Extraordinary Earl

Chapter 58 Autumn Harvest ([-])
Autumn in the south is still sweltering.

On the farmlands of Pompeii’s villages, the people were braving the scorching heat, bending over and holding sickles in their hands, sweating profusely to cut the wheat.

Although the heat is unbearable, the hearts of the farmers are cool, as if eating ice cubes, very refreshing.

Because there is a lot of food this year.

Although this year is a bumper harvest year, I have never seen so much grain during harvests in previous years.The grains of wheat are very full and huge.

Golden, like gold grains.

Without waiting for the wheat grains to be cleared out, experienced farmers can tell with their own eyes and hands that this year's grain harvest is about [-]% to [-]% more than the average harvest year.

Thirty to forty percent.

This is definitely a scary number.

Originally, the atmosphere in Pompeii was relatively peaceful and relaxed. The Pompeii knights never criticized the free people and did not charge heavy taxes. They only collected fair taxes according to the output.

The free people are also happy to pay this tax.

After all, they supported the Pompeii family for generations, and the Pompeii family was responsible for protecting them, which was fair.

Under such circumstances, the lives of the free citizens in Pompeii are very nourishing. They cannot be said to be rich, but they can definitely be regarded as living and working in peace and contentment.

And this year's harvest is [-]% more than previous years, so next year, can we eat more meat and add a new dress for our wife and children?

Besides, because of the role of oxen and plows, they plan to expand their farmland by at least twice, so the harvest in the next year will be more than double that of this year.

Year after year, every year is getting better and better.

Although they used to live and work in peace and contentment, who doesn't want a better life?So the farmers are very happy. Although they are sweating profusely, they are happy in their hearts.

Seventh village of Pompeii.

Pompeii's one to nine villages, together with the iron horse village, constituted the smallest unit of the Pompeii free people.The seventh village has a small population of about 130 people and [-] households.

The population here refers to adults, not children.

Except for a carpenter in Tunnei, all generations have been farming for a living.Even the carpenter will help the family take care of the farmland when the farm is busy.

This is the tradition that has continued in Pompeii, and agriculture occupies the absolute main force.

Asma.

He is a middle-aged farmer with a very ordinary figure in Pompeii. He is tall and strong. He has been engaged in agricultural activities all year round, making him as strong as a cow.

The complexion is dark, just a little bit worse than Heitan.

Because Asma is the eldest son in the family, he lives with his parents. His parents are old and unable to work, so the burden of the farmland in the family falls on him.

Fortunately, Asma married a capable wife, who can cook well when she returns home, and can do skilled farm work in the fields.

And there are three children in his family, two sons and one daughter.The daughter is still young, but the two sons are already teenagers, which can also reduce the burden on the family.

All in all, a very ordinary Pompeii farmer, a farmer who lives and works in peace and contentment.

Asma used to feel very satisfied with her current life. She has enough food to eat, a wife, and children. Isn’t she satisfied?
Asma also felt that his life would be so ordinary. He would grow old like his parents, watch his children get married, and then wait for his son to take over the farmland in his hands. Like his parents, he would start a semi-retired life.

Plain, but happy.

But now this ordinary life has suddenly changed. This year there will be a bumper harvest of grain, and next year new farmland will be developed.

just perfect.

It was already afternoon in the farmland of Asma's family, and Asma's parents couldn't work anymore, so they went on strike and went home early.

In the farmland, there were only Asma, his wife, and three children.

There were sheaves of bound wheat, and a donkey cart.The wheat will be pulled back to the family, firstly processed briefly, and then sent to the wheat flour workshop to become white wheat flour.

Except for some of them to eat at home, and some after paying taxes, most of them will be sold to Pompeii's family, and then Pompeii's family will sell them to Kaiyue City.

Every year.

The difference is that this year's harvest is more.

Asma smiled like a child, stretched out her rough palms from time to time, bent down and stroked the wheat grains, each grain was so full, and the ears of wheat were so heavy.

"Last year was also a good harvest, but this year's harvest is more than last year's. I think it can be [-] to [-]% more. What do you think, Mill?"

After Asma smiled happily, she turned around and asked her wife.

Mir is also a typical Pompeii peasant woman, with a stout figure, as if she is two kinds of creatures with a beautiful woman, but she is an excellent peasant woman who endures hardships and stands hard work.

"I think it's [-]% to [-]%." Mir also opened his mouth and smiled.

The husband and wife are very happy, and their children are also very happy.

At this time, there was a sound of wheels.Asma looked up and saw that his neighbor, Amu, was driving a donkey cart full of wheat towards home.

"Hi Asma."

Eminem stopped and greeted happily.

"Hi Eminem."

Asma also greeted with a smile.

"By the way, remember to come to my house tonight and bring some bacon and sausages. I'm going to hold a reception to celebrate this year's harvest."

Emu said to Asma.

Asma froze for a moment, then said happily, "Okay."

Asma likes to drink more, but she is usually more restrained, because although the family can do it, it is not particularly well-off.

But this time he readily agreed to take out bacon and sausage.

Mir is usually a shrewd peasant woman who is careful and budget-conscious, so she didn't make any noise at the moment.

Because this year is a bumper harvest, it is worth celebrating.

No?
That night.

In the yard of Eminem's house, all the adult men from the Seventh Village came. There were 30 to [-] people, which made the small yard very crowded.

Everyone grilled the sausages they brought from home, ate dishes made by Eminem's house, and drank wine.

Singing happily.

"Hey, it's actually Pompeii wine, you're bleeding profusely this time, um." Some people noticed the abnormality after taking a sip of the wine, and said in surprise.

Pompeii wine, this kind of wine is very expensive to sell to the outside world, it is worth one gold coin per barrel, but it is only five silver coins when sold in the country.

But for farmers, it's still expensive.

This time they brought the bacon and sausages themselves, and the wine was prepared by Eminem's family.

"Everyone has only one glass of Pompeii wine, not a single drop, and the rest is ale, so be full." Eminem shrugged, obviously not really going to bleed.

"Hey, everyone. To our Pompeii, to our next generation of Pompeian knights, Lutheran knights."

Eminem suddenly raised the wine glass in his hand and shouted.

"For Luther Knight."

"The great Lutheran knight."

The men all raised their wine glasses and responded enthusiastically.

Luther, Pompey.

The next generation of Pompeian knights.

The prestige in Pompeii is increasing day by day.

Just like what the knight said.

"Knight Luther, your prestige grows with your kindness."

Hi Pompeii.

(End of this chapter)