winds know strong grass, and turbulent times know loyal ministers.

How does the king know whether the vassal is willing to send troops unless something happens?

When the Grand Duke of Split Armor went to war with the pirates, you didn't go, but you fought hard against the rebels.

Even on the surface, Roman and the King of Black Iron are both firm "anti-Vatican alliances", which seem to be a united front.

But this relationship is not stable, and the two need to form a closer alliance of interests.

Marrying each other is the most common political means on earth.

It is common, but Roman is uncommon.

He doesn't want to marry at all.

Men are idiots, women are idiots, bang bang, give him two punches, only he is invincible!

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Roman wrote all the details of the heavy plow drawings, manure fermentation, peat efficacy, etc. on parchment, and clearly stated the explanations such as adapting to local conditions.

Damon stayed here for a few days, carefully observed the steps beside the farmland, and looked at the farming textbooks given by Roman, and found that they were no different, and the instructions were more detailed.

But he bet that the king of the valley in front of him was not just advanced in farming technology.

At least he had never heard Roman talk about the source of those plate armors, and even if he sent spies, he would not get any results.

The army did not participate in the forging of Coal and Iron Town.

Even if everyone said that they had those plate armors, others would not really believe it unless they saw it with their own eyes.

Until now, the King of Black Iron was also half-believing and half-doubting, thinking that the Church was exaggerating a little.

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There is a boxer in the bush, and I was knocked down by one punch.JPG

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(I was punched) So that's what happened.JPG

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It is commonly known as not believing in evil.

You will never know the pain unless the iron fist falls on yourself.