Chapter 323: Forever lose the vote of the Dwarves

Anthony originally wanted to set up the Elves because he knew the Elves had some war reserves, including Elf beans enough for hundreds of thousands of people to eat for a month.

Of course, it is impossible for the Elves to contribute the Elf beans, but Anthony wanted to use Elf beans as a breakthrough point to get a batch of miscellaneous grains from the Elves. You don't sell me Elf beans, you can always sell some plant tubers and dried fruits.

Especially a kind of big tree called powder palm. After cutting it open, the tree core inside can be eaten directly. After drying, it can be pressed into powder and can be used as flour.

As for the wild vegetables and tender buds all over the mountains after the rain, the Elves can't finish eating them at all. Mobilizing manpower to collect them can feed many people. The Elves' utilization rate of the forest is shockingly low.

If the Elves can't spare manpower, Anthony is very willing to send hundreds of thousands of people into the forest to do it themselves.

Grain is a rigid demand. At this time, only the Elves have surplus grain.

Taking advantage of Gela De not saying that name, Anthony hurriedly interrupted and said: "Your Majesty the Empress, according to your description, it should be those Abyss wanderers in the desert. Many of the fallen people I accommodated ran back from there. They have long since bought out the grain of the Abyss wanderers. If you are referring to them, I am afraid they can't take out any grain."

The reason why Anthony pushed the matter of buying grain to the fallen people was mainly to prevent Guli Anni from settling accounts after the autumn. He, the dignified Archbishop of the Eastern Diocese and acting Pope of the Holy Church, absolutely cannot have any involvement with Abyss heretics. This is a red line.

Even if he is not held accountable today because of the situation, if there are any problems later, the enemy will repeatedly seize this stain to attack him, which is very annoying.

As for pushing it to the fallen people, it is much safer. The cause of the fallen people is very clear, and the responsibility lies entirely with Xia Mala. My accommodation of these people is compassion and friendship, forgiveness and kindness. No matter how you pull it, it is meritorious and not faulty.

It's hard for him. He thought of such a perfect excuse in a flash. He is worthy of being an old god stick who has mixed for thousands of years.

It's hard for him. Gela De was a little confused when interrupted. Of course, she was talking about Ang because of the small sapling and the Tree of Life. The Elves have always been very concerned about Ang's situation and know that they planted another batch of soilless rice in Dragonfall Lake.

Whether it is saltwater rice or soilless rice, it is beyond the understanding of the Elves. Kailandai Er has applied several times, wanting to serve the small sapling, but recently the Elves have had a big change, plus Ang has never responded to her request, so she didn't go.

What kind of mind is Kailandai Er, would Gela De not know? Serving the small sapling is of course sincere, but more is to study those saltwater rice and soilless rice. For Druids, these things have fatal temptation.

Kailandai Er believes more that these things must be cultivated by the small sapling. Only the God of Life has the ability to change the habits of species.

Ang, who owns a Tree of Life, should have grain. Although it is absurd for the Light Church to buy grain from a group of Abyss wanderers, Gela De is very willing to act as an intermediary, not making money or even losing a little money, as long as she can be close to the small sapling.

Unexpectedly, Anthony actually told her that the grain of the Abyss wanderers was bought out?

Then what to do? Gela De said regretfully: "So it has been bought out? That's a pity." The Elves lost an opportunity to get close to Ang.

How can this work? You lost an opportunity to get close, but people will die on my side. Anthony said urgently: "No, Your Majesty the Empress, you have a way, please sell me some Elf beans."

Gela De frowned and said: "Anthony, Elf beans are our Elves' life-saving reserves. Your request is too much."

Elf beans are war reserves, not life-saving reserves, but the Elves prepare for war, for whom? The Elves are just upright, not stupid. Gela De still has this emotional intelligence.

"Then sell me some miscellaneous grains, tubers and dried fruits, whatever, as long as it can be eaten." Anthony said along the trend.

"Tubers? We don't eat those things, how can we sell them to you? Harvesting is too hard. As for powder palm, this is a tree, can it be eaten? No, no, it takes decades for a tree to grow, can't sell it to you." Gela De responded.

Anyway, the teleportation array meeting can't see the expression, and Anthony is too lazy to manage his expression, his eyes are about to roll to the sky. Look, what kind of words are these?

'Those things don't eat' 'Harvesting is too hard' is purely because they have never been hungry. Wait until they are hungry, see if she eats or not. The beautiful Empress Gela De squatting on the ridge and gnawing on tubers and beet leaves must be very good-looking.

