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

Chapter 149 Yellowberry
"Sanna, come quick! Look at this..."

Gweil spotted the plants in the meadow and ran towards them, not forgetting to turn back and shout to Sanna.

Roman's army ambushed and slaughtered wild beasts in the distance, a bloody and brutal spectacle.

The two girls seemed to be on a picnic, relaxed and lively.

"What is this?" The fisherwoman, who grew up on the coast, had never seen such a plant before.

That narrow, tenacious patch of wild grass, creeping across the snow-covered ground, resembled some kind of strawberry, but its fruit was a vibrant, bright yellow.

“It’s yellowberry!” Gweil exclaimed excitedly.

She had eaten these berries in the mountains, and they tasted quite delicious.

Uncle Dick didn't recognize the wild berry, but Grandpa Garin, who was very knowledgeable, called it a yellow berry.

In the far north and the land of Igor, in those bitterly cold places, the same kind of berry also grows.

It is said that its plants are everywhere, but the fruit is quite rare. The fruit is amber and golden yellow in color, and its clustered shape resembles the sunset in the sky. It is called "cloudberry" or "goldenberry".

It can withstand low temperatures and cold, and can grow even in climates where the ground is covered in ice and frost. Some varieties only bear fruit in summer and autumn.

However, some exotic species can also grow in winter. Under the thick layer of snow, their dense root systems painstakingly draw nutrients from the frozen soil, eventually producing fruits smaller than a strawberry.

"Grandpa Jialin told me that it can be used to cure diseases. If you are weak, eating some yellow berries will make you feel much better. I searched for a long time in the mountains before and only found a small patch. There are so many here!"

Gweil danced with excitement; of all the berries, the yellowberry was the most delicious she had ever eaten.

The mountain conditions are limited and not suitable for yellowberries to grow, but now it feels like we've come to a gold mine.

She was overjoyed, and now she understood what it felt like to find a treasure.

"Sanna, come and have a taste!" Gweil pounced on the ground, picked a yellow strawberry from the top of the plant, and put it in her mouth.

She wore an expression of utter ecstasy.

Sanna also curiously picked a yellow strawberry, and felt the rich fruity aroma and cool taste explode in her mouth. The strong taste made her eyes widen, and she immediately understood why Gweil had such feelings.

She happily rolled around in the snow and grass, running wild everywhere, until her hair became disheveled. Finally, she sat down on this narrow strip of grass, clenched her little fists, and declared boldly, "I'm going to pick a whole bucketful for Roman!"

She acted immediately, running to the winter hunting team and asking someone for a wooden bucket used to bleed wild animals.

Sanna savored the aftertaste of the yellow berries, finding them somewhat like a cold baked apple, but overly sweet, with a delicate, soft, and thin skin and abundant, creamy juice.

She subconsciously thought of Kao, who was bedridden, and heard Geviel mention the value of yellow berries, so she ran over and asked for a wooden bucket to take back so that Kao could eat more and perhaps recover faster. That way, the master wouldn't make her stay by Kao's bedside.

The yellowberry plants are dense, but the fruits are sparsely distributed, often only one yellowberry per square meter. The fruits are also very small, about the size of a thumbnail.

Even in this lush meadow, it would take a whole day to fill a wooden bucket.

The two girls were completely immersed in the joy of picking, a joy and excitement born from their genetic instincts.

They ate yellow berries when they were thirsty or hungry, and they enjoyed it immensely without feeling tired at all.

At some point, Sanna turned around and looked back.

There was no sign of the winter hunting party.

She felt a sudden sense of fear, and seeing that the wooden bucket was almost half full of yellow berries, she said to Gweil, "Let's go back, this should be enough."

“There are plenty of yellow berries ahead. If you’re scared, go back. I’m going to pick a whole bucketful for Roman!” Gweil picked yellow berries tirelessly, her young body seemingly brimming with inexhaustible energy.

She carried the wooden bucket forward, and Sanna had no choice but to follow her.

She glanced at Gweil every now and then, feeling slightly relieved. The field was long and narrow.

To the left is a dense, bottomless forest, while to the right is a hilly area covered with trees of varying heights. Behind it lies a desolate, isolated place.

The surrounding landscape was strange and unpredictable, but the yellow berries in front of her seemed to be increasing, forming a winding, golden road that lured and beckoned her forward, ever forward...

……

The hazy sky suddenly darkened, and the wind grew stronger.

Gweil looked at the full wooden bucket, which weighed about seven or eight pounds.

She finally brought Sanna back.

"Don't be afraid, Sanna, I won't get lost if you follow me."

"I've lived in the mountains for a long time and have never gotten lost."

"Grandpa Garin said I'm a lucky Gweil. I'm not just a child who brings bad luck; I also have a kind of luck that others can hardly match."

"Grandpa Garin was comforting me, but I don't really like this nickname, 'Lucky Gweil.' I've taken all the luck away, leaving only misfortune for others."

I always end up hurting others unintentionally.

“I understand that those people are afraid of me. I wish that I were the one to suffer misfortune and bring good luck to others. That way, they could gather around me and receive good fortune from my side.”

"But I'm actually very lucky, because even so, there are people who accept me: Roman, Grandpa Garin, Uncle Dick... and you..."

"I am truly grateful to you for being the only one who is willing to stay with me and not be afraid of me."

"If you encounter any trouble, I will help you. I won't let you suffer any injustice..."

Gweil led the way, panting as she carried the wooden bucket.

I don't know how long we walked, or how long we talked.

Sometimes she would do this, confiding her innermost frustrations and troubles to others.

Roman was busy, Garin was far away in the mountains, and Dick and Jet didn't have time to listen to her innermost thoughts; they didn't understand the delicate and sensitive heart of a girl.

She could only confide in Sanna about her worries, not to seek comfort, but because keeping some things to herself was very uncomfortable, and talking about them made her feel much better.

Without Sanna, she would only be able to confide her inner turmoil to the flowers, plants, and trees.

She was very obedient in front of Roman, but not in front of Sanna.

Gweil was very talkative, a bit of a chatterbox, rambling on about her innermost thoughts.

Sometimes, she would hear Sanna's complaints about Kao.

She could see the scars on Sanna's body, though they would disappear without a trace over time.

But pain is pain, and sometimes she saw Sanna crying from the pain, and she didn't want to see Sanna get hurt.

Perhaps it's time to talk to Kao!
She should go and talk to that mean-spirited boy and make him stop his brutal behavior.

She muttered to herself for a long time, lost in thought, when the lonely sound of the wind drifted by, but there was no response for a long time.

Gweil turned around and found that there was no one behind her.

Pfft!
The wooden barrel landed on the ground, and many yellow berries rolled around...

(End of this chapter)