If I let you farm, will you become the emperor of the empire?

Fritt and others led the oxen and draft horses into Wormwood Village.

The four young men looked at the situation with great interest, with strong expressions of novelty and excitement on their faces.

Edmund led people to clean up the village, but the scene was still not good.

The conditions here are tough, but they have all experienced tougher conditions.

During their internship after graduation, they experienced the hardest and most tiring work, and sometimes even had to go to the toilet to clean out feces.

Roman believes that this will be of great benefit to their growth and will prevent them from having unrealistic expectations.

This mission is also a major test, and the strengths and weaknesses of all clerks will be exposed.

If you perform well, you will be promoted; if you perform poorly, you will be demoted; if you make a serious mistake, you will be fired.

Roman's attitude towards them is free-range education.

He hopes that these clerks can learn at work and improve themselves to deal with various emergencies.

Now, a large number of "graduates" are harvested from the school every month, and then they are taken by seniors to participate in various jobs, and they can be converted to full-time employees after three to five years of training.

This education system will gradually form a virtuous circle, and more and more people will receive basic education.

Roman will not be afraid of having no one to use in the future.

Of course, Roman could also use the apostle system to improve their quality out of thin air. But he allocated most of his resources to the military, knowing full well that power comes from the barrel of a gun, and did not have extra resources to increase the proportion of clerks.

In theory, three people can form some kind of small organization.

But medieval society had not yet developed to that stage, so don't even think about crossing the epoch.

These four people serve as village head, cadres, secretary and other positions in Wormwood Village, forming a basic team.

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Edmond called all the people in Wormwood Village to come over and introduced them to the future grassroots cadres one by one.

The villagers were short-sighted and thought they were agricultural officials sent by the lord.

But they were a little surprised to see that they were very young and did not look pampered.

Then the villagers turned their attention to the vehicle behind.

At this moment, everyone stared intently, exclaimed in amazement, and felt dizzy.

Three oxen were standing steadily, and two draft horses were sneezing restlessly. These large animals were fat and strong, with firm muscles, as if they had just spent a midsummer instead of a cold winter.

I really don't know how to raise it.

Under Fried's command, a dozen soldiers carried the first batch of survival supplies distributed to Wormwood Village from the vehicle.

I have to say, having a powerful regime behind me really gives me a strong sense of security.

Box after box of hoe blades and shovel heads were also brought down, and as long as suitable wooden sticks were found, they could be combined into hoes and shovels.

Bag after heavy bag of wheat was unloaded from the carriage and placed together in a temporary warehouse.

Occasionally, a dozen full grains of wheat would spill out from the gaps in the sacks, and two children would immediately rush out from the crowd - they were all dirty, unkempt, their clothes ill-fitting, and their faces so black that only the whites of their eyes could be seen - they picked up the wheat carefully from the mud, stuffed it into their mouths at lightning speed, and swallowed it whole as if they were afraid that someone would snatch it away - but no one took them seriously.

Vita took a pen and paper and said, "Let's register our identities first, and then distribute farm tools and food rations to each person."

Two soldiers brought a long table and organized the villagers to line up for registration.

At this time, other soldiers also began to open the sacks, grind the wheat with millstones, and bake whole wheat bread.

The busy scene finally brought some liveliness to this desolate village.

"Are there only so many people?" Fritt frowned and looked at the messy crowd.

He has extensive experience in organizing people, so he can roughly know the number at a glance without even having to count them.

"More than that," said the sergeant.

"Some of them have children. Once they feel your grace, they will call their children back from exile. Then other villagers will also come back."

It was normal for Edmond to have such thoughts.

Farmers are extremely dependent on the land. In this chaotic world, a large number of farmers are willing to sell themselves into slavery as long as the land production can be restored.

It’s okay if you don’t want to come back.

Wherever they flee, His Highness Roman's rule will expand to a limitless extent.

In the end they either surrender or die.

"Well, our mission now is easy," said Hader.

