Lord of Winter: Beginning with Daily Intelligence - Chapter 476 - 299: Agricultural Technology Revolution

Chapter 476: Chapter 299: Agricultural Technology Revolution

The spring sunlight shone on the valley. The snowline had just receded, and the permafrost beneath still carried a moist chill.

The air was a mix of scents, with the overturned black soil carrying the fragrance of moist grass, and the slightly acidic smell of bone fertilizer wafting through the breeze, mingled with the warmth of cooking smoke.

The carriage wheels creaked slightly over the gravel, slowly coming to a stop beside the main road.

After the meeting, Louis didn’t rush back to Red Tide Main City but chose to stay and see with his own eyes if the numbers he heard at the meeting were indeed true.

Some things cannot be understood through a few pages of accounts and a meeting alone.

The importance of Mai Lang Territory now surpasses any other domain within the Red Tide Territory; it is the future granary of the Northern Territory, the lifeline for hundreds of thousands of beings.

Therefore, the next morning, he took Green and personally embarked on the inspection journey.

Whether it was the new farming techniques, the magical beast breeding, or those experimental fields that were not yet mature, only by seeing them with his own eyes could he be at ease.

Louis got off the carriage and squinted into the distance.

Tens of thousands of farmers were working between the furrows, their shouts rising and falling, and the clinking of iron plows and spades sounded incessantly.

Green, holding a stack of thick sheepskin account books, walked beside Louis, with Mike following behind, his face barely concealing a proud smile.

“Lord, this area is the core farmland. Most of the new varieties we experimented with last year are here,” Green reported softly as he walked. “Thirty percent of the land here is covered by geothermal irrigation pipelines, with a germination rate twelve percentage points higher than expected.”

“Mm.” Louis nodded slightly, bending down to part a cluster of seedlings at his feet, the black soil was moist, and the roots were deeply entrenched.

The surrounding farmers had long noticed the arrival of the great lord.

They didn’t rush over immediately, as no one dared to disturb the young Red Tide Lord.

However, the hoeing men, who were already working quickly, suddenly began turning the soil with nearly three times the strength, striking six times per second.

The young water carriers ran swiftly, as if the wind was beneath their feet, even the rhythm of the distant shouting was quickened by a beat.

Of course, people still couldn’t help but occasionally glance at Louis, their eyes carrying fervent light, as if looking at the Savior.

“Is that really the lord?” a newly arrived farmer whispered to his companion, not stopping his hand on the plow.

“Shh, don’t talk carelessly! Stand up straight and do the work neatly.” An old farmer beside him gently rebuked, but his eyes couldn’t help but steal a glance over.

Louis noticed their gazes, smiled gently, and stepped towards the nearest furrow.

“The soil is turned well,” he said softly.

The farmer’s hand, which was gripping the spade, tightened suddenly, his face flushed red, and after stammering for a long time, he squeezed out a sentence: “Th-thank you, lord!”

“Keep up the good work.” Louis patted his calloused shoulder, then turned and left.

The farmer stood there stiffly until Louis had walked far away, then suddenly raised his sleeve to wipe his eyes.

“We can’t embarrass the lord,” he took a deep breath, lowered his head again, and wielded the spade with even more vigor.

At the end of the furrow, a newly constructed geothermal irrigation well stood quietly, its mouth covered by a thick metal disc, with a faint mist of water clinging to its surface, a hint of warmth seeping out.

Louis walked over slowly, his boots sinking lightly into the wet, soft black soil. He squinted slightly, touched the metal disc with his fingertips, and could feel the subtle temperature fluctuations.

Green, still holding the thick sheepskin account books, stood nearby with a slightly proud tone in his voice:

“Lord, this is the geothermal pipe concept you proposed back then, and now it’s the third-generation system.

Shallow geothermal water is introduced into the fields through double-layered pipes, maintaining the surface temperature at three degrees above zero, making frost no longer a threat.

The craftsmen will rework the pipes twice, rearranging them for more controlled heat distribution, avoiding cooking half the seedlings as they did initially.

We can now even artificially adjust the water temperature, raising the field temperature in advance when necessary to hasten crop maturation.

If all goes well, this year’s first batch of young wheat on the northern slopes will be harvested two weeks earlier than in previous years.”

Louis listened quietly, lowered his head, and stirred a small pinch of moist black soil, revealing just sprouted green shoots.

“They’re maturing much faster than I expected…”

He remembered that his initial idea was merely a crude replication of “geothermal heating,” at most introducing heat into the soil to prevent frost damage and enable early incubation.

Unexpectedly, within just a few years, these craftsmen and farmers had refined the initial idea into a complete system: heat zoning, temperature control valves, deep and shallow double-layer conduits, far more sophisticated than he had imagined.

They were no longer merely following Louis’ orders but were creating their own agricultural technology in the Northern Territory.

However, Louis quickly pulled his thoughts back, his gaze scanning the well’s mouth, frowning slightly: “However, Green.”

Green immediately stood up straight: “Sir, please instruct.”

“The maintenance of the metal disc and the valve at the well’s mouth must be more frequent.” Louis pointed to the edge of the well.

“Though the heat is adjustable, if the pipes accumulate too many minerals or if the seals age and fail, it will lead to local soil compaction. A massive hardening would ruin the entire land.”

Green nodded seriously: “Understood, sir.”

He turned and instructed the accompanying farming record officer: “From today, prioritize wellhead inspection and pipe maintenance to the top of the list. Patrol and check daily, no mistakes allowed.”