Lord of Winter: Beginning with Daily Intelligence - Chapter 420 - 273: Northern Territory Miracle_2

Chapter 420: Chapter 273: Northern Territory Miracle_2

Spring plowing, irrigation, reforming agricultural tools, three-shift crop rotation, anti-frost harvesting… each step seems like the tracks laid for this harvest.

In the past, farmers could only rely on the weather, but now they work on large-scale farms, with a whole section of crops laid out behind them according to wind direction and soil temperature.

Even winter is no longer lifeless; the geothermal network brings warmth into the greenhouse, and places that couldn’t grow a single sprout now see cabbages and carrots harvested twice a year.

They are no longer solitary boats led by fate but have truly used their hands and wisdom to pry open the future of the entire land.

Everyone clearly sees that all of this is because of a man named Louis, hanging like the sun above the Mai Lang.

To these people, his light shines upon every path between fields, warming this Northern Territory ravaged by cold winds.

His warmth burns away the hunger of winter nights, allowing people to rediscover the boundaries of vitality and dignity in the wilderness.

Just as the Mai Lang undulates in the morning light, his presence shapes the rhythm of the harvest, just like the lush crops under the midsummer sun, which is the order he has brought.

In their hearts, Louis offers not just a field of wheat but a ray of hope, making them believe that even in icy, barren land, golden wheat waves can bloom.

After a ten-minute thunderous cheer, the excitement still reverberated in the air as if it hadn’t fully dissipated, but the meeting had to go on.

Louis coughed lightly, and the crowd paused their enthusiastic cheers and returned to their seats in a semicircle.

Papers were spread out again, pen tips fell once more, and the tone shifted from passionate to pragmatic.

Green opened the plan written by Louis and began to speak again: “Let’s continue with the finishing work, handling excess crop material.”

He turned to the second page of the record: “Green wheat stalks, bean vines, these should be bundled and stored as winter fodder and firewood; first distributed to livestock cooperatives, and the rest should be centrally stacked in the space behind the warehouse.

Don’t discard the sick wheat and moldy beans. They can be used for brewing, feeding livestock, or fertilizing the fields. Someone should sort them, categorizing them into bins, as the brewery and fertilizer team are ready.

As for potato peels and rotten roots, they should all go into the compost pit. After a month, they will be just right for digging out as organic fertilizer in winter and spring.”

He paused, gesturing toward the direction of the wheat fields: “Next is land plot renovation and rotation planning.

The harvested plots should be frozen as soon as possible. Cover with withered grass, tamp it down, and protect against frost cracks.

For those high-yield fields on the southern slope, I suggest plowing them once, mixing in wheat bran and bean stalks to nourish the soil. Planting again in spring won’t have bad results.

Along the riverbank, the water level is stable, and next year we can try a round of rice planting or reed cultivation for weaving. Keep it in mind.”

As he finished this, the village chiefs were already whispering among themselves on how to assign tasks for their respective lands.

Green looked toward another blacksmith representative: “And the farm tool inventory.”

That person nodded in agreement: “We have already sent people to count in each village. There’s a list of broken sickles, plowshares, and hoes. All repairs should be uniformly sent to the blacksmith and woodworking workshops, working overtime.

And grindstones, this harvest is too big, and grinding must keep up. We’re short-handed on our side, so we may need to bring in a couple of teams from the Red Tide Workshop to help.”

Louis nodded: “I’ll arrange for people to come over.”

Then Agricultural Director Mike stood up, holding his leather-bound sketchbook with yellowed edges, first coughing once, then chuckling to himself:

“Currently, here in Mai Lang, we’ve constructed a total of twenty-four geothermal greenhouses. We’re also planning to build six more before next spring, and these greenhouses combined should ensure that the people have vegetables to eat during winter.”

As he said this, a bit of pride was evident in his tone as he gestured to the rough drawings of the greenhouse area and continued:

“The first crop, from early winter to midwinter, will have greens, mustard greens, bok choy, lettuce, spinach, and some chives that grow quickly and are filling. There are also carrots, winter radishes, small onions, and taro yam, a batch enough to provide soup vegetables for the whole winter.

