You were made to farm, and now you're the emperor of an empire?

Chapter 148 Winter Hunting
Sanna had hoped to become a maid on the estate.

In what used to be a small fishing village, this was a coveted job.

For the fisherwoman, a simple and plain life with enough to eat is already a luxury; she doesn't need to eat low-calorie fish, shellfish, shrimp, and crab every day.

She has wanted to eat bread and wheat porridge since she was a child.

But after his family was destroyed and his family perished, this vision was actually realized.

In comparison, her brother was practically an anomaly.

The pirates burned down their home, and Khao was about to take up his harpoon and fight them to the death.

When he realized he was powerless against the brutal pirates, he immediately knelt down and begged for mercy, while protecting her from being slaughtered.

Yet the flames of hatred smoldered in his ruthless heart, and the smoldering pain of that wound spurred him to transform and grow, making him dare to dance on the edge of a knife.

While she grieved for the deaths of her family members, she couldn't reach the level of obsessive madness that Kao possessed.

Roman forced her into the classroom and taught her arithmetic and writing. She studied under Káo's supervision. That vicious boy showed her no mercy and would beat and kick her if she relaxed even slightly, so her learning progress was always faster than Gwyneth's.

But this only made her more confused. She wanted to fit in with the maids, and her biggest wish in the past was simply to eat bread and porridge.

However, she was told that she was Lord Kao's sister, the sister of the future knight of conquest—how could the sister of a nobleman become a maid?
There are only four or five knights in this land, and her brother is one of them, holding a higher position than all the stewards and soldiers.

This identity, on the contrary, feels somewhat illusory and unreal.

She felt lost and couldn't find her place.

……

Sanna returned to her room, feeling dejected.

The lord scolded her for not staying by Khal's side. She was a little scared, afraid that Khal would find out about this and beat her again, but he was all she had left.

How could they be siblings? Sanna wondered.

They look alike: wheat-colored skin, brown hair, and light blue eyes. But their personalities are completely different.

Kao was reviewing that brief but life-or-death battle.

He had consulted Dick, but after killing the knight, he always felt he could have done better. If he had been decisive and swift enough, he could have seized that fleeting opportunity and killed him without injury, instead of trading injury for death.

Unfortunately, it was his first time on the battlefield, and he didn't know what to pay attention to in life-or-death combat. He hadn't had time to turn what he had learned into combat experience.

Sanna came to his bedside and whispered, "Brother, would you like some hot water?"

"Do not bother me!"

How could they be siblings? Kao wondered.

He was thoroughly fed up with Sanna's useless attitude. His sister was cheerful and healthy. But that wasn't what he wanted. He hoped to see an aggressive sister, like a leopard or a lioness, capable of unleashing sharp claws—otherwise, how could she win the Lion King's favor?

Without force, how could she survive in this cruel world?

"The master sent me to take care of you," Sanna said aggrievedly. Since Kao returned, his attitude towards her had become increasingly harsh, making her want to ask Gweil for help. Perhaps Gweil, who was also a close attendant, could say a few good words for her and ask Kao to hit her less severely.

Kao suddenly fell silent.

There was only one master in the manor.

He stared at her for a moment, then suddenly said, "Go and serve our master."

Kao suddenly thought this whimsical idea was quite good. He said enthusiastically, "Master is going hunting. You know, Master has a big bow, blood red, very heavy, and inlaid with diamonds. You can go with him, help him carry the bow and arrows, and go hunting with him!"

Sanna was taken aback: "Huh? I'm going hunting..."

“That’s right! Go and beg your master to take you with you! Sanna! You need to live in your master’s sight, make him notice you, you can’t keep hiding from him!”

……

When Sanna came to find Roman, Roman agreed after learning about the situation.

Kao must have his reasons for doing this.

He could tacitly allow the apostles to have their own lives and thoughts, and he always indulged them.

When Gweil heard about this, she came over excitedly. It's the same whether you're herding one sheep or two.

So the winter hunting team had two more lamb tails.

Nobles hunted primarily for economic reasons and to secure a source of meat.

Because hunting yields a large amount of fur and meat.

Roman can ignore economic problems, but the food problem must be solved.

He needs to hunt at least 100,000 jin of wild animals to fill the food gap during this period.

This time, he mobilized his troops, gathering an army of three hundred men and leaving about two hundred men in the military camp for any eventuality.

Even if Count Condé wanted to retaliate, he would need time to prepare and could not attack immediately.

Having just finished a war, they were now going hunting, but the soldiers didn't mind; they treated it purely as entertainment.

Isn't hunting much more fun than grueling and boring physical training?
There is a custom of winter hunting in the northern regions.

The land there is vast, but the climate is harsh and crops cannot be grown. In winter, people can only survive by fishing and hunting.

However, the Black Iron Lands do not have this custom; overhunting disrupts the food chain balance and causes significant damage to the local ecosystem.

Although the basin is extremely vast, the surrounding area available for hunting is limited.

During the autumn hunt, he nearly wiped out all the wild animals.

Now, winter hunting can only be carried out in more distant places.

The heavy snow from a few days ago has not yet melted, leaving muddy roads.

The sun was not visible in the sky that day.

The weather was bleak and the north wind was biting.

This is a dark and wild land, with a dense forest composed of oak, black thorn, and dwarf chestnut trees. As you walk in, the calls of deer and howls of wolves echo faintly through the woods.

The wild, dense forests are intricate and complex, and the traces of civilization have lingered here.

The winter hunting teams, however, had to pass through this area, and from above, they looked like a swarm of ants heading out to find food.

Roman looked around at this wild and desolate land.

He realized that if this land were to be reclaimed in the future, it would become excellent farmland.

This is a long-term project. Without hundreds of thousands of people, it's impossible to transform this place into a livable environment. The transformation process may take twenty or thirty years.

But farming is by no means a losing proposition; otherwise, it wouldn't be called farming.

Its income must far exceed its investment.

Even in the early stages of reclamation, the output of the wasteland was certainly enough to support the pioneers—provided sufficient logistical support could be provided.

Once truly reclaimed, these hundreds of thousands of acres of raw land in the basin will be transformed into mature land.

At that time, the output of this land will be enough to feed three million to five million people.

Once wheat varieties are improved, feeding ten million people will not be just empty talk.

He swallowed these horrifying words; today's fools cannot comprehend what a glorious and great mission this is.

They arrived at a suitable hunting ground.

Roman dispersed his soldiers to form an encirclement.

Monsters are ferocious, but their claws and teeth pale in comparison to armed soldiers.

Unless they are legendary alien species, monsters cannot escape the hunting of humans.

Soon, the mournful howls of wild boars, forest bears, and many other magical beasts echoed through the mountains and forests.

(End of this chapter)