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

Chapter 47 It was just normal at that time

Today marks 30 days since Roman arrived in Sig.

The town of Sige was hit by a heavy rain.

Over the past month, the land had experienced three or four rainfalls, but the rain was so light that it only dampened the soil and had little impact on farming and labor, remaining within Roman's acceptable range.

Working in the rain is a common occurrence for farmers.

But today's rain is very heavy, as if the whole world is shrouded in a misty fog.

The spring rain was continuous and fine, like needles or cow hair.

The rain showed no signs of abating even after half a day.

Roman took a rare nap.

He hadn't rested for the past month, his schedule was packed every day, either turning over the soil, cutting down trees, or chopping vegetables. The workload was enormous, but he felt very fulfilled and had inexhaustible energy.

However, it was just an illusion; this flesh and blood body would eventually need to rest.

After Roman woke up, he quickly rinsed his mouth and went straight to the hall.

Today's lunch consists of roasted cod, roast suckling pig, stewed rabbit, buttered bread, onion soup, cheese and dried fruit, etc.

Aaron and Green sat listlessly in their chairs, their appetites not very good either.

The two were also affected by the continuous drizzle, and unusually, they did not exercise or hone their martial arts skills.

Unaffected by her surroundings, Gweil stood on tiptoe, stretching out her little hands and arms to try and tear off the crispy skin of the suckling pig. Aaron subtly pushed the large plate of roast suckling pig on the table, finally allowing Gweil to grab it.

She tore off a large piece of crispy crust, then squinted her eyes and ate it with relish.

Upon seeing Roman approach, the girl immediately ran over and presented him with the crispy pork skin as if it were a precious treasure.

Roman simply patted the girl's head, sat in the main seat, picked up a piece of buttered bread, and stuffed it into his mouth.

He casually handed a glass of milk to Gweil next to him: "Drink more milk."

Gweil nodded, picked up the glass of milk, and took a small sip.

Roman originally planned to improve his [breeding] skill.

Animal husbandry is the main way to increase the production of meat, eggs and milk.

Moore's family had two dairy cows. After Roman arrived, Moore quickly sent a large amount of wheat and other by-products to Origin Manor, along with a dairy cow and livestock such as pigs and sheep. This is why Origin Manor does not lack milk.

But in Roman's view, how can a milk supply that can only meet the needs of a few people be considered sufficient?

Improving your animal husbandry skills is not difficult; you just need to feed cattle and sheep pasture and take care of their daily lives.

However, both aquaculture and agriculture are long-term industries that will not yield results in the short term and require a long period of development.

Roman is currently short of funds.

He needs to acquire a large amount of money as soon as possible.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to continue making empty promises to those ignorant people.

Based on his estimate of the infrastructure construction speed, it will take at least half a month before the road can be leveled and the work of mining rock salt and refining salt can begin.

The road reinforcement work will be completed in two months.

The lime produced from calcination is far from enough to pave this road.

Roman had to find another way to tide him over the period of financial shortage and, incidentally, to find something to do.

After lunch, Roman gave all the leftovers to the male slaves and maids.

Then he said to Aaron and Green, "If you're free right now, come and help me out."

Green complained, "You really never stop."

He had thought the spring rain would dampen some of Roman's excitement. "It's very simple."

Roman and the other two searched for every container they could find, and then took out hundreds of kilograms of wheat from the granary.

They then washed and soaked the wheat in wooden basins and buckets.

"Mr. Roman, what are you doing?" Gweil bent over, her hands on her knees, watching Roman's actions with curiosity.

Roman laughed and said, "Make something to eat."

Can I eat it?

Roman said with a smile, "We'll see how you do."

“Then I’ll do it too…” Gweil said, but suddenly her foot slipped and she bumped into Aaron’s back, who was squatting down washing wheat.

Aaron was crouching on tiptoe when the impact to his back caused him to kneel instantly and fall headfirst into the tub, splashing water all over Roman.

Green was about to move away from them when a wooden basin appeared behind him. He kicked it, and the basin bounced up and hit the back of his knee. Caught off guard, Green immediately fell backward.

Paji~
Gululu~
The wooden basin rolled around once and then fell to the ground with a thud.

The atmosphere here suddenly froze.

Gweil stared at the series of tragedies she had caused, too terrified to move, her eyes filled with tension and fear.
She looked at Roman with a guilty expression.

Roman said with a tense face, "...Good job, you easily took down three knights. I'll reward you with candy in a few days!"

He didn't want to laugh.

But when Roman saw Aaron pull his head out of the barrel, his hair covered in water droplets and wheat grains, and Green's toad-like pose, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha!"

Green sat up from the mud and, seeing their disheveled appearance, first couldn't help but chuckle, then he too burst into laughter. Aaron pursed his lips, trying his best to maintain a serious and composed expression and control his trembling shoulders, but he still failed and had to join in the laughter. At this moment, they seemed to have become three silly figures, but their hearts were filled with only joy and pleasure.

A light drizzle fell outside, slanting across the sky, but from inside the granary came hearty laughter that carried far, far away, before fading away in the swaying wind and rain…

No matter how many years have passed, Gweil remembers that spring rain and those laughs.

All her panic and fear vanished silently, and a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.

……

This spring rain was surprisingly long.

It rained for three whole days before the rain stopped, the air became fresh and invigorating.

This spring rain brought a strong sense of vitality to the land, saturating the soil and causing plants to grow vigorously. Crops in the fields changed every day, receiving ample nourishment from the fertilizer.

Seven days later.

Roman poured the filtered, somewhat cloudy sugar syrup into the large iron pot.

Gweil kept throwing firewood into the pot, while Roman kept stirring it. The syrup simmered for nearly two hours.

Eventually, a viscous paste-like substance gradually took shape.

Roman used a wooden spoon to put the paste into a pre-prepared wooden bucket and sealed it.

Then came the second pot... the third pot... the fourth pot...

On this day, a rich, refreshing fragrance filled most of the Origin Manor.

Roman used two to three hundred catties of malt and several hundred catties of barley starch, and finally boiled them in a large pot to produce more than six hundred catties of maltose, which was then sealed in twenty 30-catty wooden barrels.

The remaining maltose weighed several dozen kilograms, which he kept separately for the Origin Manor's own use.

After it cooled naturally, the maltose, which was originally a little thin, suddenly became viscous.

(End of this chapter)