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

Chapter 300 One Punch Shatters the Earth! (Bonus Chapter for Alliance Leader)
Roman felt wonderful.

His palm stroked Shasta's black hair, soft and smooth.

She didn't do much skincare, but her skin felt amazingly good, almost as good as Neel's.

This can only be attributed to the special physical condition of some people.

He ran his hands through Shasta's hair, his fingers wanting to apply pressure, yet afraid of hurting her.

Even so, Shasta felt very uncomfortable.

She couldn't breathe.

Compared to the past, when people lived a life of hardship, constantly on the move, and on the run, this is a far cry from their previous lives.

Life is so good now.

It's so good it's almost unreal.

The person in front of them never discriminated against them, treating them as human beings, as their own kind, neither close nor distant, and treating them no differently than he treated others.

Sometimes she wondered if this was all an illusion. Although she always remained cold when her unreliable friends talked about it, she secretly wondered if she should do more to soothe her anxiety and insecurity.

She didn't know the answer; all she could do was remain loyal to him.

But things always change; some relationships get better, and some get worse.

Margaret lost control and said things she shouldn't have. She was extremely worried that things would escalate to a very bad point.

However, no conflict occurred; even when he was assertive, he still had some leeway.

That's what Shasta thought.

In truth, if he had just said so, she wouldn't have dared to refuse. At first, she would use Margaret as an excuse, although later she stopped pretending altogether.

Sigh, the petty thoughts of a little man.

She closed her eyes, feeling some physical discomfort. But she concluded that she didn't dislike it at all; she found it perfectly tolerable.

But then, suddenly...

She suddenly opened her eyes.

"Woo..."

Roman breathed a sigh of relief. He stroked Shasta's head repeatedly, showering her with praise: "Shasta! Beautiful Shasta! My dear Shasta! You're amazing! I'd punch the Earth to pieces for you!!"

Experienced women all said that a man's words after sex are unreliable; only a witch who has never heard sweet talk would believe them. Shasta didn't know what Earth was either, and only felt that he was talking nonsense. But she looked at him with her bright, watery eyes and inexplicably wanted to believe him just this once.

“Your Highness, as long as you are happy,” she said.

"Then I'll be troubling you from now on," Roman said.

The witch gave a soft "hmm".

She was about to leave, preparing to put on a linen shirt over her upper body, but was caught again.

Her skin was slightly red and felt a little numb.

Despite feeling uncomfortable, she helped him resolve the issue twice more.

Shasta knew he was only twenty years old and it was normal for him to be full of energy, while she was twenty-nine, almost thirty, nearly ten years older than him.

But he said he could accept them and didn't look down on them at all.

"If you have any questions, just let me know."

Shasta tried to maintain a cool demeanor, but her face flushed and her eyes unconsciously revealed a captivating charm.

She straightened her clothes and hurriedly left the room.

"The taste of a witch is really good..."

Roman lay on the bed, feeling a sense of emptiness and detachment for a moment.

"Something's wrong! Sigh! Sigh! Roman, Roman! How could you be so degenerate! Have you forgotten the development plan for Plenty City?! This can't go on! You need to correct it!"

Roman wished he could punch himself twice!
……

He rode out on horseback that very day.

It illuminates the map's view and helps locate suitable land for cultivation.

The city of Plenty has about 300,000 mu of arable land—considering only arable land, according to Roman's perspective, most of the land is wasteland with poor soil, making cultivation difficult.

As I said before, selective in-depth cultivation.

As long as grain production is increased, reducing the cultivated area is very worthwhile.

He plans to designate a large, fertile plot of land suitable for large-scale cultivation. It won't be much, maybe around 100,000 mu.

……

three days later.

Heavy plowing and agricultural guidance finally arrived.

Roman immediately set about arranging a plan to cultivate the area further.

Changing agricultural production is a very difficult task for other lordly regimes.

But it's more convenient for Roman.

Who told him to have such a bad reputation?

A bad reputation is secondary.

The main force consisted of 5,000 soldiers assisting with farming.

How can the army of Origin City function if they don't know how to farm!
We must drastically strengthen education!

Everyone must master the skills of intensive farming and learn about the relationship between fertilizer and soil; more advanced knowledge need not be learned for the time being.

Roman always placed great emphasis on the morale of the army. Every night, the barracks held study sessions, and each soldier had a literacy book. Although not all soldiers could read and write, it was normal for them to recognize a few numbers and words, indicating that they had some basic literacy.

Five thousand highly obedient soldiers were discharged from the army and returned to their fields; their work efficiency was self-evident.

When Roman himself came to the fields to inspect the spring plowing campaign, the soldiers were all incredibly enthusiastic, almost to the point of kicking the oxen and horses away and pulling the plow themselves.

It is not impossible.

The cattle and horses outside were all emaciated, and Roman was worried they would die if he took more than a few steps.

What a waste! How can there be any efficiency if you don't feed the cattle and horses well?
Of course, Roman understands the objective factors of just getting through winter, but that is no reason to use them to the point of exhaustion.

Roman also dispatched a thousand oxen and two thousand draft horses from Origin City to assist in plowing the fields.

Origin City doesn't need that many cattle and horses for the time being; there are basically only two ways to obtain them.

One was land reclamation, and the other was transportation.

This is roughly enough to meet the daily needs of Origin City, and it's also the largest number of livestock Roman can mobilize.

Not only livestock, but also hundreds of thousands of kilograms of feed such as soybean meal and silage.

Otherwise, we really can't afford to raise them.

And so, Roman's mission to bring a little shock to this land from the Origin City is finally complete!
The fools of Plenty City stared wide-eyed at the sight of the cattle and horses.

What the hell!

This cow!

This horse!

That huge, fat, and robust body!

Those well-developed muscles in his limbs!

In the Middle Ages, this was even more extreme than taking hormones!
The Sinnoh prisoners of war were shouting that this was completely contrary to the Church, daring to change what the gods had given them!

Roman made these prisoners of war step out of line on the spot, then hanged them.

Either work or die.

Most farmers are shallow believers who are just trying to make a living, and they come here because the Jihad Army can provide them with a better life.

Now things are terrible. The Papacy has lost, and they're in a slightly better situation than before... well, a little better.

After all, three meals a day really do taste good!

If you can just coast through life, then coast through life. You can forget about questioning the authority of the blasphemers; at most, you can grumble while you work.

Roman didn't care if they were just coasting along, as long as they could work.

As long as the planned targets are met, everyone will be fine.

If you don't finish it, you'll suffer the consequences.

Over time, the benefits brought about by changing the production model will silence all those who complain.

What's wrong with the Vatican?

If you're so capable, come to Plenty and have a real fight with the King of the Valley!
(End of this chapter)