Chapter 98 The dry season that arrives early   (1)

Robert was locked in a cafeteria.

Several centaurs specially asked Yang Dashuan for the bottle of aphrodisiac, either directly ingredient and pouring it into Rosamon or feeding it to Robert.

Yang Dashuan explicitly ordered the elves in the territory to pass through the cafeteria again. Anyway, he heard Robert's wailing and moaning every day, and the elves were tactful and dared not look at what was going on. Robert's punishment will last for a while, mainly to see when the centaur's anger will be eliminated before it will be finished.

As for the rebellious slaves, all their bones were broken and all of them were thrown into the wasteland.

This punishment method made other slaves in the territory shudder, just as Yang Dashuan said - he could not stop the slaves from rising up the idea of ​​resisting, nor could he stop the slaves from resisting. The only thing he could do was let the slaves know what they should bear after rebellion.

Due to these two accidents, the territory also suffered some inevitable losses.

These losses also made Yang Dashuan understand some things. He cannot blindly pursue the development of the territory, and often needs to consolidate the foundation of the territory. Only in this way can the territory not develop into a castle in the air.

March is gradually ushering in the day of restoring the territory.

In a rare few days of leisure, Yang Dashuan did not seek trouble for the robbers on the wasteland. The two consecutive summons of the frost dragon had already made Joan of Arc start to be worried again. With the old man of the Pope, he would definitely have to track down the whereabouts of the last green jade soul bead to the end. As for what kind of method it would be, Joan of Arc didn't have much confidence in his heart.

Yang Dashuan nodded repeatedly.

This gave up the idea of ​​being ready to move in my heart.

Almost all the treasures plundered from the Centaur robber tribe fell into Robert's hands, but when this guy fled, he actually threw them all away with his heart. At least 200,000 to 300,000 gold coins can make the territory develop... It's a pity that they all fell into the hands of the robber.

This suddenly shattered Yang Dashuan's idea of ​​building a barracks in the territory.

March on the wasteland is the first month of dry season.

It seemed that there was no more rain on the wasteland. The large pond in front of the town had dried up. Several fat salmon were waving their tails to death. Seeing several slaves rushing over barefoot, a shudder clenched the moist mud barrie.

"Master, there is no water at all!"

Hulk Troll Gao Fei held the spoon and shouted at Yang Dashuan by the pond.

Such chest tightness during the dry season caught everyone in Maple Leaf Town off guard.

It seemed as if the last day of the end of February was still a cool spring. After only one day, it seemed as if the entire wasteland was placed in flames.

Yang Dashuan was shirtless and smacked his lips.

He had long expected this situation that there were also buildings like water wells in the territory information column, but this would only be built in a level 2 town. In addition to spending a lot of wood, stone and soil, it also required a considerable amount of gold coins. (ps: the construction of the buildings in the information column requires providing some gold coins.) Lao Yang originally wanted to increase the territory by another level before the dry season came, but according to his current virtue, it was not only a little bit worse.

"master!"

The Da Taibao was also back. He carried two wooden barrels on his shoulders, because of the bumps during his running, crystal liquid kept spilling out of the wooden barrel. As soon as the water flowed out of the barrel, it was greedily sucked away by the dry earth.

“The Suprati River is almost drying!”

Yang Dashuan was a little stunned.

Six or seven hundred people in the territory were counting on water to drink, and large groups of livestock could not avoid consuming water. The dry season has just arrived, what should I do?

"Didn't the water of the Suprati River come from the melting glaciers in the Kemesl Mountains?" Leren couldn't help but ask.

Lao Yang shook his head.

"The Geography of the Continental does say that, but the last time I went to see Roger, it didn't seem like that. Its river channel passes through the mountains... As for what is behind the Kemeser Mountains? No one knows." Joan of Arc shook his head.

"What should I do? Can we lively people still be suffocated to death by peeing?" Alice immediately stopped. After staying with Yang Dashuan for a long time, she had already lost her ladylike habits.

"Why don't we go upstairs and have a look?" Yang Dashuan suggested.

"That might be the nest of spider-turned elves." Joan of Arc hurriedly shook his head. "Don't forget, darkness will always be their world..."

After saying this to Joan of Arc, Yang Dashuan was a little hesitant.

