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

Chapter 421 I'm waiting for the system to take shape? What are you waiting for?
Plenty Castle.

Roman said to the group of administrative officials, "They've played their cards; now it's our turn."

The Lion Territory's defenses are now in complete disarray.

Count Felin lost control of his territory.

The valley warriors raced across the valley, claiming territory. In just two or three days, they swept through dozens of villages with unstoppable momentum.

They directly brought most of the Lion Territory under their rule and established a base there.

Roman's plan to surround the castle from the countryside has been initially completed.

And this is just the beginning.

Those rural areas were so poor that their homes were bare, and there were very few able-bodied young people.

Frankly speaking, such a village would have been abandoned long ago and has no value whatsoever.

However, the more immoral a feudal lord is, the stronger his effect in reshaping the order, and the higher the trust the new subjects have in him.

The most urgent task is to restore production and establish a new order.

Back then, Plenty City was extremely poor, filled with captives and slaves, but now it's been rebuilt very well, isn't it?

It's simply a matter of continuing to send manpower and resources to other places.

Roman looked at the "Supplies List" and "Dispatch List" on the table.

After obtaining detailed information about Lion Territory, he formulated an aid plan.

Roman sat down in his chair, tapped the table, and said:

"Now that the new territory is in dire need of rebuilding, it's time to use you."

"Moor, you gather the first batch of grain, 200,000 catties, no more, no less, and send it to Lion Territory for the think tanks to distribute."

"Barlow is in charge of agricultural aid. Quickly prepare the high-quality wheat seeds and steel farm tools on the list. We can replenish them if needed later."
“Yaki, get two hundred oxen and two hundred draft horses from the livestock shed to serve as transport capacity. Once they are sent out, don’t bring them back.”

"Jimmy summoned the five hundred clerks on the list to accompany the transport convoy and govern the new territory..."

Roman gave orders one by one, speaking concisely and forcefully, without beating around the bush.

Once everyone got used to his speaking style, they accepted the task and immediately started working on it.

Even if this plan will place a heavy burden on Origin City and Plenty City.

But since the lord has spoken, the task must be completed no matter what.

……

Roman attaches great importance to this aid program.

In order to build the city of abundance, he personally handled all the affairs, working from morning till night every day. If he hadn't been physically strong, he would have died of exhaustion long ago.

Lion's Territory is actually larger than Plenty City.

According to statistics from frontline soldiers, the combined population of the villages, manors, and baronies occupied by the River Valley Army was barely over ten thousand.

The reason is simple: Roman's misdeeds are too numerous to recount.

He was opposed to the Papacy, and his brutal methods earned him a terrifying reputation.

Under the impending oppression of the River Valley Army, most villagers would rather leave their homes and become refugees than stay in the village to wait for death.

In their search for security, they hoped that Earl Philin would take pity on them and grant them a way out.

The power of public opinion is no longer in Roman's hands, but in the hands of the Vatican. It wouldn't be surprising if he were portrayed in whatever way.

Roman didn't think he had done anything wrong.

Who's wrong? I haven't lost yet!
Reasoning? You son of a bitch!

In his eyes, this was an uncivilized, barbaric, and ignorant medieval world!

If all the opponents are killed, those who survive will naturally be his supporters. Besides, there aren't many opponents anyway.

The villagers preferred to flee rather than resist.

Roman estimated that the Lion Territory's direct population was around 70,000 to 80,000.

That's already a lot. Half of his more than 200,000 subjects came from the north and were acquired from pirates through the arms trade.

Even if Lion Territory is ravaged by various disasters, such as lack of food and clothing, drought and severe cold, its population will not decrease too much—at most 20,000—some people die from conscription, forced labor, starvation, etc.

The surviving villagers still wanted to seek help from Earl Felin.

But the count was too busy taking care of himself to save them.

Accepting Roman's rule and becoming part of the reconstruction plan is the villagers' only option.

Grain, farm tools, farming labor, and five hundred junior clerks.

These junior clerks were all graduates from the Neliel era, ranging in age from about twenty to as young as fifteen or sixteen.

They endured a long internship and are now full-time clerks. They know how to organize people, carry out publicity and execution, mediate conflicts, and collaborate... they even know about farming, animal husbandry, and healthcare.

There's nothing they won't do.

This group also represents the grassroots force of Roman's rule over the land.

Frankly speaking, social governance in any system relies entirely on the grassroots level!

These clerks participated in many major projects after graduation, learning invaluable management knowledge in the process.

Roman even compiled his management and coordination experience since becoming lord into a booklet, which he never kept secret.

He was confined to the mountains for seven years, only now launching an attack on the outside world.

This long experience can be summed up in just one sentence that Roman wants to say now.

"I'm waiting for my grassroots system to take shape, what are you waiting for?"

……

“These four are Fritt, Hader, Grol, and Vita,” Philip said.

Philip was one of the think tank members of the Guards, and he brought these four junior clerks to this border village called Wormwood.

The highest-ranking sergeant here is Edmond. He sees two men and two women standing behind Philip.

They were all around seventeen or eighteen years old, their faces no longer childish; the men had dark skin, and the women had freckles all over their faces.

“Sergeant Edmund, His Highness has assigned us to the village of Bitterwood, and hopes the army will cooperate with our work.” Fried stepped forward and saluted.

Edmund returned the salute by raising his right fist: "We will! Wormwood Village is in dire need of leaders like you."

He felt a great weight lifted from his shoulders. The Imperial Guard was adept at close combat, capable of using brutal tactics to quickly break through enemy lines and fight to the death.

But when faced with farmers, these battle-hardened warriors were at a loss, unsure of where to begin.

“I want to know the current situation of the village,” Grole, one of the two female clerks, asked eagerly.

Edmund said, "We distributed some supplies to the villagers... We were supposed to resume farming, but we lacked tools and seeds. So, these past two days, we've worked with the villagers to renovate and repair their houses, and also checked on their health... They are really weak... We don't have many supplies, and if we don't receive replenishment, everyone will go hungry in two more days. Now, the villagers look at us with suspicion, thinking we are deceiving them..."

"His Highness sent us here for this very reason," Hader said, pointing to the way they had come.

There were three oxen and two draft horses pulling five carts loaded with various supplies, including grain, fodder, plows, seeds, and ironware.

Philip then said, "Emond, you can get started now. I still have to deliver supplies to other squadrons, so I won't stay any longer."

"Remember, if you encounter difficulties, overcome them. If you can't overcome them, send someone to Rattail Village to find me! Your captain and I are stationed there. I wish you good progress and that you will not disappoint His Highness's expectations."

Edmund solemnly replied to Philip, "Yes, Chief Think Tank Officer!"

(End of this chapter)