My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 246 Autumn Memories

PS: Kicked out, still late... I'll go.

PS1: Ask for a ticket!

PS2: Go and fill out the survey, I'm ready to deposit the manuscript!

After returning, Kerall hugged Altoria and patted her ass swollen...

At least for a few days she couldn't sit around and read the papers...

Her beloved rider, a fully domesticated lion, could not let her ride.

Now she ought to know what happened to Kerall, who played tricks on her husband.

Kerall was in a good mood and mind, and now he finally knows how comforting it can be to have an occasional vibration from time to time.

It's just that Altoria climbed into bed, and he's dying.

First fall harvest.

Kerall's water-made hydraulic reel de-grain machine is officially activated.

Watching water use as a motivation, throw the barley into it, and then spread out countless skins all of a sudden, and then the white particles flowed along the wood pipeline into the basket, and the people around them shouted excitedly, which was that it had succeeded, and with this thing, the speed of the valley removal would increase dramatically, and it was not impossible to wait until the second season of rice was skilled.

Barley is a necessity because it is an ingredient for cereal and oatmeal porridge. Wheat is a good ingredient for pasta and wine making. Grain skins can feed pigs and mules. The poles are burned to ashes and then spilled on the ground. The land will be fertile and rich next year.

Some of these grain uses were brought back by Kerall from a distant future, some by Hero.

And the Camelot 2nd season rice will no longer be an issue with 10% less time on the grain remover!

Keiral cheered up in a flash: "Good, good.” He was a little excited to be shooting people around him, and little inventions were by no means a civilizational prospect, only two years away! By this time next year, as long as the second season of rice is harvested, Camelot will have plenty of grass and nothing will stop him from carrying out his plan.

Kerall is good at conspiracy, masturbation, internal affairs, political forces, and... calculations.

With his exquisite intelligence comes computational power three times faster than ordinary people, and that clear mind brings careful thinking and decisive decisions.

Will Kerall make a mistake? Perhaps, but his deductions minimize mistakes.

Now that the de-grain machine is out, what we need to do now is extend it to Camelot as a whole.

Kerall smiled with a slight smile: it was time for the book to spread to the world.

Three days later, the mule was loaded with a box of books, landed in Rome after a day and a half, and the hands of the retailer distributors who arrived from the news spread all over the world.

Within ten days, this book, called Agricultural Theory, was placed at the desks of the heads of State.

“Hmm...” Alexander touched his bearded jaw with a rough friction: “Teacher, what do you think?” Aristotle became a “teacher” because it was not in public.

“Very brilliant young man.” Aristotle exclaimed, “How could such a barbaric land be born so young?” In the view of those of this era, the most academic area is Macedonian territory: Greece.

And the richest is Romania.

This is unquestionable. In their view, the rest of the place is a barbaric place except for these two places!

It's hard to imagine a country with only 60 years of statehood would be so handsome. It's not scientific! Aristotle touches his smooth head: this is the symbol of the wisdom that Socrates has passed from generation to generation: glorious brain portals, hair loss, whether it's Socrates, Plato, or Aristotle.

“No, sir, I don't know if you noticed.” Alexander closed the book and gently photographed the table with the book, just one move caused Aristotle a slight heartache, such a thin book would actually need a silver coin! What's the difference between robbery and robbery? In his position, there was no shortage of money, but he was a lover of books, and naturally he was distracted by Alexander's treasure of books.

“What?” he replied with a word of respect for Alexander.

“Military!” Alexander frowned slightly but still frowned with a crease on his eyebrow, he was too strong: “He published a book on economics, indicating that he was economically very tree-building, and now he shows once again his achievements in agriculture… Teacher, he did not speak militarily. ”

“It's a simple sense of confidentiality.” Aristotle touched his goat's beard and squinted his eyes and laughed: “I thought you would never call out how to make a Damascus machete. The king of Uruk would never reveal how to make a crossbow arrow to the world. This young man who did something must be militarily hidden...”

“But he never mentioned it.” Alexander Haha smiles: “That's what's funny! ”

“Exactly.” Aristotle had a sip of chrysanthemum tea, and there was a lack of plants in the desert, and chrysanthemum tea, which was the only comfort they had.

