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

Chapter 45 Bewitching
Roman's voice was firm and his expression calm, suppressing all of Barlow's pent-up words.

The young man thought of his deceased father.

He lowered his head and remained silent, looking very sad.

Roman patted him on the shoulder in comfort, then told him to get lost.

He picked up the cleaver and began chopping the vegetables with swift, decisive strokes.

After preparing lunch, Roman rubbed his aching shoulders.

He led Gweil to Seth.

“Seth, let everyone rest for an afternoon today. I need to plan out a route to the salt mine. Next, these people will go and build the road.”

Faced with Roman's demands, Seth knew the importance of the salt mine and, unusually, did not feel that Roman was in a hurry.

“My lord, you should also pay attention to your image. You spent two days cutting vegetables in the fields, which will make those farmers look down on you. They will forget your dignity and will no longer be afraid of you. This is a fatal thing for a nobleman.”

Seth straightened Roman's rolled-up sleeves, disheveled collar, and messy hair, making Roman look neat and tidy, while also rambling on about his aristocratic experience.

"Hmph, what's so special about that? I'll show those nobles what the truly deadly thing is in the future," Roman scoffed.

Seth was already immune to Roman's nonsense.

I have absolutely no idea what this child is talking about.

Where was your butt when you said that?

Under Roman's leadership, the farmers, who had been busy for nearly half a month, finally got half a day of rest.

Although the intensity of the work is the same as before, it's still very tiring.

While the intensity of labor may be the same whether there are standards or not, the mental effort required is different.

Since sowing was completed in the morning, Roman announced in the morning that only lunch would be served today, with no dinner.

This dispelled the farmers' idea of ​​dawdling over their work—if they could finish the work in the afternoon, they would most likely get a free dinner.

Roman won't give them that chance.

Lunch for spring plowing has been cancelled.

But then the road construction will begin again.

……

On the large map of [Life Story], Roman planned a specific route.

He wanted to build a solid and durable road, not a bumpy dirt road. Only those who lived in this era knew how bad the road conditions were.

Road conditions and vehicles are two factors that greatly affect transportation efficiency.

Sige Town is quite comprehensive in all aspects, after all, it has been developing for decades.

The town has over 80 oxen, several draft horses, and a large number of various livestock, including pigs, sheep, and chickens.

Farmers with spare time would not refuse to raise these animals.

Raising those poultry and then selling them to Moore or other stewards, or to merchants, was also an important part of the family's income.

Roman plans to build a special wooden cart for transportation.

This is a huge undertaking.

Furthermore, Roman doesn't know much about wooden carts—that's something he'll have to wait until he improves his [Manufacturing] skill.

But the task itself is not difficult.

So he found Vickery, a carpenter from Sig.

This man was a skilled craftsman; he had also crafted the wheels for the heavy plow, and most of the oxcarts and horse-drawn carriages in Sigge Town were made by him. Designing a simple transport vehicle according to Roman's requirements was not a difficult task.

In any case, it cannot escape the limitations of its time.

This type of cart doesn't need to be very big.

As Roman envisioned—two meters wide, three meters long, with a load capacity of one or two tons, and pulled by a single horse—it was essentially a modified oxcart.

Upon learning of Roman's needs, Vicki said, "Sir, this is not a difficult matter, but I do not know how many carts you need."

"Ten now, a hundred later, I'll use as many as I have."

Transportation is the most important aspect of development.

Vickers said nervously, "Sir, these carts take a lot of time. I can't build ten carts in a short period of time."

He still vividly remembers the scene when he was making the plow.

He has to work as soon as he opens his eyes, sometimes without even time to eat, which makes him extremely exhausted.

Although the pay was amazing, if he continued to work at this intensity for a long time, Vicki felt that death would catch up with him faster than the silver coins.

Roman waved his hand: "Then let them divide the work and teach your carpentry skills to others, and carry out large-scale production. Your number of helpers will triple starting today."

Vickery opened his mouth, reluctantly saying, "It might be ten days before I can build the first chariot."

Roman said, "There's no rush. I'll give you a month, is that enough?"

Viktor looked somewhat troubled; he still had to work overtime.

"After it's done, I'll pay you one gold coin as a reward, how about that?"

Vickers' face twitched. "I will do my best."

It seems death came a step too late!
Because what was chasing him was gold coins!
Roman continued, "Vicky, if you can't finish it, you can train a carpentry apprentice."

"I will give you the same amount of gold coins as the number of qualified carpenters you can train."

"You can also tell Lax about this. If he can train a qualified blacksmith, I will give him double or even triple the amount of gold coins."

He had given up hope on the production efficiency of Sige Town, so he had to use some means to train more craftsmen and improve production efficiency as much as possible.

The carpenter, in his thirties or forties, was momentarily tempted.

He realized that a carpenter alone could not satisfy the lord's appetite.

If that's the case, then teaching carpentry skills to others wouldn't be a bad idea.

Although his life as a carpenter was decent, his income was low; he could only earn one gold coin a year, and in most cases, the farmers had to buy on credit.

Lax earns at least two gold coins a year.

“Vicky, you no longer need to work hard every day, no longer need to get up early and work late. You just need to pass on your skills to others. You only need to train ten carpenters each year, and you can get 10 gold coins…”

"The maximum number is 100. As long as you can train 100 carpenters, I can pay you 100 gold coins."

If the previous sentence had touched Vicki's heart, then this sentence ignited his inner fire, causing his pupils to tremble, like a meteorite falling into a lake, creating a raging storm.

He originally had two carpenter assistants and the slaves who had worked in his carpentry shop for several years.

If only... if only...

He never imagined he could earn a hundred gold coins in his entire life!
Vickery's lips trembled, his face flushed, and he gritted his teeth as he said, "I will! I will obey all your orders, sir!"

He drifted away from Origin Manor.

(End of this chapter)