"Alice, this is my autumn harvest plan."

In the living room, Alice sat behind the long table, with golden sunlight sprinkling from the window behind her, and her soft golden hair shining. In front of her, there were papyrus full of words, and Uncle Carrick sat opposite her.

However, Alice's attention was not on the papyrus. It was not that she didn't care about the autumn harvest, but because she felt that she had some wonderful changes in her body since she woke up in the morning. It seemed that there was a mysterious force lingering in her body, making her body lighter and her thinking clearer.

This may be the power of controlling knowledge given to her by the gods in her dreams, but she thought about it all morning and was still confused.

"Alice?" Carrick's body had almost recovered. He could walk by himself, and the ecchymns on his face and the swelling of his lips had basically subsided. He also took time to sort out his appearance, thick eyebrows and square face, wrinkles sharpened by wind and frost, his nose bridge was high and his eye sockets were deep, showing his previous heroic and steadyness.

"Oh, sorry." Alice came to her senses, and looked at the autumn harvest plan with apologies on her face. There were dozens of items listed on it, including the specific area of ​​grain fields, cotton fields, linen fields, grasslands, specific distribution of farmers, farm tools, livestock, and subsequent work arrangements for weeding, plowing, sowing, etc.

After looking at it for a while, Alice frowned: "Uncle Carrick, is there no other way? Do we have to give up most of the cotton fields? In this case, how should farmers deal with the cold winter?"

"Alice, I think it's like this, and there's nothing I can do about it." Carrick squeezed out a wry smile: "For farmers, wintering food is more important. Cotton picking and peeling is the most labor-intensive. Picking hard pods can usually make the peasant woman's hands drip. Of course, except for the silent Linda. But this is not the biggest difficulty. The biggest difficulty is to peel the cotton out of the pod and rely entirely on manual stripping. A skilled peasant woman can peel up at most a pound of cotton when she is busy on a busy day. We really don't have so many people."

In the dark Middle Ages, the demand for cotton was huge. However, picking cotton was also the most painful and tedious work, because the fibers of cotton were short and entangled with cotton seeds, making it difficult to peel off, and it took more labor than picking, making it a very expensive job.

Of course, cotton is much warmer and comfortable than linen, so the price is also very high. Only nobles can wear cotton clothes and cover cotton bedding.

"Alice, even in previous years, most of the cotton in the Blackstone collar had no time to pick and could only let it rot in the ground. Now, there is a serious shortage of manpower, and it is already difficult to harvest barley, rye, flax and winter livestock for the harvest."

Carrick sighed, giving up the cotton field was a last resort. In the cold winter, filling your stomach is much more important than resisting the cold. Even forage is more important than cotton, because it is necessary to feed livestock and horses.

"Uncle Carrick, this winter, it will snow heavily. I'm afraid the farmers can't stand it." Alice understands how hard the farmers' lives are. Relying on their simple farmhouses, they can't stop the biting cold wind. Their only way to keep warm is to set up a bonfire in the middle of the house, but it requires too much wood.

"I understand." Carrick frowned. This was the best plan he could make. Prioritize the supply of food. A small number of peasant women went to pick cotton and supply the demand for the castle: "This is destined to be a difficult winter. We can only pray that God is more kind and not snowing heavily."

Alice was silent for a long time. She had no choice but to sigh quietly: "Then follow this plan."

"Alice." Carrick looked at her depressed appearance and felt a little guilty: "Sorry, it's all my fault. If we bring back enough profits, we can hire some people..."

"No, it's not your fault." Alice shook her head: "Uncle Carrick, if you survive, it's the greatest wealth of the Blackstone Corps."

"But I will not give up easily. I promised that Lia would definitely make the Black Stone Collar flourish again." A firm expression appeared on Alice's face. She now gained the power to control knowledge and was full of confidence in the great god: "I will ask the great God of Dreams, and maybe I will be guided."

"Is the guidance of the god?" Carrick frowned: "The great god has the power of wisdom. But...sorry, I don't mean to question the god. It's just that harvesting crops is what a farmer should do. A great god, what reason does it have to harvest crops for us like a farmer?"

Looking at Carrick's departure back, Alice sighed and frowned. She felt she was not sure. She could not pray to the gods and said, "Great God, please come to the gods and send the grains and cotton directly to our barns?"

"well……"

This is impossible to speak at all! Power and wisdom coexist, and the incarnation of love and justice, how could it be like a lowly job as a farmer?

This is blasphemy!

When her father and Leah were there, Alice never thought that autumn harvest was such a tedious job. In her impression, the autumn harvest moon was the most lively time, which was a scene full of hope, with golden wheat fields and snow-white cotton everywhere, grain was full of food, straw was piled up, and snow-white cotton was bundles. The hard-working farmers shuttled through it, waving sickles to harvest crops, and they were in full swing.

When all the farming work is completed, under the presidency of his father, the Black Stone Colonel will also hold a bonfire to celebrate the Harvest Festival, and the farmers sing and dance to celebrate the gifts of God.

But now, everything is different from what I imagined.

It's too difficult for me!

Alice leaned on the table with her hands on her cheek. When there was no one, she finally showed the sad look she should have at her age. Her pretty eyebrows were squeezed together, and her slightly fat cheeks were squeezed by her hands, pouting her rosy mouth, making her look cute and funny.

Alice, who was sad and irritable, was flirting with the papyrus and quills on the table, but she could never think of any good idea.

Great God, how should we harvest crops?

I accidentally touched the chassis with handles on the table, a bronze lampstand like a cup, and played with it in my hands for a few times. Alice seemed to have some touch in her mind, and it seemed like inspiration burst out. The mysterious power in her body overflowed along her fingertips.

Suddenly, the hard lampstand became soft and gently pressed with his fingers, sinking like soft mud, leaving clear finger marks.

Alice's expression suddenly became stunned. What happened?

The wonderful changes of the bronze lampstand aroused her curiosity. She tentatively pinched other parts of the lampstand with her hands, and soon found that the entire lampstand became very soft, just like playing with mud when she was a child. With her hands fiddling, she could turn into various shapes.

For example, if you slap it, the entire lampstand becomes a cake, and you will pinch it casually and become an ugly duck.

Alice became more and more surprised. This was hard bronze. Even a sharp sword could not be cut off. However, in her own hands, she could fiddle with it at will and turned into any desired shape.
Chapter completed!