"I can send people to harvest, powder palm, Your Majesty the Empress, you haven't eaten it, right? That is fast-growing wood, it can grow in three years, and trees under three years are delicious. After that, they are old, and the powder inside hardens. It's almost the same to use it to weave ropes. People can't bite it." Anthony said.

Gela De didn't respond for a while. It is estimated that she went to find someone to understand the situation. After more than ten seconds, she responded sullenly: "You are more familiar with the forest than our Elves? We have planted powder palm, sell you some, about 10,000 cubic meters."

"Not enough, Your Majesty the Empress, the grain output rate of powder palm is less than 50%. Can 10,000 cubic meters produce 3,000 tons of grain? More are plant tubers. That thing grows in a large area. Find a suitable place to dig, it must be full of it. If you feel that harvesting is inconvenient, I can send people to dig."

Anthony said while muttering in his heart: Why am I more familiar than you? Because my main god has a Godhead of Planting and a Tree of Life, and I grow land myself.

Gela De was silent for a while, and said in a deep voice: "The forest is not our Elves' forest. There are many species that reproduce and live with us. I can't dig a piece of land and sell the things there to you, nor can I let you enter the forest."

Anthony had long expected this would happen, so he said: "Since the forest is not your Elves' forest, why can't we enter? We go in to dig some wild vegetables and tubers, can't we?"

"No." Gela De said.

"Then you sell me some more grain." Anthony said shamelessly.

When an old god stick like Anthony plays shamelessly, a little girl like Gela De who is two hundred years old is very difficult to handle. After a while, she was forced to sell tens of thousands of tons of miscellaneous grains.

After arguing for a while, the Dwarf God of War who had been silent suddenly asked: "Anthony, is the Western Diocese your territory?"

"No." Anthony was stunned by the question.

"Then why are you working so hard?" The Dwarf God of War asked.

"Oh, people are going to die. Regardless of whether it is my territory or not, save people first." Anthony said.

The Dwarf God of War fell silent.

How could Anthony let him be silent? He hurriedly said: "Lord Copper Hammer, sell me some grain?"

"We don't have enough to eat ourselves." The Dwarf God of War Copper Hammer responded with a muffled voice.

"Of course enough, you just drink less wine. I know you have several times the daily ration of brewing wine reserves. Sell it to me." Anthony said.

"You think beautifully!" Even across the teleportation array, you could hear Copper Hammer blowing his beard and staring, jumping off the chair to hit your knee.

The idea of buying brewing grain hit the Dwarves' vital point. Dwarves can not eat, but they cannot not drink. Every year, the grain they use for brewing wine is several times their ration.

"You drink less, you drink wine-dregs nose and fatty liver, drink less for beauty, sell me some." Anthony said.

Under the pestering, Copper Hammer was forcibly forced to sell 20,000 tons of grain.

Now no one dared to speak. If you speak, you have to sell grain. After a silence, Dai Sen took the opportunity to reiterate the previous resolution: expel the Abyss wanderers.

"At the last meeting, Her Majesty the Empress did not attend. The voting result was three to three, temporarily shelved. Now that Her Majesty the Empress is here, I request a re-vote." Dai Sen said.

If the last expulsion of Abyss wanderers was for selfish interests, then this time Dai Sen was really anxious. The Western Diocese is really short of grain, and those people who escaped from the Flying Dragon Knight Regiment all said one situation without exception: the shore of Dragonfall Lake is full of rice.

If these Abyss wanderers can be expelled and Dragonfall Lake occupied, at least part of the grain gap can be alleviated.

As for Anthony's previous words that he bought out the grain of the Abyss wanderers, just listen to it. You Anthony forced the Elf Empress and Dwarf God of War to sell grain, and still want them to support you? Dai Sen thought secretly.

Dai Sen and Guli Anni are not in the same place. Dai Sen couldn't discuss it with Guli Anni in advance. As soon as his words came out, Guli Anni on the other side changed color immediately and cursed in a low voice: "Idiot."

Deity Deity Diluni, who had been silent as a quail, heard this and finally surfaced, coughing lightly: "Archbishop Dai Sen requests a resolution: expel Abyss wanderers, re-vote, now start."

After finishing, he stopped squeaking, slipping so fast that Anthony couldn't catch the words.