According to Edmund's observation, Fritt was good at organizing people, Hard was proficient in farming, Groer kept writing with paper and pen, and Vita was responsible for the storage and distribution of supplies.

They each had their own duties and were familiar with the affairs when they were in Origin City. Now that they came to an unfamiliar environment, although their efficiency was much slower, they were able to keep everything in order.

Under Hader's command, the soldiers quickly assembled ten plow carts.

Edmund asked curiously, "Why are there ten plows? Are there other large animals that haven't arrived yet?"

As soon as he asked the question, he saw Fritt and the other three all focused their eyes on him at the same time.

Before he could ask again, he saw the four people nodded to him with determination.

Edmond: “…”

The restoration of farming is urgent, but there is a shortage of young and strong labor.

After Had and others quickly measured a suitable piece of arable land, all the soldiers had to take off their armor and pull the plow.

The squadron leader of the Guards Brigade, Edmund, a standard third-rank infantry knight, has a strength of several hundred kilograms. He can pull a plow alone and plow two acres of land a day. He is a hero among cattle and horses!

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This spring, seven-year-old Los was planting vegetables in the field with his grandmother Tanya.

"Gods, they are deceiving us." The old woman Tanya muttered, "Isn't that right, little Los."

Los hesitated to speak.

He had heard Grandma Tanya say these words a lot these days.

She is a believer of the gods, and she does not hesitate to assume the greatest malice towards others, trying to figure out the cruelty beneath the gentle appearance of those warriors.

Therefore, long before the Valley Army arrived at Wormwood Village, she personally drove her children out, hoping that they would not come back and avoid being slaughtered.

She herself sat at the door, expressing her hatred for the intruder with an expressionless face.

Until now, she still hasn't changed her tune.

"This is the instigation of the blasphemer devil. As long as you eat their food, your soul will belong to them and you will go to hell after you die." She said to Los as she sowed seeds, and it seemed like she was talking to herself.

She always felt that those soldiers must have evil intentions and ulterior motives.

Ross mustered up the courage to say, "Grandma Tanya, I...I want to eat bread..."

It was the best bread he had ever tasted.

Thick and tough, brown-black in color, with a rich wheat aroma, without any bark or sawdust. Not bitter, nor sour. The texture was much milder and softer than the black bread he had eaten.

She cursed: "The gods will punish you for eating the devil's food..."

Ross's forehead ached, and he said aggrievedly, "Aren't you eating too? Do you want to call Uncle Kent and Aunt Bena back?"

He was talking about Grandma Tanya's children.

Tanya's face changed, and a cloud of gloom suddenly covered her face.

She poked him hard on the head with her muddy fingers.

"You all should die. Their true nature will definitely be exposed. Maybe they are disguised like this just to trick them back. My gods, do you want them to die here? You little scoundrel, just open your eyes..."

Her voice was full of bigotry, and she was cursing and full of resentment all the time.

But her hands moved very skillfully. The memory of farming was deeply rooted in her bones, and sowing vegetable seeds skillfully had long become an instinct.

Los looked at the three soldiers in front of him who were sweating profusely and pulling the plow hard.

They were all shirtless and worked together to drag the heavy plow. Their faces and skin were flushed, their bodies were swaying, but they moved forward with firm steps.

Los guessed that they must have heard what Grandma Tanya said.

But without exception, those people never paid any attention.

Maybe as long as it doesn't interfere with work, it doesn't matter what they say.

Or perhaps the words of the highest commander that this was not the City of Plenty and that we should not be too harsh on the villagers had worked.

Therefore, the strong soldiers were willing to work hard and were as docile as cattle and horses.

But it was people like this who scared the leaders and officials who once showed off their power in front of them into fleeing in panic.

A new and heavy plow, never before seen, had cut a deep furrow into the earth;

Listening to the curses and abuses uttered by Grandma Tanya;

In my hands are garlic, cabbage, carrots, turnips and other vegetable seeds suitable for spring planting...

An intense feeling of tearing filled Los's heart, making him extremely uncomfortable. It felt like something was blocking his heart, but he didn't know why.