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

Chapter 89 Heavy Rain
Roman's 158 days in Sig.

The area experienced its first major rainstorm of the summer.

It was noon, but the entire sky had darkened.

Click!

A bolt of lightning tore through the sky, intermittently illuminating the land.

Wow!

The rain fell in torrents.

The whole world was shrouded in a misty fog, with heavy, dense raindrops pattering down.

The torrential rain swept away the lingering heat that had been lingering over the basin for days.

Roman stood at the entrance to the manor hall, his brow furrowed, gazing at the rain-soaked world before him.

The Origin Manor is well-located, exceptionally sturdy, and situated on high ground, making it perfectly capable of withstanding torrential rain.

He notified the town of Sige yesterday to prepare for rain.

But how much time will this take up for him?
It's possible that the "Spring Plan" will be delayed until next summer.

The thought of those laborers just sitting at home doing nothing made Roman pace back and forth anxiously.

Admittedly, the downpour wasn't without its advantages; at least it prevented him from getting drenched in sweat.

Certain extraordinary resources can offset the effects of extreme cold and heat.

Those gems are generally very expensive, costing several or even a dozen gold coins, and their only use is as a small natural air conditioner. Besides, there are plenty of rich people, and those rare items would never fall into the hands of a minor nobleman like him.

The Duke of Liejia was as wealthy as a country.

But as an illegitimate child, he received a ruby ​​at birth.

Roman didn't place much importance on material enjoyment.

It's just that his apostles need these extraordinary resources more.

Both attributes and skills require certain resources to improve.

Attributes can be enhanced using extraordinary metals, while skills can only be improved using rare gems and crystals.

However, since we are currently in the early stages of development, it would be far better to spend these resources on construction rather than using dozens of gold coins to slightly enhance the apostles' power.

Even if he now raises Aaron and Green's attributes to the fifth-tier transcendent level, their effect is far less than that of five hundred laborers.

Thinking about this, Roman began to feel agitated again.

He could accept Daken's failure, even though the slaves could greatly satisfy his labor shortage. But doing business is risky, and it's unrealistic to expect everything to go smoothly.

His expression was tense, his brows were furrowed, and he kept pacing back and forth.

Some people in the hall were also frightened by his behavior.

Aaron and Green looked at each other in bewilderment.

Green gave Aaron a wink.

Aaron shook his head.

Aaron also raised his chin, gesturing to Green.

Green also shook his head.

Gweil and Kao looked at the two of them exchanging glances, somewhat puzzled.

Dick and Jeter were also unable to train due to the heavy rain.

But the two remained calm, each sitting in a corner, closing their eyes to rest.

Finally, Gweil mustered her courage and asked, "Lord Roman, would you like something to eat?"

Outside, it was as if night had fallen, the clouds were as black as ink, and there was a deafening roar.

The main hall of Origin Manor was still brightly lit.

Several candles flickered, providing illumination and preventing the place from falling into complete darkness.

She had just eaten, and Gweil thought that Roman would take advantage of the rainy day to do something fun with her, just like last time.

But Roman wasn't in a good mood, which made Gweil's mood drop as well.

Roman turned around and saw that the atmosphere in the hall was somewhat somber.

He knew that he needed to build good relationships with those who were loyal to him; if they didn't understand each other, how could they be willing to die for him?

Roman paused for a moment, his tense expression softening, and he smiled slightly: "I won't eat. I'm considering the road construction progress."

His selective candor brought a sigh of relief to many people.

Seeing that their master looked so serious for some reason, they couldn't cheer up either. Dick said, "Don't worry, these kinds of rainstorms usually clear up by tomorrow and won't cause any problems."

He's been here for ten years, so he barely has any say in the matter.

But when Roman glanced at the "Life Story" and saw that it would still be raining heavily tomorrow, he knew that Dick was destined to be proven wrong.

He didn't undermine this seasoned knight.

"But that's not the case for some people," Jett said calmly.

A rainstorm can affect the fate of many people.

……

The torrential rain that lasted for two and a half days has finally ended.

This basin has a well-developed water system, with winding rivers crisscrossing in a complex and diverse manner.

During this torrential rain, the rivers converged into torrents, overflowing and causing widespread flooding. The torrents flowed into the Bro River, causing its water level to rise dramatically and directly inundating many low-lying areas, turning them into a vast swamp.

Both Sig Town and Origin Manor are located in the upstream area.

The alluvial plain at the foot of the mountain, being of higher elevation, was spared the floodwaters, which eventually flowed out through the gap in the basin.

After the torrential rain stopped, Roman hoped to gather everyone immediately!

Let them take advantage of this cool, sunny day after the rain to cut down trees and repair roads!

But when he arrived in Sig...

However, they found the place in a mess, the ground was muddy and the low-lying areas were flooded.

Many shacks and farmhouses were damaged to varying degrees by the torrential rain.

Some of the thatch had been washed away, leaving the roof thin;
Some of the mud walls were soaked and rotten by the rain, exposing their internal structure;

Even worse, some houses collapsed entirely, turning into piles of rubble...

The farmers who had barely escaped the torrential rain stood in a daze before the ruins.

They were used to this kind of thing, but they were still caught off guard.

Every summer when there are torrential rains, many houses collapse and need to be rebuilt. After a few years or a decade or so, they become dangerous buildings again, and then collapse again in a rainstorm...

It goes on and on, in cycles.

That's always been the case.

They can only make repairs.

Because the cost of rebuilding a house is enormous, not everyone can afford it every year.

The limited productivity of agriculture meant that most of their energy had to be devoted to the land, and even building houses required squeezing out time and money.

They needed to pay masons to build walls with clay and stones, and buy sturdy timber from the foreman. They could barely afford each individual cost, but the combined effort made it very difficult.

Therefore, even if the farmhouse looks dilapidated, those farmers who are hoping for the best will only repair it, not tear it down and rebuild it or move out.

If the building collapses, try to escape with your family before it does.

If you can't escape and get buried underneath, it's okay; you're not guaranteed to die anyway.

If they die, there's nothing that can be done; it's natural selection.

In previous years, they had time to rebuild their farmhouses, and they could slowly collect materials to rebuild new houses using wood, clay, and stones.

But is there still that much time this year?

Their master was constantly urging them to do all sorts of things, arranging everyone's affairs clearly every day, and making them work even under the scorching sun.

They are willing to accept this.

Because if you do work, you'll get food.

But if the houses aren't rebuilt quickly, where will they sleep in the future?

Even if only a few dozen houses collapse, it means that hundreds of people will be homeless.

Being homeless means sleeping in the wilderness.

With houses, they have a foundation, and they are human beings living in a civilized era, rather than wild beasts in caves or weeds in the wild.

"Mr. Roman, what brings you here?"

Moore came to greet him upon hearing the news.

This lord disliked setting foot in Sig Town, probably because he found it filthy and smelly, regarding it as a pigsty full of dung.

He felt it didn't matter what, maybe he was just used to it.

(End of this chapter)