But this can't blame Deity Deity Diluni. The Star Republic only has hundreds of thousands of people. Even if they don't eat a meal, they can't squeeze out much grain. And as the chairman of the safety meeting, it is not justified to not bleed a little. The best way is to hide well and not let Anthony see.

Another one who hid better is Bulusike, who hasn't said a word until now.

After voting, everyone hurriedly dispersed. Dai Sen looked at the two-to-five voting result, his face dull. The resolution was rejected, but there were still three votes last time. Why were there only two votes this time?

"Idiot, you think Copper Hammer's words to Anthony were scolding him for being nosy? No, he was scolding you. It is clearly your territory, why don't you, the main owner, speak, but let Anthony worry? Because you don't care about human life, idiot. In the future, we may all lose this vote from the Dwarves." Guli Anni reconnected the teleportation array and scolded him with a bloody head.

"Ah?"

Anthony happily received tens of thousands of tons of grain from the Elves and Dwarves. Although the quantity was not large, it could last for a few more days. Being able to last one more day is precious, because the harvest season will be here soon.

Ang's hand bones floated back and forth on a plot of land in the No. 2 farm, watering and fertilizing the brand-new variety of beets.

Because of the climate, the farmland outside either passed the sowing season or was full. Only the two farms in the Rest Palace remained. Because it was a barrier, the climate was slightly different, so things could continue to be planted.

So this became Ang's last happy place.

Unfortunately, the two farms added up to only more than 6,000 mu. He didn't dare to plant things with a long growth period, so he had to plant some fast-growing new varieties, such as fast-growing beets.

After long-term iteration and optimization, the growth rate of beets has been optimized to be a bit scary. When beets are mature and there is sufficient light, a crop of leaves can be harvested in five days, and leaves can be harvested throughout the entire planting cycle.

Tauren love to eat beets. Now beet leaves have become the staple food of Tauren, and the Pale Sea plane is planting them on a large scale.

However, beets don't just have leaves to eat. Their more delicious part is the root stem, with super high sweetness. Not only can they be eaten raw, but they can also be used to extract sugar and brew wine. So the problem comes, do you want leaves or root stems?

"Tauren eat leaves, Lu Se eats root stems. Picking leaves makes the root stems easy to powder, not picking leaves makes the root stems grow too long. So you are now trying to cultivate a new variety that can continuously harvest leaves and the root stems will not powder?" Negris asked.

Following Ang, Negris felt that his planting knowledge had risen in a straight line, and various professional terms were at his fingertips.

Ang nodded.

"Even if there are hundreds more Lu Se, they can't eat more than Tauren. What about the root stems harvested from those leaf beets before?" Negris asked.

Ang pointed to a pile of soil in the distance.

For the previous beet varieties, if the leaves were harvested during the growth period, the root stems would become wrinkled and very unpalatable, but throwing them away would be a waste. Ang buried them all in the soil, preparing to feed them to insects.

However, now He Mo Er is not even able to eat the rice seedlings and water algae. With the larger and larger planting area, in the foreseeable future, He Mo Er's speed of eating things will be far behind the output of crops. These wrinkled beet roots may never be used.

"Why not use them to brew wine? I heard that Dwarves like to drink. We brew wine and sell it to the Dwarves, and then exchange it for the grain in their hands." Negris suggested.

This is the same as what Anthony thought.

Ang nodded, dug out the beet roots, purified the dirt on them with the purification technique, and threw them into the purified bucket messily, filling it with holy water.

It must be said that Ang has an innate advantage in brewing wine. At least no one can compare with him in sterilization. If the brewing process is not clean, the wine material may not ferment, but stink.

Randomly took a bottle of wine that Dwarves like to drink, mixed it with beet roots, and then pointed his finger on it.

Under the Instant Death Aura, yeast bacteria decomposed the sugar in the beet roots rapidly and proliferated in large quantities. After reaching a certain amount, Ang poured the wine with a large amount of yeast bacteria into the bucket and sealed it for fermentation.

Ang started to get busy, and the two banshees, Dora and Domi, also started their routine performance. The song of the deceased floated in the air of the Rest Palace.

The singing soothes the soul, inspires the spirit, can make the soul more focused, and there is a little background music, so it won't be too boring when busy, so Ang didn't stop it.

Usually they sing like this, but today they just sang for a while, and a strange voice sounded impatiently: "What kind of ghost thing are you singing, ghost crying and wolf howling, still not letting people sleep!"

Ang and Negris tightened their souls in unison. Who is it?! This is the Rest Palace. ===== CHAPTER 324 =====