A few spider-turned elves can work together to hunt Komodo giant beasts, at least they are not weak. Besides, the cave does not look big, and maybe in danger, even the frost dragon cannot summon it.

"Or we will rely on the water in the Suprati River first and then maintain it for a while?" Leren suggested in a low voice.

"No! Madam!" The Da Taibao quickly interrupted. "The river will be exhausted in at least seven or eight days, and there will be nothing at that time."

"Has it been like this in previous years?" Yang Dashuan asked. "You are natives on the wasteland, so you should know where there is water, right?"

Yang Dashuan knew that smart creatures who usually live in such harsh environments all had their own way of finding water. Even businessmen had excellent skills. They would catch a native beast on the wasteland and feed it some salt. As long as they followed this beast, they could find a life-saving source.

"Master, this was not the case in previous years." Otabo's face looked a little ugly. "Today's dry season came earlier than before. In the past, in early March, the water from the Suprati River could still overflow our backs. But I just went to take a look and the water level was only reached. I guess that the river water would have to dry up in seven or eight days at most. Maybe it would be faster!"

This is over.

Yang Dashuan was completely stunned.

The little girls were also a little confused.

You look at me, I look at you, and no one speaks for a moment.

Yang Dashuan took eight-character steps back and forth, shaking his head.

Without water, all the work in the territory must be put aside.

I have not noticed the importance of water in the past, but now that the dry season is coming, the water has become an indispensable life-saving thing.

The drinking water for slaves and livestock is a large number. In addition, the blacksmiths who have been doing physical work, and the slaves who keep digging iron ore from mines, not only do they need water to drink, but also to cool down. The three-season rice in the farmland has just been planted, and the rice seedlings are all lost in the sun, waiting for water to irrigate. This thing is not lacking!

"Or I'll go back to the Middle East?" Joan of Arc said in a low voice.

"Why are you going back to the Middle East?" Yang Dashuan was a little puzzled.

"I know some water magicians. Isn't it just that they can release the rainstorm technique?" Joan of Arc said complacently.

"Okay, you go back quickly. Oh, no, let Thirteen Taibao and others take slaves to accompany you." Yang Dashuan said quickly, finally finding a life-saving grass.

"No!" Alice and Leren poured a basin of cold water on the spot. "No matter how fast the trip from the territory to the Middle East is, at least it will take more than a month to go back and forth. In more than a month, we have already died of thirst."

"This is not possible, that is not possible." Yang Dashuan was worried.

There is no doubt that the territory is indeed in an awkward situation.

There is not even a single copper in the territory now, and the VIP store is always in a decoration. Even if you have money, it is not enough. There is no water resource in the VIP store that can be purchased directly.

"Or what if we dig a well?" Thad suggested in a low voice.

Yang Dashuan nodded. The territory was short of water, which was something he had not expected.

Even if you don’t go through the territory building bar, you can take your slaves to dig wells and find water. But... this method is somewhat unreliable. Although buildings built through the territory information bar will cost more money and various resources, they will definitely succeed. Just like a water well, such a simple building. In reality, if you don’t find the exact location of the underground river, no matter how deep the well is dug, there may not be water coming out.

Buildings directly built through the territory information column will automatically ejaculate from the well even if they do not rely on the underground river.

Although this sounds incredible, Yang Dashuan did not think so.

Since they came to this world, everything has been so unacceptable - all kinds of creatures have their own history and language. They do not use technology as the basis for their development, but use magic and war songs as the foundation for their survival... Yang Dashuan has long been used to it in such a world like VIP store.

"Rogg, what are you thinking?" Alice pushed Yang Dashuan in a daze.

"Nothing. Thad is right. We have to dig a well to find water." Yang Dashuan nodded heavily. "These things are arranged by Alice, each group of slaves, and let the dwarfs lead the way. These old guys can't see any shadows every time they fight. They say that you can dig wherever there is water."

Thad ran back happily.

Yang Dashuan was not idle either. He got back to the house, grabbed the Destroyer, and walked out again.

"What do you want to do?" The clever Alice immediately guessed Yang Dashuan's idea. "Don't go!"

"What's going on?" Leren and Joan of Arc asked quickly.
Chapter completed!