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

Chapter 313 Because He Was Kind (Bonus Chapter for Alliance Leaders, Please Vote)
After the celebration, Roman also tallied the total amount of grain harvested by the City of Abundance in this round.

It was better than expected.

Ten thousand mu of land, nearly twenty million jin of wheat.

He plans to increase the population of Fengrao City to 100,000 this year, with an average of 200 catties of wheat per person, which is barely enough.

But the more food, the better.

……

At this moment, the soul of the entire city of abundance was also awakened from that harvest celebration.

In the past, no one told them what they were doing or what the purpose of doing it was; they just kept working.

Roman was able to force them to work simply because they were given three meals a day and wouldn't go hungry.

But enthusiasm is out of the question. There are three meals a day, that's all. Who knows, the master might cancel them one day if he's unhappy.

They are not people who haven't experienced such things.

Most of these people had tragic experiences such as losing their families, being forced to leave their homes, being sold into slavery, or being captured after being defeated in battle.

If you ask them why they are still alive, they can't give you a reason.

Living instinctively, living numbly, like a walking corpse.

There is neither direction nor goal.

This is how my life will be.

The soldiers often told them that they were the same, that if they followed the master, they would eat well and live a good life.

Those soldiers came from the former Kande territory and sincerely hoped that this land would be better; they worked the hardest when they did.

But nobody believes this; it's too far-fetched.

If you're a soldier and I'm a slave, even if you don't hit me when I walk down the street, I still have to kowtow to you.

It's like saying a slave can live a good life just by working hard, hahaha.

just now……

Oh no, this might be true!
Their souls seemed to be suddenly awakened from a deep sleep.

When we re-examined this land, we were astonished to find that it had truly improved.

……

The originally bumpy dirt road becomes muddy and impassable every time it rains.

After the road was repaired, the lower layer was gravel, the middle layer was sand and gravel, and the top layer was smooth stone slabs, which were bonded together with lime.

The stone-paved road is flat, clean, and aesthetically pleasing, stretching straight into the distance.

Transportation efficiency has more than doubled. Now it's actually more convenient for them.

Because it increases not only speed, but also the force used in transportation.

Gods above, this is the path they themselves built.

This is truly a beautiful thing.

……

For the first few months, it was a wasteland overgrown with weeds, making it very difficult to cultivate.

Today, unfamiliar brick houses are springing up everywhere.

Construction teams were digging foundations and building brick kilns on a large scale, and coal was being transported from Origin City as if it were free.

The raging fire released by the coal burned all the foul mud and rotten mud into hard bricks.

Through the hands of the construction team, hundreds and thousands of numb farmers moved bricks and built walls, thinking they were building a bigger castle for the master.

Looking at it now, it seems neither tall nor imposing, but rather angular, possessing a sense of order that doesn't belong to this chaotic and terrible era, and exuding an approachable charm. It's not a house for noble masters, nor for lowly slaves.

Low-rise buildings line up in clusters, and sturdy roofs form a mountain-like structure.

They themselves are now standing in front of these houses.

Lord, this is the house they built with their own hands.

Is there anything more wonderful than this?

……

"Number Three, White!" a young voice called out. "Young master, I'm here." A person squeezed out from the crowd. His face was deeply wrinkled, his skin cracked, and his demeanor was humble and obsequious.

"Are you number three, White?"

“Young master, it’s me. They said I’m number three…” White stammered as his family members behind him stared at him nervously.

"Did you come here from the Baron Leicester territory last year?"

"The priest said that coming here would end my suffering, and oh God, I was completely bewitched..."

"Only the King of the Valley is here! No mention of the gods! How many people are in your family?"

“Gracey, Evan, Arthur…” He counted on his fingers, then turned to look at his family behind him, finally confirming, “Three! Young master, there are three people in the family!”

"And you?" the little boy asked incredulously.

"Four people! There are four people!" he hurriedly corrected.

The little boy looked at another boy, who pulled out a stack of papers and nodded.

“That matches up. Number three White is the head of the family, his wife is Grace, his son is Evan, and his daughter is Arthur.”

The little boy said to White, "Alright, our master has given you this house because you are kind. It's the first one I'm pointing to, don't go to the wrong one. You and your family will move in, but you're not allowed to change places, understand?"

"Thank you, sir. Thank you, young master."

This is Residence Number Five. The temperature has risen significantly in June, but it's still much cooler than Origin City.

A gentle summer breeze blows, the fields are covered in lush green grass, and people line up under the shade of trees to be allocated houses.

"Um... um... the master won't take the house back, will he?" White's woman asked after a long pause, humming and hawing.

"As long as you work hard, we won't take it back, and there will even be a reward! As long as all of you cultivate and sow that piece of land—yes, the one next door… four thousand acres—within this month, next month the master will reward you with a bed, a table, and three stools…"

The little boy struggled to read the words on the paper.

But this task was a bit difficult for him, and he managed to read it through with some difficulty.

Finally, the boy shouted, "Do you understand?"

"I understand, I understand!" Huai nodded vigorously. It's just farming, right? Let alone four thousand acres, he wouldn't even blink if it doubled.

Another boy wrote down the approximate information of White, number three, on a paper household registration certificate.

Residence No. 5, address number 05001.

He handed the documents to the farmer.

"Keep this safe, you'll need it to claim benefits later."

White didn't understand what welfare was; it was a new word, unfamiliar to him. But he understood its meaning: something the master had specifically given him must be extremely important.

I'll receive another batch of furniture next month...

"Does he deserve it?" White thought, flattered.

But there was nothing we could do; it was the master himself who made the decision.

"Grace, Grace, look! We have a house now."

The wife said, "It's still such a sturdy and spacious house. Look how solid the materials are. Did the master really give this to us?"

"It must be!"

The master has already said so.

Because he is kind.

So they allocated him a house.

White felt a deep sense of guilt and remorse for his slacking off in the fields the previous month.

Gods above, I repent of my sins. I will redeem myself from now on by the Lord. Whatever the Lord says, I will do. Whatever the Lord asks me to do, I will do.

After the farmer finished his repentance, he looked at the brick house in front of him and felt a strong sense of joy.

Behind White, one brick house after another has been occupied.

Some were slaves from the north, some were converted jihadists, some were prisoners of war fleeing, but most were remnants of the original Kande territory.

With a house, one can settle down and put down roots.

There's nothing better than this.

(End of this chapter)