How to Survive in the Roanoke Colony-Chapter 195: The Birth of Fertile Mine (2)

"Of course."

See? Everyone was indeed bored. Volunteers are appearing so quickly...

"We volunteer too!"

"Would it be okay to live here entirely?"

"I can do well too! Just leave it to me!"

"Uh... pardon?"

Suddenly, Scottish people begin to volunteer like a swarm of bees.

About... 300 to 400 people?

What.

Why so many?

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'I was just killing time at the local brewery anyway... should I just go there?'

It seemed no worse than making a living selling alcohol from the brewery. No, it seemed even better since the Nameless One himself promised compensation.

That means it's an important task in this community and there will be good profit.

Andrew glanced at his wife beside him, and they simultaneously raised their hands.

"Uh... I'll take you too. Do you work at the brewery?"

Hearing His voice, Andrew became greatly excited.

"Yes! I work there. I'm familiar with handling complex machinery or whatever is needed!"

Interest flickered across His face. He nodded.

Like Andrew, many people abandoned the dream of becoming landowners to find different paths. Especially among the Scottish.

Most of them were familiar with factory work, handling distillers and managing malt at the brewery.

Most of them rushed to Kin Issei, seeking opportunities.

Eventually, Kin Issei, unable to resist the wave of requests, appointed over 300 Scottish people as mine workers and managers.

It wasn't a bad recruitment rate. No, it exceeded the target.

The enthusiastic volunteers soon finished preparations to move their belongings and cabins. Within days, tents appeared below the mine, and soon another village split from Glenaingeal formed.

They elected a parliamentarian among themselves, then approached Kin Issei, asking him to name the village.

Then the 'Nameless One' spoke.

"...Then, let's call it 'Fertile Mine (Mèinn torrach)'."

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Clang! Clang!

Bump.

Screech.

Sounds of tightening, oiling, and hammering alternate, then soon fade.

As technicians move back and forth signaling, the chief technician nods to the Knight.

The Knight climbs onto the well-maintained tractor and grips the controls. As the gate opens, the tractor slowly pulls its heavy body outside.

The tractor makes various loud noises. The sounds of metal against metal, gears engaging, steam escaping, scare away nearby birds.

And soon, an accompaniment that shakes the ground adds to this chorus of fire and steel, as something approaches the tractor.

"Sir Powell! Are you going out now? How do you plan to alternate with Sir Hind?"

It's squires riding horses, waving the Knight Brigade's flags. When chief squire Iam Buckner, who is close to obtaining a Knight's license, calls out, Powell nods and says:

"Yes! Sir Hind asked me to cover his duties just for today. Today I'm in charge of land reclamation and sowing! Iam, Francis! Go ahead and 'clear' the planned reclamation site!"

As soon as the Knight's order falls, Iam and Francis immediately charge forward on their horses. All are wearing simple protective gear and holding weapons.

It might seem excessive. After all, Knights are just farmers. One might think there's no reason to equip weapons and mount horses when they're not going to war like Knights.

Growl...

"To the left! If you drive that wolf pack to the left, I'll lure them toward the pit!"

"Good. Francis? Here, take the musket!"

Bang! Rat-tat!

But alligators swarm in America's wetlands, and wolves and buffalo roam fiercely in forests and fields.

Just as medieval lords and knights protected their people by hunting not only humans but also beasts, they expanded fields by chasing wolves and various animals in the American wilderness.

Bang!

Plus, the fur obtained in the process also returned as a nice side income.

But of course, driving out beasts was also the most dangerous job, so the most skilled and experienced squires took charge of it.

While the two squires who drove out all the animals from the planned reclamation site wait, the tractor escorted by other squires soon arrives along the road.

Fuel-in-charge squire Eric carried water containers and coal, and equipment-in-charge squire Edward transported various implements by cart.

Thud!

Clatter! Clatter!

Meanwhile, Iam leads other squires in planting flags around the planned reclamation site and connecting them with ropes.

They measure the distance and area between them, designating which land will fall under whose ownership.

After driving away animal herds, parceling the land, and preparing the tractor, Knight Sir Powell finally grips the controls and begins to move.

Bump! Bump!

Behind the tractor, sharp disk plows cut weed roots and crush soil particles, gradually softening the rough land.

Steam tractors, by their nature, are not easy to control in terms of speed and direction. Accordingly, Sir Powell moved along the optimal route he had planned in his head, plowing the field.

In between, fuel-in-charge squire Eric filled the boiler room with water, and as soon as the plowing was finished, equipment-in-charge squire Edward, who had been inspecting the seeder, attached it to the back of the tractor and moved again.

In this way, with just one Knight and five or six squires moving briefly, about 5 hectares of land was seeded.

That alone was an area about three or four times the size of the farm site that was transported with Kin Issei.

In this manner, during February 1605, for one month, they cultivated hundreds of hectares.

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An area hundreds of times larger than Kin Issei's farm.

All the work of leveling the soil, sowing seeds, plowing weeds, applying fertilizer and water was handled by just the personnel at the stronghold, including 2 Knights.

The personnel at Stronghold 17 numbered about 20, including Knights, technicians, and squires.

Just 20 people.