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

Chapter 15 It shouldn't exist on this land.
Roman approached and first looked at the food, finding it to be quite good.

Dry food consists of legumes and miscellaneous grains.

Black bread is bran bread.

Oatmeal porridge is also very thick.

There was still water boiling on the earthenware pot behind.

Deacon Seth had prepared food for him, just as Roman had previously mentioned.

He also wanted to eat lunch today.

Roman ate very quickly. The black bread tasted terrible, but he swallowed it whole as if he hadn't chewed it at all.

While other farmers were enjoying their meals, Roman took Mohr to the manure hill and began composting.

Moore's face turned ashen, the strong stench permeating the air and the overflowing excrement almost bringing him to tears.

Roman frowned, his stomach clenched, and he almost vomited up his lunch.

With his strong control over his body, he suppressed his instinctive disgust and aversion, picked up his tools and walked towards the pile of dung. After nearly two hours, he finally created a standard flat compost heap, and then sealed it with wet mud to allow it to ferment at high temperatures inside.

If all goes well, it will be fully decomposed in half a month. At that point, there will be no foul smell, only a faint ammonia odor, and it will have completely become fertilizer.

But not now. When Roman left, feces splattered all over his body and trousers; his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was turning purple.

He immediately took a shower, washed himself thoroughly, and then changed into clean clothes.

Roman sniffed his arms and hands, his brow furrowing slightly.

He felt he had absorbed the flavor.

This smell probably won't dissipate anytime soon.

Then, Roman called Moore over and told him that all the manure from now on should be processed according to his standard procedure.

Farmers who perform this work will receive an extra two pounds of wheat as a reward.

This step isn't complicated, but it's disgusting and a blow to both the body and mind.

Roman thought he was as resilient as a rock and as strong as steel, but in the end, he couldn't keep up and was disgusted by it.

Moore believed that the farmers would do this even without a reward.

He felt that Mr. Roman had never been exposed to such things since childhood, just like the most miserable feeling when he first got carsick. The group of farmers at the bottom of society were not unable to accept this kind of work. They had long been used to this stench. Who doesn't have a few piles of excrement in their house?

But when Mohr glanced at Roman, whose face had turned from purple to blue, he couldn't bring himself to say those words.

Roman took this matter very seriously and instructed Moore to carry it out as soon as possible.

What else is there to say? The lord has already made such a sacrifice. If he doesn't do a good job, then Mor can only dream of his future life in the pigsty.

So he quickly made the arrangements.

Roman went to do something else.

He first went to the livestock shed to observe the condition of the oxen and farming tools, and then summoned the blacksmith from Sig Town.

The blacksmith, named Lax, appeared before Roman quickly after being summoned.

The man was middle-aged, with thick curly hair, a full beard, and a lot of chest hair. He was wearing an open-front t-shirt and had a rather strong physique, especially his arms, which were like iron hoops.

These artisans, who possessed specialized skills, enjoyed high social status and excellent living conditions.

"You are Lax."

“Yes, sir,” Lax replied respectfully, placing his hands on his abdomen.

Roman treated Lax very well, and he valued the significance these professions represented.

Roman then asked, "Did you make the farming tools in Sig Town?"

"Some were brought by merchants, and some were made by me, but I usually only handle the repairs, sir."

Roman frowned and narrowed his eyes.

He glanced at the iron plows again, subconsciously bit his finger, then turned his head and spat out a mouthful of saliva with a grim expression.

"How's your business in Sig Town?"

“Not very good, sir,” Lax said.

The blacksmith's need for iron is self-evident, but it does not have the ability to smelt iron independently. It can only purchase raw materials such as iron ingots and iron blocks from outside, and then Lax will forge and hammer them according to the needs of Sig Town.

However, the economic situation in Sigge Town was terrible; simply put, it was too poor to afford iron products, and only a few farmers owned iron farm tools.

This phenomenon is normal.

In this era, steel is a scarce commodity.

