As soon as the sky was dawn, Winters walked out of the barracks and went swimming in the river west of the town.

He swam back and forth for two firsts and then began to try diving to the bottom of the river.

When he got ashore, he found Bud was waiting for him.

"When did you learn to swim?" Bud asked with a smile while sitting on Winters' clothes.

"Learn to learn without a teacher."

"I'm still practicing diving?"

When Winters mentioned this, his heart ached: "Our dear Lieutenant Cellini, he threw the Great Cross into the river when he was excited. I touched the bottom of the river and might be able to get it back."

"Why are you trying to catch that thing?" Bard didn't care.

"What?" Winters was furious: "That's gold! I don't want it, but I'll use it for food! I should check Andre's family. I really don't know which Vinetta he is! That's so big

Gold, my brain was hot and I threw it into the river, and I had to get up early to fish it out."

Bud laughed happily, with wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

He handed Winters the clothes: "I want to ask you something. I heard that in early July, an assassin broke into the army headquarters of the Fort Kings and killed Sekler. Did you do it?"

"Who made my romance?" Winters was furious: "When did I have assassination?"

"Well, yes, that's great." Bud patted the assassin's arm with confidence: "No matter who asks, it's enough for you to answer this attitude. And..."

Bud's words were interrupted because Winters hadn't finished saying: "I carried a saber and rushed in from the main gate and came out from the main gate. Why did it become an assassination? When did I do assassination? I have always been open and upright in my work.

!”

Winters suddenly remembered the Monta gang at Sea Blue Pier.

He repeated with a little guilty conscience: "When did I have assassinated in Paratu? I have always been open and upright in doing things in Paratu!"

"Oh? Then you've had an assassination somewhere else?" Bud sighed.

"Then don't worry." Winters turned his head: "Anyway, I haven't done it in Paratu."

"Have you left a living?"

"I'm not a bad guy. If he doesn't block me, why would I kill him? But it was dark and no one could see who."

"No one will admit your spell." Bard sighed heavily: "In my opinion, this matter will not end like this. However, the king castles are thousands of miles apart, and even if they know that you are in Wolf Town, they will be out of reach.

Now, there is something more important - are you laying out land for the victims?"

"Yes." Winters pointed to the other side of the river, with a little proud look on his face: "There are newly reclaimed lands there. They are landless tenants and long-time workers. I have wasteland, cattle, horses and plows. It's considered

It hit it off."

Bud listened carefully and suddenly asked, "Do you know, the recent news in Maple Stone City?"

"I know nothing, and before I see you, I can only find out the only words about Revodan."

Bud smiled: "Maple Stone City, I'm as busy as you recently."

"The Xinqingdi Legion is also recruiting refugees to clear the land?" Winters raised his eyebrows.

But he quickly figured it out: "It's not surprising. If you don't farm, you will starve to death. Fengshi City can't give away porridge to the refugees for nothing."

"That's right. In Hailan, in Drente, there are many ways to make a living, begging and eating bread. But for farmers, they will starve to death without farming, and that's the truth of their lives."

After leaving the land, people will gradually forget that food is planted from the land - this is how Winters in the past.

[If you don’t farm, you will starve to death], he didn’t feel as profound as today’s feelings about this sentence two years ago.

Tenants and employers in various places fled, which meant that a large number of laborers suddenly left production.

The snow-capped mountains have not yet collapsed because there are still surplus grains from last year and even the previous year.

But sooner or later, a greater disaster will come to this land, because farmers who are still producing cannot afford to support so many mouths.

Either famine or civil rebellion, it is not a choice between two and will probably come together.

It was precisely because Winters saw this that he wanted to try to resume production. He didn't want to see famine or chaos, so he turned into a splashing water on the fire.

Bard lowered his head and fiddled with several stone pieces in his hand: "Man-made military disasters, drove away landless farmers to flee. He recruited victims and distributed land to clear the land. Since then, the army has become the largest owner of the newly reclaimed land."

"It's amazing, it's worthy of being the hilt of the knife." Bud looked up at Winters and sneered, "But the Legion is the largest landlord in the new land, and it's not bad either."

Captain Montane could think of this method to open up land for refugees, and General Adams could think of it, and probably to think of it more deeply.

"You mean, all this is intentional?" Winters was surprised, not surprising.

Bard stood up, walked to the river to get water, and said slowly: "It is not necessarily a plan, it is likely to be a step and a step. But things have happened, and we can only analyze it from the results."

Winters fell into pain.

Wolf Town is too small, has too few populations, lacks potential, and most importantly, there is no time.

