Pokemon from Scratch

Another week passed.

The fruit of the tree is covered with blue orange fruits, and the faces of the busy fruit farmers are full of joy of harvest.

But in this season that should have been very busy, Uncle Darby and Aunt Irene did stand outside the orchard and looked at each other.

In the fruit forest at this time, walking grasses are shuttling through the forest. The leaves on their heads are as flexible as hands, and they can easily step on the fruit trees with their feet, and then pick the ripe orange fruits.

Now there are close to 150 walking grasses on the farm, and with their cooperation, the berries have been picked one by one.

Uncle Darby and Aunt Irene only need to organize the oranges and put them on the trailer, and then Iron Rhino will transport these fruits to the cellar of the farm for storage.

"These walking plants are quite capable." Uncle Darby opened his mouth, although he didn't say anything, in fact, he still didn't understand Ivan's raising so many walking plants.

Now, looking at the busy walking grass in the arena, his impression of the walking grass is much better, and he has to admit that these walking grass really helped a lot.

This is the simplest value displayed by the walking grasses. Ivan looked at this scene and chuckled in his heart. He said that elves are the primary productive force in this world.

It didn't take long for the mature orange fruits in the orchard to be picked by the walking grasses, and it was time to wait for the second wave of orange fruits to ripen.

After working on his own orchard, Aiwen took the walking grasses to the homes of other fruit farmers in the village. Seeing the walking grasses who could help pick the fruits, the fruit farmers were also pleasantly surprised.

"Okay, I should get busy too."

In the cellar of the farm, looking at the orange fruits piled up like hills, Ivan stretched his waist, planning to make all of these orange fruits into healing potions.

Ten times the income, he seems to have seen the scene of the gold coins filling the cellar.

Of course, it is too exaggerated to fill the cellar with gold coins, but after this winter, the berries in the entire Chengguo Village have been made into healing potions, and it is no problem to earn thousands of gold coins.

"With these gold coins, it should be enough to bear the consumption of the elves in the orchard." Ai Wen murmured, immediately full of motivation, and began to prepare the potion.

Now the walking grasses are only training the most basic hypnotic powder moves. All the potion materials come from the Black Forest. If you want to further train the walking grasses, thousands of gold coins may not be enough.

"Winter seems to be coming earlier this year than usual."

"The villagers of Shuguo Village seem to be having a hard time again."

Jonson, the tax collector of Lizhi City, stepped into Shiziguo Village, and sighed as he looked at the villagers who seemed to have no energy in the village.

In this territory, the farm belongs to the villagers, but the land is still owned by the lord, and the villagers only have the right to use the land.

Therefore, the villagers need to pay a certain amount of land rent to the lord every year.

The benevolent lord has already exempted a large part of the land rent, but it still seems a bit difficult for these fruit growers. After paying enough rent, there are not many gold coins left.

But there is no way around this. Recently, the income and expenditure in the territory are also very tight, and a certain amount of rent still needs to be collected, otherwise it will be difficult for the territory to maintain its operation.

After leaving Shizaiguo Village, Jonson rode the armored rhinoceros and headed for the next village along the way. There were several villages in a row, but the fruit harvest was not very good.

"The next step is Chengguo Village." Jonson glanced at the map and continued to move forward.

Originally, he thought that the situation in Chengguo Village should be similar, but looking at the smiling villagers from a distance, he froze for a moment. It seems that the harvest in Chengguo Village is not bad?

"Lord Jonson, you seem to have come later this year than in previous years." After getting the news, the village chief Darby came to the village entrance from afar to meet the tax collector.

Johnson nodded to Darby, thought for a while and asked, "How is the harvest in Chengguo Village this year?"

Hearing his question, the simple villagers looked at each other, grinned, and gave the answer with actions.

It seems that the harvest in Chengguo Village is really good, so should we reduce or exempt their land rent next? Johnson wondered, but since the lord explained it, he felt it was better to do business.

After welcoming Jonson to his home, Darby first made a cup of tea for Jonson, and then brought up the box he had already prepared and put it on the table.

This is really the most straightforward village chief I have ever seen. Jonson muttered in his heart, and then opened the wooden box, and saw a large number of gold coins in it. He counted it, and it was the same as the number of gold coins in previous years.

Seeing this, Jonson swallowed the words that had come to his lips, and suddenly felt a little troubled. Should he accept the gold coin or not?

"Master Jonson, count it, there is not a single gold coin missing." Darby said courteously.

Accept it first, and report to the lord at that time to see what the lord thinks. If you want to withdraw, I will just make another trip at that time. Jonson made a decision in his heart.

He closed the box calmly, nodded and said with a smile, "Of course I believe in Village Chief Darby."

After receiving enough rent, Jonson felt a little guilty, and wanted to leave when he got up.

But just when he expressed his desire to leave, he was stopped by Darby with a smile, which made Johnson's heart tense inexplicably, oops, it's better to follow the lord's wishes.

"Lord Jonson, I wonder if the lord accepts healing potions?" Looking at the tax collector in front of him, Darby rubbed his hands and smiled.

"Therapeutic Potion?"

Darby immediately nodded again, and said with some pride: "That's right, it's the healing potion, which was prepared by my nephew."

At this moment, Jonson was a little dazed again. Darby's nephew is a pharmacist?

"If it's really a healing potion, the lord will take it." After thinking for a while, Jonson nodded. Recently, the lord did issue an order to store supplies, and the healing potion is one of the most important supplies.

Darby heaved a sigh of relief when he heard Jonson say he was taking the healing potion.

During this time, Aiwen prepared a lot of healing potions relying on the harvested orange fruits.

Although I have already taken some to the pharmacist contact point in the city to sell, but it is impossible for the other party to eat such a large amount, so Ai Wen suggested to take the line of the lord directly.