If I let you farm, will you become the emperor of the empire?

Behind the hillside.

There stood a silent square array of soldiers in full gear and with spears everywhere.

He randomly shot a pirate to warn them. If Scarhead didn't know what was good for him and mobilized his 40 Arctic warriors to fight back, then this army of 100 people would cooperate with Roman and hang them all here.

However, he made a wise choice.

As for whether the latter would not come because of this, that was a problem for Morey to consider.

Without Scarhead, Morey would find another Scarface to come. Anyway, he just needed to deliver 300 slaves to him every month.

But Roman felt that the pirate trader knew the value of salt and would not give up his line.

If he stopped doing business after someone died, what kind of businessman would he be.

He casually handed the Split Armor Greatbow to Kao.

Kao saw with his own eyes the heroic figure of his master shooting the Arctic pirates. He was overwhelmed with emotion. This was what he had dreamed of. He wanted to bow his head and kiss the vigorous and brave blood-red bow.

Roman waved his hand, and Dick and Jet led all the soldiers away quietly like a moving forest.

He walked down the hill.

The slaves were received smoothly, and most of them were sick and weak. Roman was not picky, and he could contribute to the construction of Sage Town.

Even the disabled who could not stand on their feet had to sit up to sew and mend their clothes.

Firewood was never enough.

And the cost of feeding them was extremely low, nothing more than rations and shelter.

Even if they were tight on food, how much could they eat?

They worked as much as they ate, so why was Roman afraid that they would eat too much?

Here, the probability of a person dying of bloating was higher than that of a person dying of starvation.

As long as the resources they produced were proportional to the resources they consumed, Roman thought they were making money.

The only drawback was that low-quality slaves polluted the recruitment pool.

This was also destined to happen.

It was just that Roman did not initiate a new round of recruitment.

He asked Jimmy to number everyone's identity, place them in the corresponding brick houses, and arrange corresponding jobs according to their physical characteristics and past occupations.

These people only need to rest for three days.

Roman will have an extra batch of usable labor.

In the Origin Manor, he paced around in a small space, as if he was a little uneasy, and turned to Seth and said.

"I want them to build a road to the iron mine within 20 days. This request is not too harsh, right?"

Seth bowed his head and said, "Not too much! You have given them enough gifts, and they will also give you everything they have."

"Good! Good!"

Roman clenched his right hand into a fist.

He waved his fist lightly, biting his white teeth tightly, and the rich smell of fire and steel seemed to be spewing out from his nose.

It's time to speed up!

He said.

It's time to speed up!

...

At dawn.

Dane woke up.

He didn't get up, still thinking about what happened yesterday.

The wooden bed was comfortable, the brick house was solid, and the cool morning breeze blew out of the window. His wife Pamela was nowhere to be seen.

Pamela was a helper at the food camp. She was not responsible for cooking, but a helper at the mill and oven.

She had to wake up before dawn every day to bake enough bread and pies.

The lord therefore exempted them from mill tax and oven tax.

From now on, when they use the mill, they no longer have to pay half a pound of ten pounds of wheat.

The same goes for the oven. The baked black bread will never be taken away.

They were quite happy at first.

But now, he and Pamela found that the lord's seemingly benevolent policy actually concealed a huge trap -

because they had no time to grind their own wheat or bake their own black bread.

Moreover, the work arranged by the lord every day filled his time.

Each job was very heavy, and he was so tired that he couldn't straighten his back.

In this case, even if he had half a day of free time, he didn't want to do anything, he just wanted to rest or sleep.

It was only when they were moving that they realized a problem.

The food at home was moldy!

This was not a small problem. It was not only wheat that was moldy, but also various grains, which added up to 700 to 800 kilograms.

He and Pamela stared at each other, and after a long time of calculation, they found that they had not moved these grains for three months.

Now the weather is hot and humid, and it is normal for the grains to mold after a heavy rain.

But they had never encountered this problem before.

Dane's father had never encountered it.

Dane's grandfather had never encountered it.

But now Dane encountered this situation.

