You were made to farm, and now you're the emperor of an empire?

Chapter 44 Spring Ploughing Ends

Roman paused for a moment, looking around at the small businessmen who were gradually becoming stunned.

He frowned: "Did you understand?"

"Understood, understood!" Everyone nodded hurriedly, completely stunned by this unexpected gift.

They initially thought it was something bad, that they were going to run errands for the lord.

But now they're not just running errands, they're practically running themselves ragged!
This is truly...so exciting!

In short, Roman gave them a quota of 10 catties of grain, and if they could complete it, they would receive 5 gold coins.

And there is no risk involved.

There are only five of them in total, which means they can get an average of 1 gold coin.

Gods above!

One gold coin can buy two oxen!

With just over ten days of hard work, you can get two oxen!

Who wouldn't be tempted by that!
No matter how tough the targets are, they have to overcome them!

If we only purchase wheat, it might be difficult to operate.

After all, wheat is the highest grade of grain.

But if you add other grains, vegetables, and cereals, then there won't be any problem.

Therefore, the five small businessmen had somewhat ferocious expressions, as if they were roaring, and their eyes were red.

We absolutely must achieve this target!
Roman turned to look at Moore, frowned and shouted, "You disgraceful wretch, stand up!"

Mo'er got up, trembling.

While Roman was speaking, he thought the young man was going to settle scores with him, and his heart stopped.

Acquiring 10 catties of miscellaneous grains would cost about thirty or forty gold coins, which wouldn't be considered bankrupting him; it would just be like a cesarean section.

It hurts to part with money, of course it hurts.

But compared to the pain of losing his head, Moore felt he could endure the agony of having his flesh ripped out.

Roman said, "You're in charge of this. There can be some substandard grain, but the quantity can't be too large, understand?"

"I understand, I understand!" Moore nodded repeatedly, his handkerchief soaked through.

The grain being bought now is all from last year, and there's no guarantee that it won't rot, get infested with insects, or become damp. This is a reminder to be careful and not get ripped off.

Roman sent them away.

As an agricultural officer, Moore has been selling grain for so many years, he certainly knows more about this than he does.

This 10 jin of grain is only a temporary measure, enough to last for about one or two months. We will need to continue buying grain.

However, we can't keep bleeding pigs; we need to find a stable source of income as soon as possible.

By now, he has almost nothing left and is so poor that he has to sell his rubies. If things continue like this, he will have to mortgage his Great Bow.

Without food, he would lack the confidence to direct others to do things his way.

Roman pondered for a moment, then pulled out the cleaver and continued chopping vegetables and meat.

……

The sowing and fertilization proceeded faster than Roman had anticipated.

On the morning of the third day, which was the 21st day since Roman arrived.

These seven or eight hundred farmers then finished their tasks of sowing and fertilizing.

Looking at the vast, neat rows of ridges, the dark ground exudes a strong sense of beauty in its flatness and cleanliness, and the whole land seems to be brimming with vitality.

Almost all the farmers found it incredible.

Did they really cultivate such beautiful and fertile land with their own hands?

Even if they worked themselves to the bone before, they could never have completed the cultivation of these two thousand acres of land in just over ten days, let alone achieved this result.

The fact that such a huge increase in efficiency could be achieved simply by changing the way they used to work was a unique kind of shock to them.

Many farmers stole glances at the figure at the edge of the field.

The man had long, flowing hair and bloodshot eyes. He expressionlessly wielded a cleaver, continuously chopping onions and carrots into large chunks on the cutting board. Beside him, a thin girl was helping him put the chopped vegetables into a pot, making a vegetable soup mixed with flour. Even though two days had passed, they still felt uneasy.

The lord himself cooked for them, and every piece of meat they ate was chopped by this esteemed lord, piece by piece.

Roman stared at the notification that kept displaying "Cooking Experience +1" on the panel.

In this cold and ruthless slashing motion.

Only the increase in experience points could bring him a sliver of warmth.

After all, he had been chopping vegetables for two whole days, and his heart was as cold as a knife.

From morning till night, his arms were sore and numb, and the knife blades were dull. His assistant chef, Bob, felt sorry for him.

So far, I've only raised my cooking experience to 30 points, but I'm still far from reaching level 2 cooking.

Compared to other skills, cooking experience points increase very quickly.

This is probably because the skill itself doesn't require much skill, and it's very efficient.

A divine body of a born chef!

However, the cooking experience that emerged was still not enough for Roman to refute Green's statement.

That's because it's just basic culinary knowledge, not advanced cooking skills.

Roman could only hope that once he reached level 2, he could teach Green a lesson for looking down on his cooking skills.

"My lord."

A voice came from the side. Roman looked in the direction of the voice and saw a dark-skinned young man with his hands on his abdomen, respectfully waiting for his answer.

Barlow.

One of the seven apostles that Roman initially selected.

However, Balor is only a one-star apostle with unremarkable 5E stats, except for his constitution which is E+.

The skill isn't related to combat. Balo's skill is called "Diligence," which allows him to increase work efficiency and reduce physical exertion when working.

In Roman's opinion, this skill was utterly useless.

Any experienced farmer would know this technique.

This also means that Barlow has no potential for development, and Roman has not approached him.

It wasn't until the farmers' riot, when he killed an old farmer named Matthew, that he learned Matthew was Barlow's father.

He killed someone's father...

Roman felt no remorse or guilt about it.

He appointed Barlow as the person in charge of the two thousand acres of land with a clear conscience.

This dark-skinned young man also played a guiding role in the sowing process.

Roman asked, "Is there something you need?"

After his father's death, Balo could only suppress his grief and throw himself into the work that followed. Now he finally has some free time.

He asked respectfully, "Sir, has the cultivation of this common land been completed?"

Roman nodded and said, "Yes, spring planting is over this year."

The young farmer clearly didn't understand what he meant. He mumbled, "So, are we going to clear some new land? The next few days are suitable for planting, and I feel like we can still plant a few hundred acres..."

Roman waited for him to finish speaking, then replied with certainty, "I said! Spring planting is over this year!"

Barlow finally understood the meaning of that sentence.

He was surprised, because in his opinion, the planting season was not over yet and they should not stop.

He hoped to make it clear to Roman that as long as they repeated the previous methods of deep plowing, sowing, and fertilizing, they could plant more crops, and even if the overall output was not as good as last year, no one should starve.

But Roman pressed down on his shoulder first.

“Shut up, I have more important things to do. You are in charge of these two thousand acres of land. I will assign you 100 farmers to take care of this land. If there are not enough people, I can temporarily allocate labor for you. But I will not allow these people to be tied to this land for long. Don’t repeat your father’s mistakes!”

Farming can provide food, but it can only provide food.

(End of this chapter)