The majority of the iron produced was used to forge various military equipment, followed by supplies for the daily lives of nobles and royalty. Merchants and gentry also urgently needed iron, and very little of it ended up in the hands of the peasantry. The agricultural official held an extremely high position in Sigge Town. He controlled most of the oxen and most of the iron farm tools, and his personal wealth surpassed that of everyone else in Sigge Town.

Roman asked Lax, "How many iron ingots do you have?"

“Only 200 jin.” Lax was in a dilemma, feeling that Roman might seize his property.

This was all his possessions, the only possessions of a high-level professional in Sigge Town, more valuable than eight oxen.

Roman pondered for a moment.

Then he squatted down and drew a diagram of an iron plow on the ground.

"Is it possible to manufacture this type of plow?"

Lax was very surprised. He looked at it carefully, feeling both uncertain and curious.

Roman described the specific dimensions of the iron plow to him.

Based on his experience, Lax estimated in his mind and was immediately surprised: "This big thing may require more than 30 pounds of iron. Moreover, it not only needs iron, but also wheels, so we need to find a carpenter."

There are many carpenters in Sig, but only the carpenter Vickers can make wheels.

Roman frowned upon hearing this, having minimized the materials required for the heavy plow.

"I understand. You can forge this thing, and I will pay you accordingly."

Lax quickly declined, saying that Roman only needed to pay the cost price.

He looked at Roman's face and hesitated before saying, "But, my lord, the church officials say that everything that exists is a gift from God and should remain as it is. If we do not move it, hell is just ahead."

The church's influence extends far and wide across the land, and even in a remote place like Sig Town, it still wields considerable power.

This means that all tools and technologies are gifts from the gods, and humanity should maintain the status quo, or it will fall into hell.

It's fine to ask farmers to collect manure, since nobody knows what Roman is doing.

But Lax could tell at a glance that Roman had asked him to build a new type of plow, which violated the church's doctrine.

Upon hearing this, Roman stood up and calmly said, "Then let their god say this to me face to face."

Lax was somewhat bewildered by the arrogant and blasphemous words, and the barely concealed disrespect for the gods.

Roman ignored it all; he was determined to shatter all the preconceived notions of the residents of Sig Town and make them obey him.

What is the church anyway! Bangbang will teach you a lesson after giving you two punches.

Roman continued, "This is very important. It needs to be made as soon as possible. Take me to your shop, and also call the carpenter."

Urged on by Roman, Lax had no choice but to lead the way.

Roman followed, frowning as he glanced back one last time at the iron plow beside the ox.

It's weird, really weird.

What's strange is the design of the plow.

Roman had seen the land of the Cracked Armor Family, and he had also seen the land of Sig Town.

Although they are located in different places, their soil structures are roughly the same, which means that this land is basically in the same ecological environment.

This land has a high water content, is too wet, and is full of clay.

After Roman's [Planting] skill leveled up to level 2, his understanding of soil became much deeper.

Turning over the soil, as the name suggests, involves turning over the surface soil to make it looser.

Most crop seeds prefer soft beds to hard beds.

Although they can still turn the soil using iron plows, the plows are very light and can only cut a shallow layer of the ground, not deep enough for deep cultivation.

In other words, using it to plow the land is actually not very useful; at most, it can only increase the yield by 50%, which is the main reason why the yield per mu was so tragic in this era.

The first step in meticulous cultivation is deep soil cultivation.

Then the problem is coming.

Roman was very curious.

If the natural climate does not change drastically, the soil conditions do not become extreme in a short period of time, and there is no sudden cooling phenomenon like that of the Little Ice Age.

So why did this kind of lightweight plow come into being on this land?
This thing is more like an imported product, and it doesn't conform to the objective laws of development.

It should never have appeared on this land.

This place does not have the natural conditions for its birth.

Even without a plow, Roman could understand.

But if the person who invented this light plow didn't just invent a heavy plow?
(End of this chapter)