My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 117: Rebellious Scotland

PS: Thank you for the "tears of the early days", “the Duke of Black Rose”, “diving in the winter", “I'm beginning to understand” rating ticket ~ PS1: Well... I was going to finish the three more I owe you today, it seems difficult... I have a problem tomorrow, the update is only estimated to be two chapters = - =

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Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! The tide was shaking in general.

“All right, all right.” Kerall smiled and rubbed his mouth corner. He was a little proud of his harvest and technique. A sip of fruit wine turned to Hero and asked: “There's something I need you to do today, Hero. What do you think of the two maturations I've made? ”

This adorable wolf is sensitive to land variation, air rainfall, storm and snow and other weather, and the insights in agriculture are even a few points stronger than Kerall, the century of the Great Bang of Knowledge after 2,500 years, but it is an ethnic gift, and Kerall can only subordinate himself to this giant wolf, and must ask her first about every agricultural thing.

All I saw was Hero sighing, and then I fell on top of the fallen leaves, and I rolled open my fallen nose, and I almost put it in the ground.

“Bad, bad.” Hero looks a little ugly: “You can put a lot of pressure on the land like this, I'm afraid the harvest won't be too good. ”

“What if I were to implement this two-time ripening of rice and wheat to make the harvest better?” Kerall was convinced that this could have been solved with fertilizer in previous generations, and that it is now only possible to rely on the energy of the earth itself.

But it's a little difficult.

Great Britain created Hercules' “sunset” empire in future generations, thanks to several colonies such as Africa, the Americas, India and the Strait of Malacca, which continuously delivered nutrition to the British mainland, while the vast navy covered the entire six oceans, but with an unusual sense of superiority.

In the end, the British mainland is just an island nation.

Bigger island nation than Japan!

If the island nation wanted to make the first appearance, it would be very difficult. If it wasn't for the weakness of the Qing government in that year, it would have borrowed more than a decade of operation from the three northeastern provinces of Japan, and even Taiwan would have been sent out as a Japanese naval springboard. Japan really didn't have any chance to make snake swallows. Choked or stuck.

So is Britain.

Even if Ireland were united, Scotland would have more mountains than plains, more islands than land, and if Britain wanted to swallow with snakes, it would still have to look at Rome to the east.

And what Keiral can do now is to thrive on the water conservancy, and stay in Britain until the real Rome of today, when the future of France or Germany stands on its heels, is to connect the two sides of the coast, and then Keiral will have to rely on that foundation to swallow the Roman Empire step by step.

As for personal feelings - after all, men still have the bulk of this snake swallowing grand plan, not too much feelings for Nero.

I'm afraid Kerall's name has been ringing for tens of millions of years if he can accomplish something nobody has done in the millennium.

At the end of the day, England is a disadvantage that has no more magnificent resources than grandeur. As for a little bit of food, it is planned to increase. If food is not planned now, it is feared that there will never be more people in the future, and that the entire Camelot economy will be crushed by a rapidly growing new-generation population, which Kerall would not like to see.

So he came to Hero early today to find a solution, and foresight is a lot more powerful than standing on a giant's shoulder and looking at the future.

“This... is not a good idea, not a good idea. ”

Hero shook his head and didn't forget to drink a sip of fruit wine but was very dissatisfied with the forced squeezing of the land's energy by Kerall, but when he thought about the relentless oppression of the land and people by the lords he had experienced along the way, Hero was suddenly in a much better mood.

“Well...” Hero gave the answer as soon as he sighed: “Your method of repairing (breathing) once in the previous three years is very good. It has accumulated a lot of nutrition. If it is not too troublesome to support your two ripens a year, the other crops need to be two or three layers less. ”

This answer makes Keral realize that while food is important, other crops are irreplaceable. Soybeans can be used as food for horses, mixing wine and hemp rods and grass is an unparalleled meal for horses to grow. Feeding horses directly to green grass does dehydrate them, plagiarize them, and many worries, non-horse owners do not understand. It is for these reasons that the breeding of horses is restricted and the development of cavalry tactics is restricted.

Cotton can be made into a cotton padded quilt, which is a necessity for Camelot, an island near the Arctic, not to mention the rest.

It's just a matter of seconds before Kerall has a plan: "Hey, Hero, I'm gonna need you lately.”

“Hmm?” Looking up at Kerall with a stuffy, apple-filled Hero looking down drunk.

“Come with me to Scotland!” Keralhaha smiled and the whole person stood up, but directly began to develop Scotland, a world filled with cliffs and without the right to make airspace, as its own back garden.

Just look at the map and you'll see that Scotland is truly a dangerous place, and there are no cliffs beyond the sea that can be used as a natural port of call.

At high altitudes, however, there is no livestock other than sheep and cattle, and I fear Scotland would not have been able to build a cavalry if it had not been for the use of the plains to raise a large group of horses.

The current relationship between Scotland and Camelot is like that between the Koreas and the Koreas of future generations, and although the analogy is somewhat inappropriate, it is clear that Camelot's richness contrasts with Scotland's bitterness.

What's even more troubling is that Scotland has no harbour on all sides of the ocean. The Gauls will have to go around half the British island to come to Camelot. Scotland's destiny was set when they wanted to come down and die in the North Grand Duke.

Now that Scottish intellectuals have begun to try to consolidate domestic forces and the King has no such insight, it is bloody deadly to see that Camelot has stopped and begun to launder the rebel forces in the country, and the country is once again in turmoil.

Kerall stumbled quietly for two months and finally waited for his chance!