"Sir, why are you here?" Lott was surprised to see his younger brother Reynolds walking in with Covenus and quickly got up.

"Where are you busy?" Covennas found a seat and sat down.

This room is not small, but only the second uncle Lott works alone, which is a bit like the president's office.

"Well, now hundreds of people join the tribe every day, and registration and planning are underway!"

Covennas nodded and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work, Second Uncle!"

"You all sit down!"

Lott returned to his office and sat down, but didn't answer the conversation. What's the hard work? Now the tribe's people have exceeded 10,000. Although they are a little worried, they are more excited.

Reynolds also found a seat and sat down.

"Actually, I'm looking for my second uncle because the tribe's tribe has exceeded 10,000 and many laborers cannot arrange it, so I plan to open a winery in the tribe, and the tribe also starts brewing wine."

"Because of the overcapacity of labor, we cannot watch waste, so that they can create some value for the tribe." Covennas said to his second uncle Lot.

This was also what he considered.

If you want to support more ethnic groups and expand your tribes even more, relying solely on brewing wine and sugar in Canyon City, you will definitely not be able to keep up with the tribe expansion without long-term accumulation.

What he now thinks is to take advantage of the famine period to try to annex more victims and form more armies, and at the same time, to use the power of money to recruit more powerful people.

Regarding the issue of the strong, Covennas has been thinking about it for a long time. If he only relies on the tribe to cultivate it, he will have to cultivate it until the year of the monkey and horse month. Time passes by minute by minute, not a gust of wind.

Unless the professional temple was built, Covennas thought for a long time and felt that he should not commit suicide.

The professional temple is too buff. If he understands it correctly, it is a completely plug-in school. Professionals may be able to mass produce it.

If such a temple appears, it will be too difficult to keep it secret, and it will be even more difficult to keep it. He is only at the seventh level.

Only when he breaks through the legend can he take a chance.

So, Covennas thought of recruiting strong men, Canyon City, and even other places, and could always use gold coins to recruit mercenaries who were willing to find a tribe to spend their old age.

Whether feeding the people, expanding the army, or recruiting strong people, it requires a lot of gold coins.

Therefore, he felt that he could develop wine and sugar in the tribe, and make perfume, so that the gold coins he earned might be enough for the tribe to expand and develop.

Make more money and shelter more victims. When the famine is over, the Silver Berry Tribe has time to slowly digest and slowly cultivate and rejuvenate.

In fact, it can be seen from the war between large tribes in the northeast of the southern wasteland that famine is also an opportunity for large tribes. When the famine is over, perhaps tribes in the southern wasteland and even the northern wasteland will be reshuffled.

Therefore, the Silver Berry Tribe must also seize this golden development period!

"What?"

"You want to make wine in the tribe?"

Lott looked at his nephew in surprise.

"That's right, the tribe now has so many labor force. We use it reasonably. As long as we brew an additional 100,000 kilograms of white wine every month, the tribe's monthly income can increase by 5,000 gold coins." Covennas roughly calculated.

Lott was stunned, each... five thousand gold coins?

Is the money so easy to make now?

But Lott did not doubt it, because what his nephew said must be true.

Reynolds on the side was also shocked.

"Just give me the order!" Lott said in a breath of cold air.

Make an extra 5,000 gold coins every month, plus the profits of Canyon City. Oh my God, you won’t have nearly 10,000 gold coins every month, right?

If there were so many gold coins, the Silver Berry tribe could only support them even if they doubled a few times.

"Well, in addition to winemaking, there is also a sugar-making workshop, which will also be built in the tribe!"

Lott was even more excited!

"I'll tell you a few things, Second Uncle, you go and do it." Covennas said seriously.

Lott immediately raised his ears and listened.

“First, the empty house should be big enough!

"Second, first select the first group of people who entered the winery, young and strong, and the longer you join the tribe, the better, reliable and honest.

First select 200 people.

Third, I need a group of ethnic groups with particularly sharp noses, with no race limits, about fifty people."

Lot was stunned. The first and second thing he understood, what is he going to do if he had a very good nose?

However, since Covennas had given the order, he would do it.

"These three conditions are done as soon as possible. I will start preparing from tomorrow!" Covennas glanced at his second uncle Lot and said.

"I understand!" Luo Te nodded.

"By the way, Uncle Fifth, do you want to manage the winery?" Covennas asked at Uncle Fifth Reynolds.

In fact, he also thought it was quite funny. Looking back, Uncle Wu two months ago and Uncle Wu are simply unable to believe that they are the same.

But the same thing is said: It is great to correct mistakes when you know your mistakes. He is not a slim person, so there is no need to remember other people’s mistakes for the rest of his life.

What's more, he is his uncle, and one of his two uncles, and he is a very precious species.

"Manage the winery?" Reynolds was a little surprised, but at the same time, he was also very excited. It seemed that this was the first time that his nephew, Covenus, had ordered him to do things.

He thought Covennas would leave it alone for the rest of his life!

"I do!" Reynolds stood up excitedly and said.

Lott, who was standing beside him, also smiled. Reynolds had indeed made him hate him before, but now Reynolds is the younger brother he wants to see.

So, Covenus was willing to forgive his younger brother Reynolds and gave his younger brother Reynolds a position himself, and he was also very happy.

"Okay!" Covennas nodded.

Afterwards, Covennas learned about other situations of the tribe before leaving the government hall.

Of course, Covennas was not idle either. He left the government hall and went to the manufacturing workshop and forging shop again, allowing the manufacturing workshop to make some distillation equipment and tools, and then let the forging shop create some large iron pots for distillation.

...

Cultivated land outside the tribe!

Covennas left the production workshop and forging shop, and left the tribe and came to the farmland.

"You are here, Chief!"

When Evos heard that Covenus had arrived, he hurried over.

"How about land reclamation and planting?" Covennas looked at the endless arable land. Now the total arable land area of ​​the tribe has exceeded 4,000 acres.

"After the rye harvest was harvested, all the sweet potatoes and potatoes planted on 1,000 acres of land as of the day before yesterday."

"By the way, Chief, you shouldn't have forgotten the first twenty acres of land?" Asks with a smile.

The first twenty acres of land?

Covenus looked at Evos strangely, "What does it mean?"

"Speak straight, don't beat around the bush!"

"Hehe!" Evos smiled silly, and then said, "You forgot that you are the first to plant ten acres of sweet potatoes and ten acres of potatoes."

"So this is it!"

"Then what did you say about the first twenty acres? Who can understand this?" Covennas looked at Evos angrily.

"Wait, count the days, can you dig sweet potatoes and potatoes?" Covennas asked suddenly.

Because it will be a four-month cycle soon!

It's only about ten days at most.

"Why don't you go and have a look?" Joacos suggested.

"Have you dug it?" Covennas suddenly looked at Evos. When he saw Evos' expression, he knew that the sweet potato must have been stolen by this guy.

"I dug a few plants and checked them out, they were as big as my fist."

Your fist is big?
Chapter completed!