The second crop will focus on soybeans and lentils, which can improve soil fertility and make it convenient for the next season’s grain planting. The experimental greenhouse has reserved areas for seedlings, and seeds for tomatoes, cucumbers, and herbs are ready.”

“As for guarding the greenhouses, the team has increased to twenty people, rotating two groups each night. Mice, wind leaks, and icing should all be manageable.”

After finishing these remarks, he put away his notebook, glanced at the seated Louis, then looked around at everyone with a shy smile: “Um…that’s about it.”

A round of enthusiastic applause followed in the assembly hall.

It wasn’t the perfunctory encouragement but genuine acknowledgment from the heart.

Everyone present was someone who had risen from the mud, knowing best what a leaf of cabbage means in the winter.

The winter greenhouse planting plan is not just about providing the people with a few bites of green vegetables during winter but is an entire path connecting the future.

The construction of the geothermal greenhouse has freed Mai Lang from the absolute dependence on seasons in traditional agriculture, truly taking the first step towards “year-round farming.”

It signifies that even if the mountain is sealed with snow and the ground cracks, life can still grow in the greenhouse, and harvest can emerge from the soil.

Rapid-growing vegetables and root crops ensure the daily table, while rotating legumes not only enrich the soil but also provide valuable green manure for spring planting.

More importantly, those tomatoes, cucumbers, and herbs now have the possibility of being tried and grown beneath the North’s ice layers.

After the applause subsided, Green stood up, still holding the ledger, and spoke slowly: “There is one matter. You have all heard Lord Louis mention it before, but now with the grain harvest confirmed, it’s time to implement it.”

He raised his hand pointing to the distant stack of wheat bags piled like a small mountain, his voice slightly rising:

“Currently, our storage facilities in Mai Lang, even with three newly built temporary warehouses, are strained. According to the plan set by the lord in the spring, we will collectively transport 65% of the grain to Red Tide Territory.”

He paused, looking at the crowd.

“Red Tide has more stable terrain, a more complete storage system, and can connect directly to various transfer stations, whether for external support or wartime allocation, it’s more secure and efficient.

Mai Lang itself will retain 35% of the grain for daily rations, communal distributions, emergency reserves, and seed storage, all subdivided according to standards.”

No one below objected; several village chiefs even nodded.

After all, this was something that Louis himself had decided upon before the spring plowing began.

Louis sat in the main seat, listening quietly to the entire report, not showing any exaggerated expression.

But the glimpse of light in his eyes was something everyone clearly saw as satisfaction and acknowledgment.

When everyone had finished speaking, he nodded slowly, his voice not loud but enough to make everyone perk up: “Everything’s well arranged, the harvest was a victory; the work ahead is to make this victory even greater.”

Everyone subconsciously straightened up, as if someone had given their spine a support.

As these words finished, they all instinctively straightened their backs, their faces gaining a few more degrees of pride.

Louis paused, suddenly revealing a relaxed smile: “Of course, celebrating is a must.”

His eyes swept over the representatives of the village chiefs: “Go back and organize, each village holding a Harvest Day celebration feast, showcasing the achievements, don’t hide them. You must let everyone who worked and sweated know that this land remembers their names.”

“Also, once the final yield is finalized, rewards will be distributed according to the Spring Plowing Performance Chart. Model workers, top ten households, a permanent high-quality private plot for each acre, additional grain shares, tool rewards, or promotion opportunities; outstanding laborers, each village prioritizes their recommendation for the management team.”

“That’s all,” Louis stood up, dusting off his robe, “meeting adjourned.”

As he stepped out of the canvas meeting venue, the golden waves of wheat swayed gently in the wind, seemingly paying tribute to the harvest and decisions made.

Behind him, everyone stood up, their smiles impossible to hide, walking out one by one.

This was a departure after a victorious battle but seemed more like the beginning of a new Chapter.