After riding a horse for half an hour, Gray suddenly covered his mouth and nose, rode his horse and quickly passed through this section of the road, and came to the small wooden house not far ahead.

The cabin was newly built and very simple, but there was no problem with the living. He also saw cooking utensils and a few wooden tables in the straw shed outside.

"He is a person who can endure hardships and loves to do facts." Gray nodded and turned over and dismounted.

In front of the hut, several people were chopping the grass and trees in front of them.

"Your Majesty the King!" Seeing who the person was, the few people were so scared that their kitchen knife fell to the ground and saluted quickly.

"No need to be polite, I'll ask you a question, who made the thing outside?"

When Gray saw it, he recognized it at a glance. This was a compost method. He didn't expect anything. Instead, these people made it themselves. It's really not simple. I can only say that no matter which world, there are talents.

The method Gray thought of was the toilet, and then the ordinary manure after fermentation. This had to be based on the large-scale use of the toilet. It had not fermented in the toilet. Those things were not considered manure, and the effect of putting them in the field without fertilizer is harmful.

So before the toilet is fully used, this compost method is very powerful.

"Your Majesty, it was Adehma who made it. I have dissuaded him to not make such a stinky thing, but he kept dissuading it." As soon as Gray finished speaking, a man came out to point at Adehma and accused him. It seemed that the aura of dissatisfaction had accumulated for a long time.

"Yes... it's me." Adehma dared not deny it. It was indeed made by him. Some people had despised him for being too smelly. He was afraid that the king would be the same, and he was here to punish him.

Gray looked at the man who stood up and nodded slightly, "Wait a minute, you and I will come to Wangdu, I will ask the soldiers to take you to the iron mine to mine."

The man was ecstatic when he heard the first half of the sentence, but his face turned green after hearing the second half, but he did not dare to refute it.

Then Gray looked at Adehma and smiled and said, "You can make the land more fertile and increase crop yields, right?"

"Yes, Your Majesty King, I've tried it in my own home, it's very useful." Adehma nodded, no longer as scared as before.

"You did a good job, this kind of thing is very useful. If you write this method down, I will be rewarded." Grey said, taking out paper and pen from his backpack.

"I...I don't know words." Adehma said carefully.

"Okay, let me write." Gray pulled over a small stool where they were sitting, sat on the ground, spreading out paper and waiting for him to read.

"Your Majesty, I'm literate, let me write?" said one person carefully.

Adehma was one of the twenty agricultural masters he found to plant the crops he brought back, each with five assistants, considering that they might be illiterate, among them were the ones who explained the planting method for them.

"Okay." Gray nodded, got up from the ground, patted the dust on his butt, and let the other person record it.

After recording this, Gray immediately took out twenty gold coins from his backpack and handed them to Adehma, "This is a reward for you. If you find any way to increase crop yield in the future, you can tell me, and I will give you more rewards."

Adehma excitedly reached out to take the gold coins, knelt down and kowtowed heavily, "Thank you, Your Majesty the King."

"I call this method the Adehma composting method and then hand it over to farmers across the country. Do you think it's OK?"

"Yes, this is my honor. Thanks to His Majesty the King for his trust." Adehma said excitedly.

"Your name will be remembered by history." Grey chuckled and patted his shoulder, left here and returned to the palace, and immediately sent hundreds of copies to all over the place in the name of the king.

As for the guy who doesn't even know his name, naturally someone will give him a job of creating wealth with both hands.

"Why did you run away?" The elf flew over and looked at him angrily.

Gray laughed a few times, "I did another good thing that benefits the country and the people, isn't it?"

"His Majesty the King, what did you send out this time? Why didn't you discuss it with me?" Shortly after the stuff was sent out, the consul of the Kingdom hurried over, afraid that Gray would make any wrong decision.

"Father, you may not have heard of this thing. I call it compost. The fertilizer it produces can make the land more fertile and produce more food." Gray explained excitedly.

The sweet potatoes and other things he brought before could not be planted on a large scale in a short period of time. If you want to plant them on a large scale, you must wait for the crops to be harvested, and then use them all as seeds without any use, so that they can be promoted on a large scale.

Therefore, if you want to truly see crops such as sweet potatoes being planted on a large scale nationwide, you will have to wait until after next year.

But this thing is different. It is a way to find raw materials to make fertilizers as long as you want to do it, because the raw materials for compost are just crop straw, some weeds, trees branches and leaves, etc., which can be seen everywhere in the kingdom.

With this, farmers start composting this year and can be used next year. As long as there is no natural disaster next year, the grain output will definitely be more than this year.

Moreover, with this, the yield of sweet potatoes can also be increased, so you really don’t have to worry about food at all.

Listening to Gray's explanation, the Marquis was skeptical, "Is it really that good?"

"If my father doesn't believe it, he can send someone to Adehma's house to investigate. I'm sure his family's grain production must be more than other people's." Gray said very surely.

He believed that even if others did not believe in Adehma and were unwilling to do this, Adehma himself, as the inventor, would definitely use it on his own land, and he himself said it before.

"If it's true, then..." Lord Marquis asked for a rough look. If this thing is true, the impact would be really great.

"Father just check it out. This kind of thing cannot be fake. If it is true, it still needs my father's help." Gray said seriously.

If Gray had dealt with this matter himself, he would have been forcibly implemented in the name of the king. There is no other way, because this method is the simplest and most effective.

However, this may cause complaints from some people.

But this matter was clearly for their own good, and Gray didn't want to make a complaint. He was scolded by the people as a tyrant, and they would not be grateful to him even if the result came out later.

If the Marquis dealt with, his methods would be softer, and there would be more other ways to convince them that this matter was indeed true.

Therefore, the follow-up of this matter is still to bother the Marquis to deal with it. I believe that after he knows the effect of compost, he will definitely spare no effort to promote it and adopt appropriate methods.

"If it is true, I will definitely promote it with all my might, and you should also put some thought on it." The Marquis said seriously: "If this is really useful, you can gather your people's hearts in the kingdom, let people from all over the country support you, and completely forget what happened before."

Although Gray is now a dragon-slaying warrior and a king, there is no sign of instability in the kingdom, the lessons learned last time are enough to show that his foundation is still unstable, and many people still care about the old king.

Even though the old king's family is dead now, these people dare not resist, but may not be truly convinced.

More importantly, it is because of the majesty of the Dragon Slayer Warriors and their powerful military power that there is no chaos, but the majesty of the Dragon Slayer Warriors is just majesty, not the support of the people.

But once this composting method is really useful, the Sutton family will become the real royal family, and no one will remember who the king was before, they will only remember that the Sutton family gave them a better life.

"Dad let go, I will support you with all my strength." Gray nodded and took the elf back to the treasure room. His magic power was restored a lot.
Chapter completed!