Ten days later, more than three thousand bison were distributed to the residents of the city of dawn.
Under the strength of Reed, the city of Dawn has evolved from human farming to cattle farming in just half a month, and the production efficiency has grown wildly under the tools of the blacksmith shop.
Reed is actually very surprised at the duality of glory. On the one hand, it is the highly developed magic and the low productivity on the other.
It seems that the two worlds of elites and civilians are not related to each other.
Magic belongs to the elite aristocracy, and the civilians in the underground are completely without regular meetings.
This huge difference has caused a split in the entire glorious society. Even under the huge gap between the rich and the poor on the earth, the technological innovations brought by the upper strata can bring convenience to the lower strata.
But this world is completely absent. Commoners are a group of forgotten people whose role is only to provide resources to the upper-class nobles.
And when the nobles had absolute power, these civilians could not resist.
They can only be exploited by the nobles from generation to generation, and they will not stop until they become a member of the noble collective or completely lose their heritage.
Of course, although Reed was surprised by this social phenomenon, he also knew that he did not have the power to leverage the social rules that have been operating in the glory world for perhaps millions of years.
Unless he becomes the creator god, power is truth
The distribution of bison caused quite a stir in the city of Dawn.
Jike, who was assigned a strong bull, was very satisfied with this. At this time, he was feeding the cows by the side of the cowshed built with turf overnight.
Reaching out for the bull with two curved horns, Jike showed off to Anthony.
"Anthony, have you seen it? These beasts are not beasts. As long as you give him enough food, they will get close to you soon."
After speaking, he took a pile of grass from the basket of grass he had just cut and fed it to the alert bull.
Moo~
The bull gave a long cry and sniffed the grass with his nose, perhaps because he was hungry and could not care too much. The long tongue directly rolled the grass into his mouth.
It crunched.
After the bison finished eating a basket of grass, the look in Jike's eyes immediately softened a lot, without the vigilance just now.
Anthony glanced at Jike with some admiration when he saw this scene, "Uncle Jike, you are amazing."
Jike chuckled, his face full of pride.
"When I was young, I used to raise war horses for aristocratic masters. These animals seem to have no wisdom, but they are actually shrewd."
Anthony nodded, but his eyes were a little erratic when looking at the bison, and he looked absent-minded.
Jike keenly noticed that Anthony's mood was a little low, and stretched out the gray callused right hand to pat his shoulder.
"It's been so long, haven't you come out yet?
Didn't it mean that he didn't get two hundred, didn't it mean he didn't get the quota to become the Holy Light Blood Race?
What's the big deal? Didn't you still get 5 points?
Hey, points are really a good thing. You don't need to queue up for shopping during this time. You don't know the envy of those people.
