Chapter 325: Chapter 234: Post-Disaster Issues 3

“Currently, the reduced rations can sustain us for fifteen days, after which we will start to go hungry…” he frowned deeply.

“Fortunately, the Calvin Clan has promised to send aid grain. Though it’s not abundant, at least it won’t let people starve to death.”

Bradley stood by, softly adding, “However, Sir, that bit of grain is only enough to keep us alive. If we want the people to have a decent winter, we’ll need to think of other ways.”

Louis paused briefly on the paper, then wrote the second line:

“Plan A: Open up greenhouse farming, initiate the Red Tide geothermal trial planting plan.”

A glimmer of light shone in his eyes.

As early as last year, he had experimented with geothermal greenhouse cultivation in the Red Tide Territory. Although it was just a small-scale experiment, the results were surprisingly good.

The earth veins were stable, the soil was suitable, and with the addition of geothermal temperature control, they actually managed to harvest a batch of grain in winter.

“If that whole system can be promoted, even in winter, we can grow food.”

Louis paused his pen for a moment and added, “The geothermal mapping of Red Tide awaits review. The engineering team and geologists are to jointly construct the greenhouse framework. Objective: begin construction of the first batch of test sites within three days, recruit refugee labor teams, and exchange work for food.”

He looked up at Bradley, his gaze becoming resolute.

“These people… cannot just be ’harbored’; they need to become a part of Red Tide Territory. Let them work, farm, and eat what they grow themselves; it will give them peace of mind.”

Bradley nodded slightly, “A good arrangement, Sir. There is plenty of land now, waiting for people to farm.”

“Even in poverty, we cannot rely solely on charity,” Louis said softly.

He was well aware that if the refugees developed a dependency on ’waiting for handouts,’ no amount of warehouse stock could sustain them through the winter.

And involving them in the rebuilding process not only saves labor and food but also restores their dignity to survive.

He wrote down: “The workpoint system reinstatement, allowing work time to be exchanged for food during winter, re-enacting Red Tide’s charitable farming law. Let them know they are not ’pitied’ and sheltered, but because they are willing and capable, they deserve to live in Red Tide.”

He picked up the pen and wrote the third item.

“Plan B: Through the Calvin Commerce Association, exchange Demon Marrow Gold Coins for grain, for urgent allocation.”

“Exchanging coins for food is ultimately better than starving to death,” Louis murmured.

Seated next to him, Bradley slightly nodded in agreement, “Indeed, that is one way. After all, the foundation we’ve built over these years is… not too thin.”

“Besides Demon Marrow, we are now selling double-headed bear meat, specialty smoked fish, Cold Iron Ore, and several herbal medicines. Everything we can export is on sale,” Bradley said softly.

“Yes.” Louis remembered it very clearly.

The treasury of Red Tide Territory, although not as wealthy as the Imperial Capital’s nobility, quietly expanded long before this turmoil.

The exploitation rights of Demon Marrow, the high-margin contracts with trading caravans, the sales networks for various Northern Territory specialties…

Moreover, he controlled the Calvin Commerce Association, allowing the products of Red Tide Territory to be sold first, quickly exchanging for Gold Coins and other resources.

Louis didn’t take long to think and exclaimed to Bradley: “Prioritize allocating three batches: mostly staple foods, long storage life, adapted to the Northern Territory climate.”

Bradley nodded, “I’ll arrange it.”

When Louis wrote the fourth line, the pen stopped on the paper for a moment.

“Plan C: Use the intelligence system to search for leftover granaries and hidden village stores.”

He did not speak this part aloud.

In fact, the intelligence system has sporadically provided similar material resources.

Those forgotten granaries, old houses at the woodland edges, backup cave warehouses between rock crevices, nobles’ secret stashes…

These are also a large batch of food supplies. He would send knights to retrieve these forgotten resources, which could help many people survive.

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