Chapter 388 I Want to Talk to the Prophet

Roman arranged a very busy agricultural task.

Even if there was a war, all production could not be stopped. The transition from spring to summer is a good time for arable land and sowing.

The damp rainy day had just passed, and the sky finally cleared up. Many farmers took the time to work, going back and forth to plant, smiling.

With the defeat of the Black Iron side, the news of the victory of the Valley Army spread throughout the settlements of the City of Plenty:

"The Valley Warriors attacked vigorously and crushed 800,000 enemy troops!"

This is a more literary way of saying it.

The folk saying is that Roman kicked all the Black Iron nobles hard, making them scream, and a group of masters ran away in panic, and were chased away with their heads covered - those idiots like to hear this.

It's just that the numbers are a bit exaggerated, the four armies combined are less than 800,000.

But Roman doesn't care about this, you are so aggressive and claim to have a million troops on the border, count how many people went back.

He still counted less.

Publicizing one's victory can enhance people's confidence and stabilize the society. If you count carefully, the Song Dynasty's foreign wars are actually positive.

This war has a huge impact. Roman has drawn thousands of militiamen as a reserve force and put them into the battlefield at a critical moment. The personnel transfer cannot be concealed from others. There has long been an atmosphere of impending storms, and all the people are paying attention to this matter.

The victory or defeat of the war is closely related to their future. Once their master is defeated, it means that this paradise will be destroyed and jackals and tigers will rush in.

Fortunately, the lord's army did not let the war burn to the mainland.

After learning the news of victory, the worried farmers learned from various channels that there was no worry about foreign invasions, so they were relieved to engage in production and prepared to kneel here as serfs for life.

That's it, how many people want to kneel but don't have this way!

The status of farmers is very low, and the group is huge. They are natural leeks in agricultural society.

Noble knights do not farm, and the land will not grow food out of thin air. What they harvest is the fruits of farmers' labor.

The taxation in the Black Iron Land is extremely heavy. The nobles who collect 70% of the tax are considered kindhearted. Some even collect 80% of the tax. Such cases are not uncommon.

Roman only asks for 50% of the tax. From the perspective of the current era, he seems a bit inhuman.

Moreover, this 50% of the food is not the 50% in the past, but the 50% after the increase in production.

Anyone who knows a little about economic accounts knows that the difference in quality of life between a monthly income of 5,000 and a monthly income of 10,000 is not twice, but three to five times.

After the popularization of the agricultural reform brought by Roman, the per-acre yield of the land in Fengrao City increased from less than 100 jin to nearly 200 jin. Now one acre of land grows the grain of three acres in the past - only a few acres of land have a per-acre yield of 100 jin.

The yield is quite low, but the grain in the hands of the farmers can bring an income of 50 jin per acre!

A heavy, solid 50 jin!

The farmers are all poor ghosts, there is no oil and water to squeeze, and Roman has never thought of squeezing the poor ghosts.

Other items are also exempted!

For example, seeds, farm tools, and livestock were all distributed for free.

He was carrying out an unprecedented collective production. If he was stingy, how could he make this movement so popular?

Roman attached great importance to food security, and it can be said that he attached great importance to it to the extent of obsession.

The first year he came to this land, he planted the land himself and looked for resources everywhere, fearing that there would be a food crisis.

But he did not object to storing grain for the people.

For the supreme leader of a political entity, if the peasants had food, Roman would have food.

The most intuitive result was that after the peasants tasted the sweetness - most of them had planted the land for one or two years, after setting foot on this land, no one had ever been hungry again, and their working attitude was very enthusiastic.

There was food at home and in the stomach, the lord had abundant martial virtues and a sense of security, so what else was there to be dissatisfied with?

Roman spent two days checking the farming situation and the progress of construction.

Then he went to the pass of ice and fire.

This pass was to burn water to stimulate rocks and drill through the mountain, but the project was huge, and Roman mobilized thousands of people to work day and night.

After several months, only one-third of the progress has been made.

Roman asked the captain of the overseers: "Can we drill through it this year?"

"Your Highness! I guarantee it with my life!" The overseer said confidently.

This person is not Ole, but a newly promoted officer.

Once the Ice and Fire Pass is completed, it will be the lifeline of transportation, and Roman attaches great importance to it.

"Very good."

After inspecting all the work in Fengrao City, he went to Origin City.

The basin is rich in resources and has a complete industry.

Fengrao City is developing, and Origin City is also developing. Here, things are changing with each passing day, and the vitality is vigorous and strong. Whether it is military or industry, it is a real rear base.

Roman checked for several days and finally confirmed one thing.

The total population of his territory is only more than 200,000-not all of them are obedient. The foundation is shallow, most of them are illiterate, prenatal education is dropped out, and those who can read are elementary school students. It is difficult to tinker with epoch-making things.

If technology can't deal with magic, use magic to deal with magic.

After he came out of the basin, the first thing he did was to say to the witches:

"I want to talk to the prophet."

...

Deep night. Huge tents stood, hundreds of campfires were connected, and there were still dinners and banquets on the march, accompanied by red wine and beauties.

Candles were burning quietly, and fireflies were flying between the tents.

And...

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Rough hands, brutal movements...

Panting, heavy, painful, unable to control...

"Huh..." Metzger suddenly woke up from her dream, her pupils dilated in an instant, and she couldn't help trembling all over.

She realized her identity, she was a slave of Master Lant. They wore headscarves, sat in carriages, and drove a long way for hundreds of miles before finally joining them.

They were living cash cows. The merchant never treated them badly. He would spend money to buy them thin and soft clothes so that the guests would feel that they were worth the money, but they definitely didn't spend money for that set of clothes.

Three companions died.

One died in the bed of the leader of the Wolf Head Mercenary Group because prostitutes could not satisfy the wolf's crazy desire; one died at the hands of an old mercenary with green eyes. He deliberately killed her as if he regarded her as an evil witch; the last one died in a fight between two mercenaries.

Those crazy people were generous and willing to compensate, so Lant never pursued them, and even secretly hoped that they would all die.

Then...

The enemies were all armored, as if they had fallen from the sky, and they were all extremely cruel.

They were naked in front of them. The mercenary with thick hair and bell-shaped braids had just gotten up from the bed sleepily, and before he could get his weapon, he was beheaded on the spot...

With his hands tied, he walked a long and arduous distance like a refugee.

Locked in a cage, crawling on the cold floor like a female beast, weak and tired.

Suddenly heard that the former mercenary masters were all executed...

Suddenly saw Master Lant being ruthlessly beheaded...

Suddenly knew that they would definitely be...

"Don't be silly, you are innocent."

The figure left just like that, getting farther and farther away.

The cage was opened, no beatings or scolding, no harm, like some kind of established routine.

Received a set of normal clothes, neither thin nor soft.

Took a hot bath, clear water, smooth soap, washed away the dirt on the body.

Come to a brick and stone residence, not a stable, not a sheepfold, and certainly not the bed of a big shot.

"Where is this?"

Metzler walked over barefoot and came to the door. Her vision suddenly opened up. She saw crisp lettuce, green asparagus, piles of onions, fresh dill, freshly slaughtered pork...

Many people were working on those positions to handle those ingredients.

People came and went, ordinary, busy and normal.

She held the door frame of the dormitory, her thin body stood there, staring blankly.

The sky was clear, the haze dissipated, and there was no more dust.