Warhammer Survival Guide

Chapter 7 Special Advisor on Agriculture

Twenty percent.

Luo Wei made a mental estimate.

Current production is already at its limit.

Add another 20%, unless you work those farm workers to death, or turn the seeds into gold.

"The soil isn't fertile enough right now," Lowe said. "And there's a severe labor shortage."

"That's your problem," Alicia said coldly. "I'm giving you one month. If you can't come up with a plan to increase production, this appointment will be your death sentence."

"I need authorization," Rowe said. "Besides this advisor title, I also need authorization to mobilize the Mechanicus and the Defence Force."

"You can handle the Mechanicus yourself. As for the Defense Forces..."

Alicia took a necklace off her neck.

A black ring hung from the necklace.

She tossed the ring to Loewy.

"This is my personal keepsake. It can only be used once. Use it in the most crucial moment."

Loewe caught the ring.

It still carried a gentle body temperature.

Of course, there's also a faint body fragrance.

"clear."

"Get lost," Alicia waved her hand. "Don't disappoint me."

Luo Wei bowed and turned to leave.

As he reached the door, Alicia called out to him again.

"Love".

Luo Wei stopped walking.

"If you dare betray me..." Alicia's voice rang out behind him, "I will personally cut you into pieces. I'm not joking."

"I understand, sir."

Luo Wei pushed open the door and went out.

……

It was already past midnight when we got back to the Seventh Grain Depot.

Luo Wei did not return to the dormitory.

He went straight to the repair shop.

The M36 harvester has been completely repaired.

Several technical priests were surrounding it, as if they were looking at their own child.

Upon seeing Rowe enter, the leading priest, a fellow named Alpha, immediately came forward to greet him.

"Your Excellency, Advisor," Alpha said, his tone much more respectful than before.

The news spread very quickly.

The fact that Lowe was picked up by the governor's plane and then sent back could not be kept from those who were interested.

"How's the machine?" Luo Wei asked.

"It's running perfectly, and efficiency has increased by fifteen percent." Alpha pointed to a pile of scrap metal next to him. "We're modifying two more machines according to your blueprints."

"Very good." Luo Wei pulled a sketch from his pocket and slammed it on the table. "Now, I want you to make something new."

Alpha leaned over and took a look.

The drawing shows a strange device.

It's somewhat like a blender, with a complex piping system at the bottom.

"What is this?"

"Deep fermentation tanks," Rowe said.

"Fermenting what?"

"The corpse."

Alpha's electronic eye flashed.

"Ferment the corpse's starch again?"

"No. It's the parts that can't be made into starch." Luo Wei pointed to the core components on the blueprint.

"Bones, internal organs, and the corpses of those mutated creatures. The current method of disposal is simply incineration, which is too wasteful."

"I want you to break them up, add acid and special bacteria, and ferment them into a high-concentration liquid fertilizer."

This is the "bio-liquid fertilizer" technology that Luo Wei saw in an agricultural magazine in his previous life.

In this world, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call this technique "heretical alchemy".

"Does this... conform to the doctrine?" Alpha hesitated.

"This is to make the land more fertile, so that more food can be grown to offer to the Emperor," Lowe explained. "Would the Emperor refuse such an offering?"

Alpha thought for a second.

"The logic makes sense," he said. "We need the materials."

"I have the materials," Rowe said. "The morgue in the lower district is full of unclaimed corpses, and there are also mutated rats from the bottom of the hive. I need you to make ten of these jars, and finish them within three days."

"Three days is too tight."

"I have the governor's ring." Lowe held up the black ring in his hand and shook it.

"I can mobilize the defense forces to help you move materials, and I can also mobilize machine operators from other workshops."

Upon seeing the ring, Alpha's attitude immediately changed.

"Three days, no problem."

……

For the next three days, the Seventh Grain Depot was turned into a construction site.

Lo Wei was not idle.

Holding the letter of appointment as Special Agricultural Advisor, he turned the entire granary upside down.

He dismissed all the overseers who only knew how to chant scriptures and replaced them with skilled workers who had some technical knowledge.

He redesigned the flow of the irrigation canals.

He even personally led a group to the sewers to catch the mutated rats.

As for Case, he has not shown up at all.

He hid in his office like a frightened fat pig.

He knew that Lowe was now the governor's favorite, so he dared not make any open moves.

But he was not idle either.

He is waiting.

Wait for Lo Wei to make a mistake.

If Rowe messes up, the governor will kill Rowe without him having to lift a finger.

Fourth day.

Ten enormous metal cans stood upright in the open space behind the granary.

The jar was churning with a nauseating green liquid that smelled even stronger than corpse starch.

Lowe stood in front of the jar, holding a test stick in his hand.

He dipped the test stick into the liquid, stirred it, and then took it out.

The test stick turned dark purple.

It has extremely high nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium content.

It became.

"Start spraying," Rowe ordered.

Dozens of modified water trucks drove into the wheat field.

Green liquid was sprayed onto the barren land.

The wheat, which was originally somewhat withered and yellow, seemed to tremble slightly after coming into contact with the liquid fertilizer.

Of course, the effects won't be immediate.

This is just the first step.

Loewe has a second step.

He cast his gaze toward the distant depths of the Nest City.

Millions of "useless people" live there.

They had no jobs, no food, and could only survive by scavenging garbage and eating rats.

They were a burden in the eyes of the empire.

However, in Luo Wei's eyes, they were just a source of labor.

"Alpha," Rowe shouted.

"exist."

"I need you to make a batch of simple tools." Rowe drew a diagram on the ground: "Long-handled sickles, an extended version, and this kind of backpack-style harvesting frame."

"For the machine servants?"

"For human use."

Loe turned and walked toward the defense force's camp.

He wants to recruit an army.

An army that fights only to eat.

……

Defense Forces Garrison.

The commander here is a one-eyed man named Buck.

He was sitting on an ammunition box, cleaning his gun.

When Luo Wei came in, he didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Special advisor on agriculture?" Buck scoffed. "This is a military camp. Not a place for you clerks to run wild."

Lowe slammed the governor's ring onto the ammunition box.

Buck stopped.

His gaze immediately turned serious.

"Did the governor send you?"

"I need to borrow troops," Rowe said.

"How much do you want to borrow?"

"Two companies. Grab your weapons. Follow me to the lower level."

"What for? To suppress a riot?"

"Go recruit workers."

Buck paused for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Recruiting workers? Bringing guns to recruit workers? Are you afraid those lowly people won't work?"

"I'm afraid they'll fight tooth and nail over it." Rowe put away the ring.

"I need to recruit 50,000 temporary farm laborers, but I have no food to give them. This is all I have."

Luo Wei pointed behind him.

Several servants carried in a batch of barrels.

It was filled with green, diluted liquid fertilizer.

"What is this?" Buck frowned.

"This is hope," Rowe said. "Tell them that as long as they come to work, they'll get two pieces of corpse starch every day. Those who perform well will get this 'nutrient solution'."