Chapter 37 Turmoil

On this day, Roman cut down five trees.

This adds 10 points of gathering experience to him.

Due to the long-term exertion of both arms, when the fifth pine tree fell, Roman only felt that his arms were extremely sore. Although he could still hold on, he felt that there was no need to force it.

In addition, it was getting late, so Roman took Gweil back to the Origin Manor.

Chef Bob prepared dinner.

Buttered bread, chargrilled lamb chops, fried ham slices, radish and vegetable soup, and a large jug of milk.

After Roman sat down, he poured a glass of hot milk for himself and Guweil.

Seth suddenly said: "Master, some farmers came to me today and I hope you will allocate land to them as soon as possible. Even if the tax is higher, they can accept it if the tax is 50% and 60%."

Roman picked up a fragrant mutton chop and bit into the mutton slowly.

"Why should I give them land," he said.

Seth responded, "Those farmers say you broke your rent covenant."

Roman did not deny it: "Well, so what if I violate it, he can go to the Black Iron King to punish me."

He now unites all the resources in Sige Town.

If the land is divided, it means that the labor is also dispersed.

All those farmers went to cultivate the land assigned to them according to the old traditional methods.

That was calculated as a unit of ten thousand acres. Everyone in Sige Town couldn't even find a shadow if they sprinkled it on it.

Who will cultivate his land?

Seth felt that this was inappropriate. He was Roman's retainer and knew that Roman was not a person who wasted his life.

Roman, as the best among the illegitimate sons of the Grand Duke, came to Sige Town with all his efforts, not to destroy it, but to build it.

After all, he is the lord here.

There are always huge hidden dangers in this matter.

He felt that Roman should follow a step-by-step approach, first using the methods of other nobles to rule to make the people feel stable, and then gradually change the past traditions.

For example, first plow and fertilize a hundred acres of land. If it works, the area can be expanded next year.

This is the safest way.

But Seth didn't expect Roman to flip the table as soon as he came up.

Stud was carried out without any precedent, and it would be difficult for anyone to understand.

Roman is very stubborn about this matter and will not listen to anyone's advice.

After dinner, Roman went back to his room to rest.

Nothing happened all night.

When dawn broke, Roman woke up.

He held a few slices of white bread in his mouth, and after a brief breakfast, he went to the utility room, put the ax on his shoulder, and continued to the forest to the north to chop down trees.

I haven't fully recovered from yesterday's fatigue.

So Roman only cut down three large trees and two smaller trees this morning.

Gweil watched with concentration as Roman cut down the wood one by one. She sat on the tree trunk, holding her chin, and watched with great interest, not feeling bored at all.

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[Collecting experience +1]

Roman looked at the experience points of [Collection] and found that he had accumulated 20 experience points and was still 80 points away from being able to upgrade.

In this case, after cutting down trees for another four or five days, he can upgrade [Gathering] to level 2.

Roman pays more attention to the [Gathering] skill, which is related to quarrying and mining.

The difficulty of upgrading from level 1 to level 2 is relatively low, while upgrading from level 2 to level 3 requires 380 experience points. It can be expected that more and more experience points are required, and it will take Roman dozens of days to reach level 3. level, it takes a long time to upgrade from level 3 to level 4.

So Roman is going to improve various level 1 life skills first.

The level 2 [Planting] skill is enough for now.

boom! boom! boom!

boom!

Another tall tree fell.

Roman took a deep breath, and Gweir next to him immediately brought up the handkerchief.

Just when he was about to take a break and continue cutting down trees, there was faint noise of commotion from the Origin Manor.

A male slave ran anxiously from the manor.

"Master, something happened. Go and have a look."

Roman returned to the manor and saw hundreds of farmers gathering downhill from a distance.

Guardsmen armed with spears formed a blocking line. Aaron and Green stood in front of the guards. The two war knights were fully armed and stood on both sides, like two door gods. There were some bloodstains on the ground, and there was obviously bloodshed.

Moore and a group of stewards hid in a safe location and did not dare to come forward to speak.

Seth stood tall and tall in front of the two of them. Facing a crowd that was far larger than him, the deacon was not afraid. Instead, he sternly reprimanded the crowd for their offensive behavior.

Roman didn't hear what they were saying because they were too far away.

When he appeared in person, the already excited crowd became even more restless, and they rushed forward together.

Aaron took a step forward and protected Seth behind him. The buckler he raised was like an unshakable rock, blocking the progress of the crowd.

Roman scolded: "What are you doing!"

The crowd suddenly became quiet, and everyone stared at the noble lord.

He stood at a high place, with long brown and black hair scattered on his shoulders, like a young lion. However, his shoulders were not too wide, but his body was strong, supporting his majesty. His expression was calm, and his red eyes were When his eyes are focused, they are as sharp as an eagle's eyes, making people dare not look directly.

When he came to him, more than a dozen old farmers stood in the front of the crowd, whispering: "Lord, we hope to divide the land."

Roman raised his chin and said: "I don't allow it!"

The crowd behind these old farmers began to surge again.

The old farmer said: "The land you let us cultivate is too little, we need more land."

They clearly realized the specific scope of the land from the boundaries drawn by Roman, and Roman prohibited them from cultivating land outside that land, and the meaning was self-evident.

The farmers who participated in the plowing yesterday also calmed down from the joy of seeing the heavy plow.

With the farming experience of previous years, they knew that they could not feed everyone with only this piece of land.

After a day of brewing, the farmers who could no longer bear it finally gathered together and launched this large-scale riot.

The old farmer's voice was weak and humble, but very firm. "We need to divide the land. Only in this way can we not starve to death. Even if you raise taxes, we can agree."

Roman pretended not to hear: "Did you do what you should do today? How much fertilizer did you pile today? How much land did you plow? Did you use the newly cast heavy plow of Lax?"

The old farmer shook his head and said: "Lord, please have mercy. We can't see the hope of survival."

Roman said impatiently: "Tell me! How can I make you obey me?"