Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Marcus's voice trembled.

He hated people who squandered gold coins more than anything else in his life.

And now, in his eyes, Roland is that kind of person.

Who is the kind person who went to such lengths to grow fire wheat? No wonder Roland even considered exchanging her own statue for gold coins.

So it's because all the gold coins were wasted on this greenhouse.

Roland was taken aback. She thought her Earth-style planning would give these alien natives a good shock.

After all, such a neat and orderly plan, a scientifically sound pipeline layout, and excellent work management...

These were all designs that she and Ms. Shu racked their brains to come up with.

It turns out that this fat bishop was actually only interested in money?

She was about to answer.

A close confidant beside Marcus was the first to react.

This trusted confidant was a weathered young man who had once been the son of a tenant farmer and had become Marcus's trusted subordinate by chance.

He tugged at Marcus's sleeve and whispered.

"Lord Marcus, please don't jump to conclusions. Something's not right with this fire wheat."

Marcus was taken aback, looked at his confidant's face, and looked puzzled.

The confidant quickly explained.

"Lord Marcus, as you know, I come from a tenant farmer background and am quite familiar with wheat."

"Lady Roland's greenhouse fire wheat is growing extremely well, with tall, upright plants and a large number of ears."

"This yield is probably incomparable to that of ordinary wheat."

Marcus didn't understand the agricultural terminology, but he could understand the last sentence.

He asked cautiously.

"How much higher do you think the yield of this fire wheat will be?"

The confidant looked up at the wheat field, glancing left and right, his expression growing increasingly grave, his lips trembling.

Having come from a tenant farmer background, he understood better than Marcus how stunning and exciting the scene before him was.

He couldn't help but steal a glance at Roland, his eyes filled with a hint of respect.

Then he hesitated and looked at Marcus.

"Sir, this wheat field is planted at a much higher density, and its health is the best I have ever seen in my life."

"I suspect the yield is more than double that of the best rye fields in our empire."

"And it's still winter, this is southern fire wheat!"

Marcus gasped, turning to look at Roland with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

Roland overheard their conversation, shook the large fox ears on her head, and smiled.

"Mr. Marcus, your subordinate is right."

"With large-scale planting and scientific management, my greenhouse output will far surpass that of other farms."

Instead of revealing the improvement of the fire wheat, Roland attributed the credit to the greenhouse itself.

In fact, according to estimates from church staff, the final yield will be about 3.2 times that of the Imperial Rye Field.

The main reason is that the new improved fire wheat grows faster, can be planted more densely, and is less prone to disease and death.

Of course, there's no need to say these things.

She looked at Marcus with a half-smile.

"As you can see, my greenhouse is not far from maturity. With the extraordinary support of Prince Serafie, we will soon reap the rewards."

"That will be the end for the grain merchants in the old port area."

As she spoke, she stroked her tail, which was swaying in front of her, her tone full of schadenfreude.

"I've heard that grain merchants are buying up any grain that comes into the market at high prices, just to make a fortune from me."

"If I suddenly started exporting food, how many people would be ruined, how many would jump off the Empire State Building?"

Marcus's face turned pale, and he nodded hesitantly, his voice hoarse.

"You...you're right, I take back what I said earlier."

"Your greenhouse dome is not a waste; on the contrary, it is the most ingenious and orderly agricultural factory I have ever seen."

Roland smiled and exchanged a few polite words, then clapped her hands and beckoned Sister Theresa of Thorn.

"Miss Theresa, I'd like to ask you and your staff to begin casting the natural magic on the greenhouse crops."

"In a little while, a catgirl named Cat Coco will come to lead you to the designated location. Thank you for your hard work."

Theresa nodded in agreement.

Then Coco the cat, dressed in her work clothes, arrived and led the nuns away from the main entrance.

After Theresa and the other nuns left, Marcus breathed a sigh of relief and took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

He moved slowly to Roland's side, his demeanor completely devoid of his former ease.

"Ms. Roland, do you have some time later? Would you mind discussing some business collaborations with me?"

Roland thought to herself, "Just as I thought," and smiled.

"Of course, Mr. Marcus. The greenhouse has a rest area prepared for senior management. Please come with me."

……

In the center of the greenhouse, next to the tree that is the clone of the Tree Lady, there is a spiral staircase leading to a scenic room at the top.

Because of her Chinese identity, Roland had always looked forward to the day when the wheat would ripen.

At that time, she can come here to admire the golden wheat waves that symbolize a bountiful harvest.

Inside the viewing room, Roland sat calmly on the sofa.

Marcus sat opposite him, sweat beading on his forehead, his large hands gripping the armrests, looking somewhat nervous.

"Miss Roland, I sincerely hope to cooperate with you on the issue of food."

"To be honest, food prices in the old port area have skyrocketed, and I've stockpiled a batch of food goods for profit... Of course, I absolutely did not mean to target you."

Marcus forced a wry smile and looked at Roland.

"As you know, my magical cultivation is not high. I was able to climb to the position of bishop entirely through business means, operating trading companies and reselling various goods."

"I've placed a significant bet on grain this time. If things go wrong, I'm afraid my position will be in jeopardy..."

"I am willing to atone for my sins by doing good deeds."

Marcus said, forcing himself to speak, afraid that Roland might suddenly jump and chop him in half.

However, Roland's expression did not change at all; instead, she looked at Marcus with great interest.

"Mr. Marcus, I'm curious, what's your connection to opening at seven o'clock?"

Seeing Roland's reaction, Marcus felt he had grasped a glimmer of hope and quickly shook his head.

"Miss Roland, I'm just a customer who opens at seven o'clock, and I have absolutely no connection with the Church of Vulcan!"

"I just had inside information about the rise in grain prices and wanted to make a profit."

Seeing that Roland remained silent and looked distressed, Marcus began frantically pulling out chamber of commerce documents.

He placed the documents on the table while playing the victim.

"You have no idea, things haven't been going well for our Royal Capital Church lately. There are too many expenses, and His Highness Seraf is very intolerant of any wrongdoing."

"I had no other choice, so I secretly embezzled some public funds to prepare a sum of food to replenish the church's treasury."

"Miss Roland, you don't seem like such a conservative person. Please, spare my life."

Roland smiled.

She leaned back on the sofa, crossed her legs, tilted her head back, and gave me a look as if I were looking at trash.

This was the most arrogant she had ever been since she transmigrated.

"Letting you go isn't out of the question."

"I have a little technology here that can guarantee people won't betray you."

"Mr. Marcus, you don't want to be discovered by Serafis for misappropriating public funds and then burned alive with the Olympic flame, do you?"

P.S.: Happy Chinese New Year, dear readers!!!

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