Chapter 212 Harvest (Sorry, I Was Too Excited Last Night)

Northern province, led by night. Field dealt with government affairs in the morning and trained combat skills in the afternoon. A month passed in a flash.

As the wheat matures rapidly, the fully recovered large manor has been dyed a gorgeous golden color.

Bob, a freeman, looked at the wheat on the carriage that was as high as a hill. He felt as if he was dreaming. He actually grew wheat in the north, and there was still endless wheat to be harvested in the farmland he cultivated.

My family members, all holding sickles, cut off the wheat one crop after another, and then loaded it into the oxcart.

"So much wheat! Wow, so much wheat, it's really fragrant."

A child over seven years old was jumping up and down, circling around the bullock cart carrying wheat.

"Be careful not to scare the cow. It's your property." Bob picked up his son, threw it gently into the air, and then caught it firmly. "Archie, go get some water and ask around. How much wheat does the bean sprout family produce per acre?"

"Okay!" As soon as the little boy got off the ground, he ran away like the wind.

"Thanks to your generosity and willingness to rent cattle to us, otherwise I don't know what to do with so much wheat."

Bob's wife was very excited. She had been in a state of excitement from the moment the wheat was harvested.

After their family came here from Bull Territory, they never complained and kept cultivating the land. When they were free, they went to the big winery to take on odd jobs, such as road construction or logging.

In the past, they were just habitually industrious and had no hope of gaining anything. They used high-intensity labor to cover up their lives in confusion.

But now, it's completely different.

"Yes, there are also the most important mills and grain fields. Listen to me, go to the grain field to pay the money first. Our family has twenty-seven acres of land. If we cut it all and then dry it, how long will it take? "

He took out a handful of copper coins from his pocket and counted them in his hand. Bob took out five coins and gave them to his wife: "Go quickly, and also go to the mill to pay."

"Going to the mill now? Isn't it too early?"

The wife carefully held the copper coin in her hand. The feeling of having money on her body made her so happy that she didn't even want to spend it.

"It's not early. Sir, you said there was an appointment... by the way, an appointment. Then we coordinated the arrangements. I should have said the right words." Every time he mentioned complex words, Bob always felt guilty, as if these words, Only a noble can say, "Just go."

"Okay, I'll bring you food later."

The woman handed the sickle to her husband and ran away.

"Good afternoon, Bob." Bean Sprout came over with the child in his arms, "Archie is so heavy, I can hardly hold him."

"Thank you Lord Baron. If he hadn't given us food, no one would have survived. Archie even gained weight. Lord Field is a true nobleman, generous and kind." Bob said sincerely, "The former Bull The Baron doesn’t care whether you have food or not, he only collects taxes, taxes.”

Before the Night Territory produced no food, it was Field who was feeding everyone. Every time he went out, he had to transport a large amount of food supplies, and everyone saw it.

Both slaves and free people were allocated food every day. Of course, free people were allocated twice as much food as slaves.

"My lord must have spent a lot of gold coins. Thinking of the dwindling number of coins in your treasury, I feel anxious for him."

Bean Sprout's eyes filled with tears when she thought of the lord spending his own gold coins and delivering food himself: "Even if I pay 100% of taxes this year, I'm happy, as long as you allocate me one piece of black bread every day."

"Yes, I would like that too."

Bob nodded seriously: "But I guess adults wouldn't do that."

"Anyway, I want to cultivate land for adults all my life!" Bean Sprout said enthusiastically, "By the way, I'm getting married soon."

"Huh? Did you get an arrow in your knee?"

Bob's serious face showed a rare look of confusion.

Arrow in the Knee is a popular buzzword in this world, which means to kneel down on one knee.

"Yeah, and the widow."

"Well, can you bear it?" Bob looked at the frail man in front of him, and thought of the widow's whole body steaming, shrinking his neck, "I wish you good health."

"It's just that there is no church in the night, so I don't know who to find to witness the marriage." Bean Sprout scratched his head.

"You can go to big wineries and ask the adults there, especially the little adults who sit at the table and can read and write. They are young, easy to talk to, and won't scold you." Bob was referring to Alec. Sia, Rumi and the others.

Bean Sprout's eyes lit up: "What a good idea."

Elsewhere, Field is waiting for the meeting to take place while he crafts tax legislation.

Field took a look at his panel first.

Name: Field

Occupation: Lord

Territory: Starry Night Castle Manor (32 hectares), lumber camp, and surrounding small farmland.

The chosen ones who signed the contract: Asheena (Winter, will be upgraded soon), Rosaria (Corruption), Charlotte (Harvest), Goglis (Ingenuity)

Population: 1577

Development: 16 (barren, backward, poor)

Happiness: 22 (average, a small number of people feel hopeful)

Environment value: 10 (the territory environment is generally low, residents dare not move around freely, and slaves feel crowded)

Probability of the Chosen One appearing: 3 in a billion

Territory energy level: Level 1 (Affected by the residents and lords, the territory’s life energy is being provided to Asuna. It is expected that Asuna will advance to Level 2 within a month)

"Is the happiness level so high because of the good harvest? Or is it because other places are worse?"

Seeing that the territory is gradually developing and all the annoying negative numbers have disappeared, Field feels that his obsessive-compulsive disorder has improved a lot. His territory is already the size of a village, and it is much better than the average village of this era.

Field rubbed his chin, but when he saw the "territory energy level", he was stunned for a moment.

"Damn it, it turns out that the Chosen One really relies on the development of the territory to grow?" Field was so excited, especially when he saw that Ashina was about to advance, he almost jumped with joy, "However, the energy level may be affected by many aspects. , we need to continue researching.”

"Sorry, sir, I'm late."

Tate ran into the hall, saw Field's signal, and immediately sat in the front row.

"Small question, I know you are busy with the harvest, but you have to be on time next time." Field was in a good mood and did not care about these small things. He glanced at it and asked, "How is the statistics of the yield per acre of land? ?”

"Sir, the statistics have been calculated." Kao, the steward, stood up and reported, "The wheat output of the land cultivated by slaves is about 180 kilograms. The land of free people is divided into two grades, and the output of manure is two One hundred and thirty kilograms, without using manure, the grain yield ranges from one hundred and fifty kilograms to two hundred kilograms.”