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

Chapter 73 Drinking Together
The summer harvest is a heavy task, and everyone has to get up before five o'clock in the morning.

They work more than ten hours a day and can only go home to rest at seven or eight o'clock in the evening. The main kitchen is responsible for providing meals.

Extremely high pressure results in extremely high efficiency.

However, the joy of the harvest was not diminished in the slightest.

In this era of hunger, poverty, and hardship, being able to harvest so much food with one's own hands is truly a wonderful thing!

On the tenth day of the summer harvest.

All the wheat ears turned into heavy grains and began to be dried. They would be stored in the granary in three days.

According to calculations, a total of over 700,000 jin of wheat was harvested this time.

Roman was extremely dissatisfied.

Seed screening, fertilization, deep plowing...

Undoubtedly, this was an agricultural revolution that changed and innovated everything, bringing about earth-shattering changes.

He chose the flattest, most fertile, and most abundant piece of land in Sig Town.

We planted 30 jin of wheat seeds per mu, assigned 100 people to weed, and ensured that fertilization and topdressing were all done, but the result was that we didn't even achieve the expected 1:20 ratio.

The average yield per mu is only a little over 300 jin, which is only five or six times higher than before?
Of course, it's quite impressive to say that wheat plants can be five or six times denser.

However, the actual result was only one planted and twelve harvested.
A single grain of wheat buried in the soil may not even yield 20 grains.
What's the point of farming like this?!
My innate divine body for cultivating the land was actually fake?

In fact, when Roman saw the wheat stalks that were over a meter tall, he had a bad feeling.

TMD!

The nutrients he applied caused the wheat to grow taller, but they weren't concentrated on the ears of wheat. Secondly, the ear formation rate after tillering was also very low, less than 10%—only a few out of 100 wheat seeds produced two ears of wheat.

This relates to wheat breeding and improvement.

After calculating the exact yield, Roman's expression turned somewhat grim.

Although the grain was enough to feed everyone in Sigge Town, the fact that it didn't meet expectations still made him unhappy.

The overjoyed farmers were suddenly struck by the lord's gloomy face, and their hearts skipped a beat. They wondered why the lord was unhappy during this bountiful harvest season.

They remembered that the lord had said he would share the harvest with them. Was he going back on his word now?

But if they change their minds, they don't have many complaints.

The three free meals a day are enough to fill their stomachs.

From a survival perspective, the lord really didn't need to continue distributing food to them.

As long as they can work every day and have regular meals, that's fine.

The atmosphere in the threshing ground suddenly became tense, and the cheers gradually subsided.

Roman, who was deep in thought, also noticed this anomaly.

He composed himself, had Seth straighten his clothes, and then went up to the high platform in the threshing ground.

He said loudly, “You’ve done well; this can be considered a decent harvest. I promised that none of you would starve, and now it seems that with a foundation, the produce here is enough to feed everyone…including you.”

"But this is just the beginning. There are many more things waiting for you to do in the future. You have no choice but to obey, because you have no right to oppose any of my orders!"

"I'll say it again! You bunch of fools! I have no reason to tolerate your stupidity! All resources must be in my hands, and everyone must follow my orders! You have no choice but to obey! Obey! Obey!! Disobey and you die!!!"

His chest heaved as he finished articulating his violent will, then he let out a long sigh and continued:

"A harvest celebration will be held here tomorrow. You can leave now and come back tomorrow at noon."

After Roman finished speaking, he jumped off the platform.

He left the threshing ground surrounded by a group of managers.

The farmers belatedly grasped the meaning of the last sentence, but were quite used to the tone of the first part. They began to whisper among themselves. "Are we coming here for dinner tomorrow?"

"Perhaps? The master said he wants to hold a celebration."

"Should we go ask Master Moore?"

"Then you go ask?"

I feel like I understand, but it also feels like I don't really understand.

……

Wait until the next day.

The farmers who arrived early finally understood the significance of the lord's last words.

The delicious food that came into view almost filled their field of vision.

Dozens of skewered pork pieces were placed on top of the fire, skewered with wooden sticks.

Next to them were dozens of roasted lambs, also roasted until they were plump and oily, sizzling with oil.

The guards, who were originally hunters, were not responsible for maintaining order. Instead, they served as temporary cooks, handling the ingredients under the direction of Chef Bob. They would occasionally brush a layer of maltose onto the surface of the roasted meat, making the pork look sweet, fragrant, and tender.

A hundred or so tables were neatly arranged. And on each table was a loaf of bread—not black bread, but white bread!
Placed in baskets, more than twenty large baskets were filled with fragrant and soft white bread, covered with white linen, but not completely covered, with a corner peeking out. The tender white bread was more alluring than the most lewd prostitute.

Next to it were freshly baked pork pies, smelling delicious, stacked almost half a meter high.

Pan-fried trout, steamed sea bass, and boiled lamprey.

The plump fish caught from the winding river were all served on the table. There were hundreds of them, and they were all treated with lemon juice, scallions, ginger, and garlic to remove any fishy smell.

All the wooden barrels were open, revealing clear, bright beer inside. This was beer brewed by Roman's male servants at the manor—beer brewing in this era only required fermentation, but the brewing knowledge he gained from [cooking] was undoubtedly far more advanced.

There are a full 5,000 kilograms of beer here!
A total of one hundred buckets were filled with them, each weighing fifty pounds!

If it were to be sold, this barrel of craft beer would fetch at least four or five copper coins.

This is not finished!
Next to it were ten large iron pots. Five of them were simmering with tender, spiced meat broth, the meat and bones almost overflowing. The other pots contained various kinds of dishes, such as mixed vegetable soup, oatmeal porridge, plain water, and noodle soup.

Hundreds of kilograms of maltose were neatly laid out on a long table, ready to be used as a dip for meat or bread, or added to oatmeal porridge.

Outside, this item is valued in silver coins, and now it can be enjoyed to one's heart's content.

The large quantities of cheese, eggs, apples, green olives, and figs bought from the caravan were displayed in a dazzling array.

In the center of the long table in the middle, there was a whole roasted cow weighing three or four hundred pounds, emitting an enticing aroma.

Such a rich and plentiful selection of food is enough to satisfy everyone's hunger.

When everyone in Sig Town arrived, they were all speechless with astonishment.

Perhaps it was because the scene was so grand that it startled them, and they couldn't believe it was prepared for them.

No one dared to touch the tempting grilled meat and other delicacies; everyone tacitly restrained themselves. Even when children tried to grab them, they were stopped by adults.

Roman sat in the highest seat belonging to the lord.

Today marks the 131st day since he arrived in Sige Town.

Roman raised the exquisite glass he had brought from the Grand Duchy, which was filled with clear beer.

He stood tall and straight, with a heroic face and a solemn expression.

Everyone stared intently at Roman, at their lord, their ruler.

Those eyes were fervent and full of expectation.

They heard Roman say:
"Today, all food is available without limit, and I will drink with you all!"

(End of this chapter)