Chapter 11: Goblin Terminator

Guano stone—or rather, the geological combination of seabird droppings and coastal minerals—contained large amounts of nitrogen and phosphorus, making it a natural fertilizer.

Baron Kaibuli certainly wouldn’t recognize this stuff as excrement, so naturally, he wouldn’t stop her from playing with it.

Now she just had to wait for the ground-up guano to be scattered onto the soil, letting her two experimental plots experience a surge in yield and quietly amaze everyone!

She had checked the previous yields for Fafnir wheat, which were basically around 100 to 150 jin per mu.

However, the average yield fluctuated around 100; 150 was only achieved when the land was fertile and the weather was good.

According to her conservative estimate, using a natural phosphorus fertilizer like guano would increase production by at least fifty percent.

Coupled with deep plowing from the new horse-drawn heavy plows, it should increase the final yield by about 80%.

Actually, she wanted to say it would double, but she felt that keeping expectations a bit lower wasn’t a bad thing.

Agriculture was the most important matter of this era, and Kaibuli couldn’t just let her mess around with it, which Su Na could understand.

To be honest, what she wanted to do seemed quite bold to outsiders, as she intended to do much more than just simple composting.

She planned to change the current two-field system to a three-field system, implement deep plowing and fertilization, plant soybeans for soil nitrogen fixation, and use ridge-and-furrow crop rotation.

At the same time, she was extensively gathering plants that could be used as green manure and fermenting concentrated waste; it was a comprehensive reform from the inside out.

Furthermore, it would take at least a year to see the results.

Would anyone be willing to take that risk in her position?

With a yield of only a hundred or so jin of grain, farmers would thank the heavens if the remaining forty percent—left over after all taxes—was enough to keep their families from starving; they didn’t have the slightest capital to gamble on the “future” she spoke of.

Su Na needed at least an experimental field to serve as an example before she would have the capital to sit down with Kaibuli and discuss these matters, let alone convince the farmers of the various manors.

As for the use of the shells…

At the edge of the manor, an area was being built with great enthusiasm, where a large number of cleared wooden stakes were being driven deep into the ground to form a perimeter wall.

Inside the area, hundreds of physically strong commoners conscripted by the Lord followed the hunters’ lead, dumping cartloads of goblin corpses into flowing pools for a simple cleaning.

Not far away on the riverbank, over a dozen people were rhythmically stepping on wooden pedals to draw river water into the channels.

The goblins killed previously had been burned to fertilize the land because there was no equipment to utilize them, but these goblin corpses were “freshly slaughtered” and hadn’t even cooled down completely.

The hunters waited skillfully nearby for the workers to move the goblins in front of them, cutting an artery with a knife to collect the green blood into buckets below, then expertly deboning the carcasses.

Buckets of cleaned meat were continuously sent to oversized iron pots that were steaming with heat to be boiled for oil extraction.

The dried meat, with most of its fat extracted, would then be sent back to be ground into coarse dregs—along with unwanted limbs and blood—by giant millstones pulled by teams of horses.

This material would be collected, dried at high temperatures, and loaded onto transport wagons to be sent to various livestock breeding points.

The livestock belonging to the farmers, which had previously been raised free-range—cows, sheep, chickens, and pigs—had been gathered by category for concentrated breeding.

These animals were essentially the property of the Fafnir family.

The farmers were only responsible for raising them and received a certain portion of the output in return, so Su Na encountered no resistance in centralizing these animals.

However, Su Na did not let these farm women lose their extra source of income; she merely guided them toward formalized breeding, as there was no longer a shortage of feed.

The collected fat was cooled and mixed with overnight-filtered wood ash to sit.

They waited for the shells, calcined at high temperatures with charcoal, to be removed from the kiln, ground into powder, and mixed with coarse salt into large wooden vats.

Two strong laborers grunted as they worked hard to rotate the solution inside the vats.

The liquid inside the vats gradually became turbid as it was stirred, and the color grew lighter and lighter until it finally turned a beautiful, snowy white.

Su Na watched the successful saponification reaction and nodded slightly.

If one didn’t tell them, no matter who looked at this beautiful, snow-white substance, they would never in their wildest dreams imagine it came from filthy goblins.

“Alright, that’s enough; pour it all into the molds and let it sit for three days—just make sure it doesn’t get rained on.”

Upon hearing this, the villagers shouted in unison:

“Understood, Miss!”

After this goblin attack incident took a turn for the better, the favorability of the residents in the Fafnir Territory toward Su Na had increased significantly.

They were naturally very happy that the future Lord could achieve practical results even before succeeding to the title.

After all, anyone could see that it was now unlikely for goblins to cause them trouble in the future.

Furthermore, she had led them in producing charcoal, which was more resistant to burning than wood, and generously promised to purchase wood without limit in the future, which could be exchanged for charcoal.

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