“Ha ha, he's empowering everyone, forcing everyone to follow his way, the seemingly gentle young man is also a sharp guy.” Aristotle had another cup of chrysanthemum tea and laughed.

“Oh!” Alexander chuckled, “Yes, his book poses a dilemma for all in power: Should we implement the agricultural reforms that have unlimited potential for the future but are likely to hurt us now? ”

“Change?”

“Then there will be a significant increase in production, then there will be a significant increase in military personnel, and the scale of future battles will be the time to test the General's own decisiveness.” Aristotle squinted his eyes and said, "But we have Kachanda, Tolemie, Selju and Antico. I'm not afraid of this massive, dispersed battle, but if it doesn't change..."

“Hey, when the power of the country gets even better, everyone in the world is making progress, and you're going backwards when you keep it that way.” Alexander grins: “Those who retreat will be eliminated. ”

“This is an unsolved choice.” Aristotle shook his head and sighed again: “How could such a young man be born in that barbaric country? ”

“Okay teacher, stop complaining.” Alexander grabbed Aristotle's shoulder and laughed. “Please teach him when I defeat him and catch him. ”

Aristotle was in a good mood to hear Alexander say, “I don't dare to teach such a talented man, let's talk about it, let's talk about it.” His teacher, Plato, was one of the disciples of Socrates after discussing it with each other and then being subdued by Socrates' way of education.

“Ha ha, teacher, let's go talk about how to make this paper, and when it does, I'm going to run a school like that Kerall guy, and I'm going to bring the whole Persian, the whole Egyptian, the whole Macedonian kids together and make them all Macedonians!” Alexander Homai's voice gradually went from bright to unheard as the two of them moved away.

“Your Majesty, there will be problems with so many children together.” Aristotle's voice was raised slightly and the voices of the two men in the wind could no longer be heard.

“Merlin, look what this is.” Throw Merlin the white flower book in her hand and pick up another one on the bed, Nero turns to the page just now and looks at it.

From the moment the book was printed, Keiral appeared with a sequence number, in each footer, with notes of one, two, three, four, making it not only convenient to read, but also pleasing.

“Agricultural theory.” Merlin knew it was her proud disciple's work when she looked at it, and the guy who didn't put all his energy into magic would do all this crookedness.

Merlin turned the book upside down and asked, “Where's Morgan? ”

I didn't see Morgan when I came back because I went to the front line to command the regiment. That's why I asked.

“Her?” The sailor picked up a glass of orange juice and Nero said with no concern, "I put her elsewhere to be lord. ”

“Oh,” Merlin wasn't surprised.

Morgan was too smart and too fond of the power technique, but obviously the so-called power technique was just a trail in the eyes of the so-called ruler, and Nero, who had her words and lines in her eyes, was also very tired of this beautiful curly woman, who threw it directly into someone who wanted to go on without a trace.

Well, she was just going to let her emerge as a symbol of her kingdom after Altoria, but she was just worried about her childhood relationship, and since she had nothing to leave to herself, she was satisfied, too, that she wanted to build a territory where she could live with Camelobi? Merlyn shook her head, really didn't know the sky was thick, Camelot had the reign left by King Joseph, with Kerall's support, with the help of four Grand Dukes, what did she have? Nothing.

Little girl who doesn't know the heavens and the earth are thick.

Mellin soon put her attention in the book: "This! ”

Perhaps ordinary priests only pay attention to the benefits here, but are not politically conscious, and only those giants will see the essence through phenomena and see through this good hand of Kerall.

“He's trying!” Shaking his head Merlin grinned bitterly: "A provocation to the kings of the world. What do you think? ”

“Haha, he's provoking and trampling on the pride of kings. Is he still trying to dominate the continent?” Nero Haha smiled and licked his lips softly: “When I destroy Carthage in the next year, go and get the little wrongdoer back. Humph, his talent should not be wasted in a small island country, he should have a bigger stage. ”

[Nor should it be wasted on these secular matters. Mellin turned her head and thought a little disgusted. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)