The sunlight comes in through the window and shines on the open space in front of the desk, making the whole room very bright. The smooth wooden floor makes a lovely creaking sound when it is stepped on, and walking up barefoot after it is hot is even more enjoyable. However, the sun in Atas is too bright and red, which makes people feel a little uncomfortable, so a carpet should be laid.

Tyrion retracted his gaze and no longer stared at the dust floating in the air. He ended his short rest time and picked up a quill to continue writing on parchment. The statistics from Gardener Dragon were very detailed, which was very useful for stating production and making immigration settlement plans. Every time he saw the numbers on the paper, Tyrion felt shocked. He had never seen such a strong grain production capacity. The entire Great Strike Sand Wasteland is still in an expansion state, with production capacity only one quarter of the stable state, and these are enough to feed the entire Westeros population if there is no need to worry about the taste of the food.

"With so much food, the world is peaceful." Tyrion adjusted the cushion behind him to make himself more comfortable. His study, and even the entire building where he lived and worked, all the furniture and facilities took into account his height and body shape, and everything was reduced and shorter. The only thing that became bigger was Tyrion's bed. Not to mention sleeping with a dwarf, sleeping with three ocean horses at the same time was enough.

This matter cannot be explained in detail, because Tyrion is still living alone and enjoys rare tranquility and safety, and all of this is due to the strong sound insulation effect of the study. Since the furniture and utensils here are small and adapted to his size, they are particularly loved by Gardener Long. They are not tall and their arms are not long enough. Gardener Long regards this as their playground and rest area, and will come here as long as they are not in the main house. Make some drinks and snacks by themselves, gather in the kitchen and dining room, sit on small chairs, shaking their feet, chatting about messy things, and spend an afternoon or evening.

It is not possible to disturb the owner, this is the consensus of the "invader". Therefore, when Tyrion left the study to find something to eat or simply go to the toilet, Gardener Long immediately transformed the conversation into a silent Z-worm radio station (spiritual communication). Tyrion likes Gardener Long running around in his room. On the one hand, they will not interfere with their work, and on the other hand, they are all cute, making the house full of vitality.

The knock on the door sounded. It must be that the little guys, Gardener Long, could use his young fingers to poke the door lock to open any room, and would not knock on the door at all.

Focus on your mind, but don’t stare at the door handle. It’s not the gaze that opens the door, but the supernatural powers. Tyrion reminds herself while reacting quickly. The door of the study opened, and Zhao Mai and his group walked in. The long-lost Chilia sat in a wheelchair, and her whole body trembled due to pain. However, she still blinked at Tyrion, saying that she was fine and didn’t have to worry. Tyrion jumped up immediately.

"Don't be busy. The gardener dragon has already given instructions. Don't rush to prepare all kinds of things. We walked downstairs to discuss things. We knew that you have the most gardener dragons and there is a kitchen, so we came and have a rest. Cialia's eyes cannot bask in the sun for a long time. What are you busy with?"

Tyrion did not care about Zhao Mai’s problem, but ran to Chilia to take a closer look at her. “All the surgery is done? How long will it take for her to recover?”

"I guess it will take a month and a half to fully recover. But in a week she will be able to use her arms to operate the wheelchair, and in about three weeks she will be able to walk slowly with a crutch." Zhao Mai said: "I am here to remind you that she can speak. Although her throat and tongue will hurt when she speaks, don't use your spiritual power to talk to her to save trouble, that will damage her spirit."

"Don't worry, I know what to do with her look, a smart person like me, haha." Tyrion patted Chiriya's hand: "Just get through, it will get better and better in the future!"

"I'm here to find you and have some serious business." Zhao Mai used his spiritual power to pull up a few chairs, sat down for Shatili and Dogian, and then told Tyrion about the request for help from Tesian. "I think the same as Dogian thought, and we think that the matter in Tesian should not be solved by us. There is no problem in cracking down on theft, and it is not appropriate to provide them with legion mushrooms."

"I think I should give them. How much does Taisian cost? Fifty tons? One hundred and fifty tons." Tyrion said in a surprising way. "I actually agree with your original theory that too many legion mushrooms will destroy agriculture, so now you have to start controlling the quantity and reducing planting. I have to say that the growth ability of this crop is really too strong."

"Did you forget that there is another world that will move here? I'm afraid I don't eat enough."

"You and Dogian are both kind and good people, so the data prepared are calculated based on full food. If you really want to protect agriculture, you have to calculate it based on starvation." Tyrion said: "Gardener Long reported that in another week, the entire Xilan that hits the sand wasteland will be connected. In addition to expansion, it is to start cultivating various plants and improving the climate and environment of the entire region. Welcoming Alda's immigration has already met the conditions, and you will be very busy next. Give the Legion mushrooms to Taixi'an, liberate your time and do more important things, which is the most advantageous. You don't have to spend so much energy in a Tyr city."

"According to the calculation that cannot be starved, is this standard too low?"

"Not low. Legion bread provides all the nutrients, so it supports life better than any other food. What is the word called? Malnutrition! Without malnutrition, the standards can be further reduced. Don't forget that people from Arda will also bring some food, and you have to take this into account."

"It seems you are confident." Dogian praised Tyrion, then looked at Zhao Mai: "How did you decide?"

Zhao Mai did not make a decision immediately, but extended his hand to Tyrion: "You said I will do a lot of things next and will be very busy? What are the specifics? Have you made plans?"

"That's right." Tyrion turned around and took a paper stick from the table. It was about as long as a baseball bat, and the thin paper rolled tightly and tightly. "According to the map drawn by the gardener dragon and the watchdog, I marked a lot of things on it. The entire Great Impact Sand Wasteland will be a city, and your work is quite heavy. Adjustment, construction, coordination and transformation, and of course, continue to expand, it is all your own business. Z worms are you, you are Z worms, and others can't do this."

Zhao Mai opened the huge map and used his spiritual power to hold it into the air. Everyone came over to see it curiously, including Cialia. The dense small words, some of them used more parchment to patch the map and gave detailed explanations. Everyone praised Tyrion's rigorous thinking and lofty plans. If they had not had enough understanding of planning and urban construction, it would be impossible to achieve this step.

On one corner of the map, a place is drawn with a red circle and marked with "Dragon Emperor". Compared to it, Tyr City, Taixi'an or some hoarding merchants are not considered a big deal.

"One hundred and fifty tons are enough, right?" Zhao Mai said to Tyrion: "I will let the worm prepare it for you."
Chapter completed!