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

Chapter 74 Sanna's Goal

Roman took his first sip of wine.

Everyone erupted in enthusiastic and tremendous cheers, as if a pot had exploded.

The once silent threshing ground suddenly transformed into the most bustling market!
Everyone rushed to grab all sorts of delicious food.

Without a doubt, this is a carnival celebration!
Roman prepared for the celebration for more than half a month.

They prepared at least 10,000 jin of meat alone, and worked from before dawn until daybreak.

Freshly baked white bread was continuously delivered over, enough for everyone in Sige Town to eat from dawn till dusk.

They ate meat voraciously, until they were completely exhausted.

They drank heavily and got completely drunk.

Aside from the prohibition of taking things away, you can eat whatever you want here; the unlimited supply refers to the buffet.

After finishing a certain dish, prepare it immediately.

After the roasted lamb was finished, ten more were slaughtered.

Once the maltose is finished, bring over ten more barrels from Origin Manor.

Once the beer is finished, bring over twenty more barrels.

Once the broth is finished, it can be cooked and stewed again.

If we can't finish it today, it'll become tomorrow's work lunch.

With these hundreds of thousands of kilograms of grain...

The days of being strapped for cash and having to calculate every penny left are gone forever.

This harvest means that everyone in Sige Town, including babies, will receive 300 jin of grain, and this is pure staple grain—he has not stopped buying grain from outside, but the amount he buys has decreased significantly compared to the past.

Moreover, this land can continue to grow even more crops.

Roman plans to expand his farming area tomorrow.

If quality is lacking, quantity can compensate.

We absolutely must increase grain production!
Next year, the per capita grain yield could increase to more than 1000 jin.

starve?

Hmph! They should be stuffed to death!

At this moment, Roman frowned slightly and waved.

Mo'er, being very sensible, came over.

Roman said calmly, "Keep an eye on them, don't let them stuff themselves to death."

Moore suddenly understood and passed on the order.

Soon, shouts from guards and foremen echoed throughout the threshing ground, especially from the slaves. Their past hunger had made them lose their senses, and it was no joke that they might overeat to death.

Roman sat at the same table with Aaron, Green, and Cavaliers candidate Kawhi Leonard.

Their table wasn't set up like a buffet; instead, it was laden with delicate slices of meat, antler soup, honey-roasted meat, and classic white bread. There were even nutritious tonics like bear bile and wild boar heart, which Roman had hunted in the past.

Yalin and Green ate with relish, while Kao's eating movements were precise and elegant, making him seem more like a formal knight than the two formal knights.

"Master Roman, how often do you hold a celebration like this?"

Gweil's voice came from the side.

Roman turned his head and saw that Gweil's face was flushed, and next to her was Kao's sister, Sanna.

"It'll be held every harvest season, depending on the circumstances... Have you been drinking?"

He frowned slightly.

As if realizing she had done something wrong, Gweil whispered, "I drank a little bit."

After she finished speaking, her face flushed, and she looked straight at Roman with her bright, pure brown eyes, like those of a fawn.

Roman said, "It's okay today, but not at other times."

Gweil gave a soft "oh".

She lowered her head and gently turned the toes of her right foot. "Don't drink too much... go play."

Roman patted her head.

This gesture immediately made Gweil's eyes crinkle into a smile.

She smiled and nodded vigorously, then led Sanna towards the threshing ground.

Sanna said to her enviously on the way, "Gervais, you and Mr. Roman have such a good relationship."

Gweil could hardly hide her inner smile: "I am Roman's personal attendant."

Wow! You called the master's name!

Hearing Sanna's loud shouts, even though she had heard it many times before, Gweil still felt a little proud.

“Brother Green and Brother Aaron call him that too, and we servants can all call him that. You can too, Brother.”

“I asked my brother, and he was very angry. He felt that I didn’t know the rules and that I should maintain respect even in private.”

Sanna felt wronged.

"Well, there's nothing I can do about it. If you were also a close attendant, you could call Roman by his name too."

It was just an ordinary sentence, but Sanna detected a hint of boasting, pride, and a certain undercurrent of smugness in it, as if she had secretly eaten candy.

This made Sanna feel a little uncomfortable. She pouted and said, "Geviel never calls Lord Roman by his name in front of him, does she? You just told me that you didn't dare let Lord Roman hear it."

Gweil's expression froze instantly.

"Who...who said I wouldn't dare!"

"Then next time we see Lord Roman, will you address him by his first name?"

Gweil fell silent.

She mimicked Roman, gave a soft hum, and pretended to be nonchalant as she pulled a sachet from her bosom.

"Roman even gave me a gift. What's wrong with calling me by my name? He certainly won't be angry."

Gweil clutched the sachet tightly, as if talking to herself, or perhaps seeking affirmation, and became more and more confident as she spoke.

"look……"

She showed the sachet to Sanna. The moment the fisherman's daughter saw the sachet, she felt her stomach churn; the suffocating sensation transported her back to the darkest moments of her life: her parents lying in pools of blood, the turbulent river of Silver Dragon Canyon, the violently rocking slave ship, the excruciating weakness that overwhelmed her, and a suicidal urge...

"Ugh..." Sanna suddenly rushed to a deserted area and vomited.

Gweil was startled and quickly put away the sachet, then patted Sanna's back like an adult.

"Sanna, are you alright?"

"Ugh...it's nothing...ugh...it's probably from drinking beer..."

Sanna vomited violently, bringing up everything she had just eaten, and tears streamed down her face.

She had secretly drunk alcohol in the small fishing village, so she took a couple of sips with Gweil.

But she didn't expect that the beer brewed by Mr. Roman was completely different from the ale she had drunk before. After taking a sip, the refreshing feeling that went straight to her head made her walk a little unsteadily and her face turned slightly red. Fortunately, her skin was wheat-colored, which was not very noticeable compared to the fair-skinned Gweil, otherwise Kao would have glared at her again.

What bad luck! Kao will definitely be angry when he sees her in this disheveled state. I just don't understand him. Sanna thought to herself, why did she have to befriend Geviel? Why did she have to make sure she performed well in front of Lord Roman?
She didn't dislike the former and got along very well with Gweil, perhaps because they were the two youngest girls in Origin Manor, so they naturally played together and could confide in each other.

But she'd rather avoid the latter than accept his suggestion. The lord always seemed to be in a rush, as if he had endless tasks, and he was decisive and ruthless in everything he did, like a sharp fish-killing knife. And Khal wanted her to get involved with a knife?

Good heavens! That's a nobleman! She doesn't have Káo's courage. Is she supposed to stop Lord Roman just to say hello? That's definitely not going to work! What will he think of her? Impatient or disgusted? Will he kick her three meters away?
She wasn't Gevier. Even if Gevier didn't dare call Lord Roman by his name to his face, she could still smile and joke around in front of him. After drinking, she would dare to pull her close to Lord Roman, staring straight at him, and then get away with it unscathed. But she was so scared that she held her breath, afraid that the smell of alcohol would emanate from her mouth. She didn't dare to move or show any expression the entire time.

I really envy Gweil's good fortune; she actually managed to become Lord Roman's close attendant.

If only I were a personal attendant, could I be like Gevi...?

Oh, Sanna, stop thinking like that, you need to cheer up.

Life is already very good now.

There's still so much delicious food today. Even though I threw it up, my stomach is empty again, so I can eat even more delicious food now.

Even becoming a maid at the manor is fine in the future; those maids are efficient and beautiful.

Let's work towards that goal!
(End of this chapter)