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

Chapter 90 Rebuilding Home
Roman was not in the mood to respond to Mohr's greeting.

A series of unexpected events disrupted his plans for the future.

He hopes to recruit 400 qualified soldiers before the end of this winter.

After training in the fall and winter, the spring plan will begin immediately next year.

Frankly speaking, by this time next year, the population of Sig Town will at least double, which is much more cost-effective than buying slaves.

But reality often doesn't go as planned.

For the past two days, Roman has been asking himself whether they can meet his demands and allow him to successfully carry out his "Spring Plan".

It is now obvious.

These people can't do it.

He spent many days going out full of fighting spirit and returning exhausted, hoping to promote the rapid development of the entire town of Sige, to mine coal and smelt iron, and finally to create an invincible steel torrent.

He wanted to accelerate, floor the accelerator, and violently shatter this era with a torrent of steel.

Just as we were about to accelerate, we discovered that the town of Sig had broken down; the infrastructure was just too poor!
Roman found it very difficult to realize that sometimes you have to compromise!
To compromise with this terrible and broken era!
If he can't even provide them with a meal, if he can't even provide them with a place to stay, then why should all the fools listen to him and obey his every word?
What reason or qualification does he have to talk about conquest and dominance?

If he ignores their plight and insists on dragging everyone into a war next spring...

That's driving them to their doom!

When the flames of war he ignited were lit, they would not only kill his enemies, but also his people.

Roman rode his horse and surveyed the appalling surroundings.

The horse's hooves, shod with iron feet, slammed into the puddle, splashing muddy water far away.

The road was covered with mud and stones, scattered and broken by the wind. There was no foul smell or excrement in sight, and the air was exceptionally fresh.

The torrential rain came with tremendous force and an astonishing amount of rainfall, like a raging flood, sweeping away everything in its path.

Although it left behind a mess.

Along the way, Roman saw some farmers looking at the cracks in their houses, sighing and looking worried.

We've made it through this year, but what about next year? And the year after?
He also saw some farmers standing in front of their ruined houses, with their wives and children beside them.

The whole family looked numb and didn't know what to do.

He also saw some farmers who found their houses unharmed, their expressions ranging from schadenfreude to relief.

Human sorrows and joys are not interlinked.

Roman's arrival drew their attention.

They knew that the lord rarely entered Sig Town, and always issued orders only on the commons, because everything here was beneath his notice. His prejudice against them was as deep-rooted as when he called them fools, and it never changed.

For reasons unknown, a farmer followed Roman.

Then a second farmer followed, then a third, a fourth...

Roman didn't care that his followers were growing larger and larger; he saw a somewhat familiar short figure.

He said, "Jimmy, come here."

The thin apostle glanced at his mother beside him, then ran over to Roman.

Roman looked down at his clerk, his brows furrowing slightly.

"You are hurt?"

The child had a swollen scar on his forehead, which was very conspicuous, about seven or eight centimeters long and three or four centimeters wide, with the skin and flesh torn open.

These days, Sais says he learns very quickly, is hardworking and diligent, and arrives at the manor early every day to do various bookkeeping tasks with Sais.

But Roman did not arrange accommodation for him.

Although Roman had the farmers build many resettlement houses, they were temporary structures built for the future population of Siggar, and their comfort level was not even as good as that of livestock sheds.

With Jimmy having a place to stay, Roman didn't have time to build a house specifically for the clerk.

He felt that would only hinder his grand development plan.

So the junior clerk continued to live in Sig, in a low thatched hut with his mother.

Now his hair is wet, and he has a wound on his forehead that has stopped bleeding, though it has turned somewhat pale. His once cherished clerk's uniform, which he used to keep impeccably clean every day, is now disheveled, covered in mud, and so dirty that it is unrecognizable.

Jimmy nervously clutched the hem of his clothes. Seth had told him to pay attention to his image and to always be elegant and composed, so he had a soft and clean set of clothes made of fine linen custom-made for him.

Now he looks like a drowned rat, filthy and unrecognizable.

Roman then asked, "How did you get injured?"

Jimmy, feeling wronged and upset, answered softly, "The house collapsed."

The building collapsed on the very first day of the downpour, and he and his mother had been staying at a neighbor's house the previous day. His position as a court clerk led the neighbors to vie for his favor.

In the past, few people would have been willing to open their doors to this poor widow and her child—their own living space was already cramped.

Roman dismounted and gently touched the edge of the wound on his forehead.

"Little apostle, tell me, does it hurt?"

Jimmy's nose tingled, and he nodded, pursing his lips.

Roman stroked his back, hugged the child, and closed his eyes with a helpless expression.

A Samsung apostle was nearly killed by a falling roof beam!

he thought.

It can't go on like this!

He turned around and said to everyone, "I will lead you to rebuild your homes!"

He changed his plans and made a quick decision!

This is the foundation of his rule. If he doesn't lay a solid foundation, how can he withstand the storms to come?

……

Mud houses, wooden houses, and stone houses are all out of the question.

He wanted to build a brick house, to solve the problem once and for all.

Roman wanted to replan a residential area and arrange for people to dig clay, add water to make mud, shape it with molds, and demold and dry it. One person could easily make several hundred pieces a day.

He could build brick kilns too; he had already built lime kilns, so building brick kilns was no problem for him. He directly used the most advanced rotary kiln technology in his mind.

People in this era also knew how to make bricks, but this technique could only be used on castles or churches.

For ordinary people, the construction cost is too high.

Roman didn't care about that.

The more this product is mass-produced, the lower the cost. If the plan is to produce tens of millions of units, the price will be very low when spread out.

It mainly depends on whether you're willing to invest the resources.

But for a lord who holds absolute power, those costs are mostly negligible. Roman only needs to pay for food, and without any worries, they can exert their full strength.

Since we're going to replan, let's overturn everything.

Roman designed a standard brick house, with a standard floor area of ​​80 square meters. On average, a house can house a family of six, and the interior is divided into three bedrooms and a living room.

There was no kitchen, so everyone had to eat in the main kitchen.

If we don't have time to let them cook for themselves, how much effort will that take?

If someone is sick at home, then have their family bring them food back, or they can cook for themselves. In any case, healthy people must be squeezed to the bone.

There are no toilets, but there is a large public toilet in the middle of each row of houses.

The days of urinating and defecating anywhere are gone forever.

The main characteristics of the houses are their simple, square shape, regular doors and windows, and they are basically identical to square boxes, so standard that they have no distinctive features.
A total of 500 buildings were constructed, divided into five areas.

Each area has one hundred buildings, which are divided into ten rows, with ten houses in each row.

At first glance, the exterior lines are neat and the internal structure is uniform, as if they were all carved from the same mold.

This is also the effect Roman wanted.

This streamlined and standardized production method aims to improve construction efficiency and reduce technical difficulties.

The wide roads were paved with lime and gravel, and sewers and irrigation canals were dug.

Roman swore that anyone who dared to damage the sanitation here would be dead!

He will select a sanitation supervisor to be in charge of inspecting sanitation conditions, and anyone whose sanitation is not up to standard will be kicked out!
The overall building structure is simple.

The thickness of the wall is equal to the length of the bricks.

Even though Roman tried his best to reduce the amount of bricks needed, a house still required more than 10,000 bricks.

This is an astronomical figure.

Therefore, the progress is obviously slow.

It took half a month to prepare just for digging the foundation and building the brick kiln.

(End of this chapter)