Chapter 212

Northern Province, Night Territory. Field dealt with government affairs in the morning and trained combat skills in the afternoon. A month passed in a flash.

As the wheat matured quickly, the completely recovered manor was dyed a brilliant golden color.

Freeman Bob looked at the wheat as high as a hill on the carriage, feeling dizzy as if he was dreaming. He actually grew wheat in the North, and there was endless wheat to be harvested in the farmland he reclaimed.

His family members all took sickles, cut the wheat one by one, and then loaded it into the oxcart.

"So much wheat! Wow, so much wheat, it smells so good."

A child over seven years old jumped and danced around the oxcart loaded with wheat.

"Be careful not to scare the cows, they are the adults' property." Bob picked up his son, threw him gently into the air, and caught him steadily. "Archie, go get some water, and ask how much wheat the bean sprout family produces per acre."

"Okay!" The little boy ran away like the wind as soon as he got off the field.

"Thanks to the generosity of the adults, they are willing to rent the cows to us, otherwise I don't know what to do with so much wheat."

Bob's wife was very excited. She has been in a state of excitement since the moment she harvested the wheat.

After the family was led here by the bull, they never complained and have been cultivating the land. When they were free, they went to the big winery to take some odd jobs, such as road construction or logging.

In the past, they were just habitually hardworking and didn't expect to get anything. They used high-intensity labor to cover up their muddle-headed lives.

But now, it's completely different.

"Yes, and the most important thing is the mill and the threshing ground. Listen to me, go to the threshing ground first to pay the money. Our family has 27 acres of land. If we cut all the land and then dry it, how long will it take to get there?"

Take out a handful of copper coins from your pocket, count them in your palm, and take out five coins to your wife: "Go quickly, and pay the mill as well."

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

The wife carefully held the copper coins in her palm. The feeling of having money on her body made her very happy, and she didn't even want to spend it.

"Not early, the adults said something... appointment, yes, appointment. Then make overall arrangements, I should have said the right words." Every time he talked about complex words, Bob always felt guilty, as if these words were only said by nobles, "Just go."

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

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

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

"Thank you, Lord Baron. If he hadn't given us food, none of us would have survived, and Archie would have even gained weight. Lord Field is a true noble, generous and kind." Bob said sincerely, "The former Bull Baron would not care whether you had food or not, he would only collect taxes, taxes, and taxes."

Before Night Territory produced food, it was Field who fed everyone. Every time he went out, he had to transport a large amount of food supplies, and everyone saw it.

Whether slaves or free people, they could get 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. I am worried about him when I think about the decrease in the treasury."

Bean Sprout's eyes welled up with tears when he thought about the lord spending his own gold coins and personally delivering food: "Even if I have to pay 100% of the taxes this year, I am happy as long as my Lord allocates me a piece of black bread every day."

"Yeah, I am willing to do that too."

Bob nodded seriously: "But I guess my Lord won't do that."

"Anyway, I will farm for my Lord for the rest of my life!" Bean Sprout said enthusiastically, "By the way, I'm getting married soon."

"Ah? Did you get shot in the knee?"

Bob's serious face was rarely stunned.

"An arrow in the knee" is a popular slang in this world, which means kneeling on one knee.

"Yes, with the widow."

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

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

"You can go to the big winery and ask the adults there, especially the little adults who can read and write sitting in front of the table. They are young, easy to talk to, and won't scold you." Bob was referring to Alexia and Lumi.

Bean Sprout's eyes lit up: "Good idea."

On the other side, Field was waiting for the meeting to be held and drafting the tax law at the same time.

Field first glanced at his panel.

Name: Field

Occupation: Lord

Territory: StarNight Castle Manor (32 hectares), lumberyard, and small farmland around.

Contracted Chosen: Ashina (winter, about to advance), Rosaria (corruption), Charlotte (harvest), Gaoglis (ingenuity)

Population: 1577

Development: 16 (barren, backward, poor)

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

Environmental value: 10 (the environment of the territory is generally poor, residents dare not move around at will, and slaves feel crowded)

Probability of the Chosen appearing: 3 in 1 billion

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

"Is the happiness so high because of the 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.

"Fuck, it turns out that the Chosen Ones really rely on the development of the territory to grow?" Field was so excited, especially when he saw Ashina was about to advance, he almost jumped up with joy, "However, the energy level may be affected by many factors, and we have to continue to study it."

"Sorry, sir, I'm late."

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

"Small problem, I know you are busy with the harvest, but you must be on time next time." Field was in a good mood and didn't care about these trivial matters. He took a quick look and asked, "How is the output per acre of land counted?"

"Sir, it has been counted." Butler Kao stood up and reported, "The land planted by slaves has a wheat yield of about 180 kilograms. The land of free people is divided into two grades. The yield of manure is 230 kilograms, and the yield of manure without manure ranges from 150 to 200 kilograms."