Without time to accumulate strength for him, the legion could tolerate officers' embezzlement and incompetence, but it would never tolerate officers' rebellion.

If the Xinkendi Legion stands firmly, with just a light punch, Wolf Town will turn into powder.

That's why he wants to hot Vordan.

If the Legion's strategy works, it is probably not enough for Revodant, as Senior Mason said.

Bard sat back next to Winters, used the stone as a chess piece, and asked, "Whenever the landless farmers have land, the legion has tenants, whether they are self-cultivated or self-cultivated farmers, who has their interests damaged?"

"The owner of the estate." It was too obvious, and Winters' answer was not hesitant.

"So the owners of Wuya Town, Heishui Town and other places choose to support you strongly, asking for money, asking for food, and providing you with a hiding place."

Bud smiled and picked up the black stone representing the owner of the manor: "They may not understand the deep game, but the damage to their interests is obvious. The long-term workers ran all over, so what else can they plant in the plantation? Land prices have dropped, no

Is it equivalent to their property shrinking?"

Winters nodded.

It is precisely because of the help of these "squirees" that his troops were able to elusively disappear in the southwest of Revodant.

In addition to providing supplies, the owners of the manor are more able to provide information. They have a wide range of local connections and have extensive information channels.

"But they are not enough to make a living." Badyan threw the black stone into the river.

"Too few people," Winters whispered.

After the victory of the sovereign war, the new republics banned all personal dependence relations - the slaves of Heder were not considered humans - this was also a valuable legacy left by the generation of the old marshal.

Although the owners of the new farmland are very influential, they only have influence.

After all, it is different from those nobles who could have drawn a large number of farmers during wars in the old days.

"In my opinion, the Xinkendi Legion's route is right, relax restrictions and recruit victims to open up land. Land prices will drop, but it has nothing to do with the Legion. If they can create a huge group of self-cultivated farmers, we will definitely not be able to defeat them.

Go back to Venetta as soon as possible, and I will go to a small business with you." Bard smiled and spread defeatist remarks.

Winters tried to defend Veneta: "We Veneta people... are not all businessmen."

"It's even worse. Once you fail, you can't even make a small deal." Bud's smile became hotter: "So we have to take the route of the Xinkendi Legion, and we have to take it even harder than them. We have to take steps

Bigger, more determined, more thorough.”

“More determined?”

Bud pointed to the other side of the river and asked Winters: "It's the end of August now, and winter wheat is going to be planted in September. How many acres of land have you cultivated?"

"This... I really don't know." Winters really didn't know.

"Just the cows, horses, and 100 people in our hands, all of them are exhausted and how many acres of wasteland can be reclaimed? If you spread it on people, you will have to make a living. It would be a dream to expect them to pay you food in the next year.

!Next year, there will be a big famine! Even if it can be reclaimed, it will be the worst land in Wolf Town! Because the good land has been bought long ago!"

Bud's voice became louder and brighter, and his eyes became brighter: "But right now, there are thousands of acres of the best arable land... being abandoned!"

Winters was shocked: "The land of each manor? That is their private property!"

"I know! We are not trying to get it for nothing. We can give them some rent and rent their land. We will distribute it to the victims. Why don't the New Reclamation Legion dare to do this? Because they are the owners of the manors themselves! We want to defeat them,

We must follow their route, and we must go more resolutely than they do!"

Bard already has a vain case, and he patiently explained: "No matter how good the land is, it will be abandoned for too long. It will be deserted. If someone maintains the land for them, the owner of the manor should be happy."

"What about the future? You can't always occupy it?" Winters asked back: "Didn't they become tenants and long-term workers again?"

"The most important thing is to open up land! The new land is not a United Province where all wastelands have been reclaimed, and she still has room for continued development!"

Bard pointed to the wasteland across the river: "It's too late to open up this year! It's too late to even next year! The wasteland will not turn into arable land out of thin air, it takes time! Where does the time come? You can only find replenishment from ready-made arable land.

Farming and clearing land during slack farming is what farmers have been doing for thousands of years. It is just that in the new land, this natural process has been artificially suppressed. And we just need to rebuild it."

Winters first discovered that Bard was so eloquent.

"What about the future?" Winters asked: "Will you return the land to the owner of the manor?"

"I think I can pay it back later." Bard's attitude was very serious: "As long as enough wasteland is cultivated, the land can be returned to the owner. But by that time, it will be difficult for them to recruit enough more

The tenant farmers and long workers will not be inflowed until the population grows naturally.”

"What should they do if they don't agree?"

"Who disagrees?" Bud asked back, and he smiled and asked again: "Who disagrees?"
To be continued...