Dane, who had never had such experience, was naturally at a loss.

His brain could not understand this phenomenon anyway.

Their family used to have to accurately distribute food rations, and they were only allowed to eat so much every day. Even if they welcomed the summer harvest, they could not eat all of it. They had to leave reserve food, and they wanted to break a grain of wheat in half to eat.

Why could they leave these grains for so long?

Who is the culprit?

"God bless! That's not the culprit, that's our savior..."

Dain suddenly repented.

He felt a strong sense of guilt and regret for having disrespectful thoughts and offending the supreme authority of the lord.

He was very frightened and had no intention of lying down. He turned over and got out of bed. He walked out of the bedroom and lifted the mat woven with wheat straw. Just then, he saw his eldest son Glen and second son Keli also walked out of the next room.

Glenn was 18 years old and Keli was 16 years old, which was considered an adult in the eyes of the farmers.

Unlike Mechel, Wayne and Lana.

They could not go to the Origin Manor to study, and could only work as young and strong laborers to plow the land, build roads, burn bricks and build houses.

Dane hoped that Glenn and Keli could become a glorious guard.

But they were eliminated twice and still failed to be selected.

Fortunately, there will be opportunities in the future. The lord will recruit soldiers every once in a while.

Guards are good!

You can get rewards every month and eat meat for every meal. Soldiers who can't eat meat will be punished.

Dane couldn't imagine what kind of beautiful life that was.

He had to look at the moldy food again and couldn't help worrying.

What should I do if I can't finish the food?

Don't waste it.

Dane looked at Glenn.

Glenn shook his head. He ate three meals a day in the big kitchen, so how could he eat anything else.

Glenn left home.

Dane glanced at Keli.

Keli shook his head. He ate more than Glen.

He followed Glen out of the house.

Dane looked at Melcher again. The third daughter had just come out of the bedroom.

Dane made a decision that went against his ancestors.

"Melcher, do you want to have breakfast?"

The 13-year-old Melcher looked a little confused. She looked at the pile of moldy food. She suddenly shuddered and shook her head like a rattle.

She left the house quickly.

10-year-old Wayne also walked out of the bedroom

"Wayne, I remember you said you were hungry every day..."

The fourth son Wayne looked at his father. "Then give these things to my old self." He remembered that every time he cried out for hunger, his father would always beat him and scold him for being greedy.

As he said this, he followed Melcher's footsteps and left the house.

The youngest daughter Lana was the last to wake up. She was only 8 years old and yawned out of the bedroom.

"Lana..."

Before Dane could finish his words, he saw the pile of moldy food that the fifth daughter had first glimpsed.

She was still young and didn't know how to hide her emotions.

Dane clearly saw Lana's face showing contempt and disgust, and then she left the house without even looking at her.

She followed her third sister, Meichel, and fourth brother, Wayne, to the Origin Manor every day.

The fat chef Bob there would teach them how to make breakfast - the manor didn't have so many people to cook, so the children had to do it themselves and have enough food and clothing.

However, the lord was not stingy at all, and the ingredients provided were rich, including fish, meat, sugar, salt, milk and flour.

Not everyone had to cook, but took turns - it was their turn to cook today.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have to get up at five o'clock, they could sleep until more than six o'clock, and after waking up, they would slowly go to the manor for breakfast.

The lord sometimes ate the food they cooked, and they were proud of it.

After Lana left, Dane was very hurt, and he felt that his children had changed.

It wasn't like this before...

...

Dane always thought this was a punishment from the gods.

He and Pamela had five children.

Every day when they opened their eyes, they saw five children who needed to eat.

They only had two meals, so they were not full.

Each meal was only half a pound of food, so they were hungry, like chicks crying for food.

They had no choice, so they never disdained food, let alone moldy food, even rotten old food would be eaten.

Dane thought this was what they deserved.

He heard from the merchants who came to the town of Sger that greedy people would be punished by the gods.

He must have been too greedy and not worked hard enough, so he was punished by the gods, making him poor and hungry...