"The food produced by human beings this year is enough for them in the coming year. This is a situation where the output of reclaimed wasteland is not good. Next year's output will be better, but there will also be new immigrants moving in, and the current food policy will continue. maintain."
Snorri muttered as he wrote that finding food and work for his people was his main job. "The railway construction has started. Technical difficulties need to be solved for the first short section. The subsequent construction should be smoother and smoother."
"The training of disciples, well, is still in the theoretical learning stage, so there is no need to worry about laying a solid foundation. The establishment of the West Factory has already taken shape. Andermg has found a few full-time personnel and is developing offline in various taverns and villages."
"There has been no new breakthrough in diplomatic relations. The Southland is either not negotiated or has been negotiated. But I think there will be changes soon. Linghu Zhengde and the others returned to Cathay after traveling around the old world. According to them, It's about time..."
While Snorri was sitting busy in Karak-Zun's office, in the far east, across the vast ocean that the Cathayans called the Blue Sea or the Far Sea, a huge and prosperous building stood on the east side of the Cathay continent. City.
This is Fuzhou City, the capital of the eastern provinces of Cathay. Everyone who is lucky enough to have been here believes that it is one of the largest international cities in the world, comparable to Marienburg, Lothern, Shangyang, etc.
Under the towering city wall, even though it was already the twelfth lunar month of winter, ships were still coming and going in the ice-free harbor of Wubo Lake, and a few navy sterns with green sails shuttled among them to maintain order. Governor Yanglong Yinyin led the dragon fleet to sit here, and no one dared to cause trouble here.
In the city, there are lanterns and colorful lights everywhere, creating a festive atmosphere for the New Year. Thousands of lights flickered on and off. There is a constant flow of traffic, pedestrians are jostling one after another, and the sound of hawking is endless. In addition to human beings, there are many traces of alien races on the street, but there seems to be no conflict at all, and there is an atmosphere of peace everywhere.
Cathay people have an obsessive-compulsive obsession with the balance of yin and yang, and cannot tolerate even a slight deviation; accordingly, if they can successfully maintain the balance of yin and yang and achieve the so-called peace, all actions will be more positive.
Some people think that peace and harmony are everything to the Cathay dynasty. In addition to the happiness of the people and their unswerving loyalty, in military thinking, Cathay generals often use yin and yang to describe different aspects of various battlefield elements, such as long-range firepower and The perfect combination of solid defense.
Suddenly, the peace seemed to be broken, as a flying creature shot from the sky at an extremely fast speed.
"Who trespasses into Fuzhou airspace!"
Seeing that the guy was about to approach the tower of Fuzhou City, two sky lanterns rose up. This is a flying war machine like a hot air balloon. These sky lanterns are lifted by the caged Suzaku, relying on its burning wings to make the huge balloon soar into the sky.
A strong general poked his head out from the cabin of the sky lantern and roared. Several crane gunmen behind him aimed at the intruder with their deadly weapons fixed under the sky lantern.
"I am the messenger from Kuaiji City, and I have an urgent report to the foreign dragon case!"
The messenger reined in his mount in mid-air. What he was riding was actually a brightly colored dragon horse with two wings on its ribs and two horns on its head. This man and his horse were wearing heavy armor, but they were still very fast.
"It's actually a dragon delivering the letter!"
When the general guarding the gate saw the giant dragon and horse cavalry, he curled his lips and muttered. Although dragon sons are rare, they have existed for a long time after all, so there are many dragon descendants born from them in the Cathay Kingdom.
These dragonborn usually hold high positions, not only out of respect for their bloodline, but also because of the power brought by the dragonborn body. As a result, they will incur the jealousy and resentment of some upper-class mortals.
Those dragonborn who have not yet achieved prominence or who prefer to fight for honor among the heavenly armies become dragonriders. Dragon-horses that also have the blood of dragons will only be allowed to be ridden by dragonborn.
"Hmph, go in and fly higher for Sajia. Don't disturb the people. You can't afford to interfere with the order of yin and yang!"
The guard waved his hand and the two sky lanterns moved left and right to make way for a passage. The rider slapped the dragon and horse, and they quickly climbed up, passing over the towers, and headed straight for the palace in the city.
"Zong Ji has an order, send a messenger!"
"Zong Ji has an order, send a messenger!"
The gates opened one after another for the first time. The Dragonborn rider dismounted, took off the information bucket from the back of his mount and walked quickly in with his head slightly lowered. The guards holding halberds along the way caught his eye.
These people are the Celestial Dragon Guards, who basically only appear next to the dragons. They wear the most sophisticated equipment of the Cathay Empire - the Celestial Swords and Armor forged by the Quinlan Workshop.
"Send it up!"
The messenger quickly passed through the three-story gate. He stopped in front of the final hall, and a clear voice came from inside.
"yes!"
The messenger knelt down with a bang, holding the letter in both hands, and a graceful maid in silk clothes took it.
"Linghu Zhengde? I have heard that there is nothing extraordinary about him, but the clinker has such courage! The reports in the past are not true." Qingyue's female voice seemed to be asking her right and left.
"Back to Zongji, Linghuqing is from Shanyin. He was born in the army and was promoted to the fifth rank of Governor of Transportation through accumulated merit." The female officer's voice sounded loud and clear with the help of the echo on the wall.
"Where are they?" Yinyin asked.
"Lord Linghu was eager to return, but there was a storm on the way and the ship was damaged. He is still resting in Kuaiji."
"Instruct him to come to the front of the palace quickly... Well, this is a serious matter, so I should go there in person! Pass on my orders, and the guards will accompany you!"
The sound of Yanglong was like the sudden surge of waves in the sea, becoming quite majestic. As soon as he finished speaking, a woman wearing a mixed green and blue skirt walked out of the hall.
The dragonborn who delivered the message quickly lowered his head, but the young man still raised his eyes to secretly look at the master of Weidong Province.
"Water water moistens and fire dries it. This is the way of yin and yang!"
Yinyin looked up at the sky, and thick dark clouds seemed to appear in the sky with her gaze.
"It's raining, it's raining!"
"Collect your clothes!"
The messenger could hear the sounds of the residents in Fuzhou City seeing the sudden change in the sky. "Boom!" Violent thunder rang out immediately afterwards.
"ah!"
This is exactly what "Yellow-mouthed boy, how can you hear the sound of thunder?" When the messenger was stunned, the woman disappeared, and a true dragon, also blue, appeared in the air.
"Ouch!"
Transforming into the dragon form, Yinyin seemed to have shed some kind of restraint. She let out a long dragon roar and rose into the clouds with her head and tail wagging. A group of giant dragon and horse cavalry also took off, and they flew straight towards the south.
"thump!"
The messenger breathed a sigh of relief, and he sat down on the ground, already shaky under the dragon's power.
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