I built a manor in the Middle Ages

Chapter 43 A great harvest!
If you want to eat bread, you need to go through countless grinding processes from the moment the grain is harvested.

If these steps are stairs, then the oven room is the final high-rise building.

Without the oven room, everything is bullshit.

The jointing stage is a very important time for grain growth. This is the time when insects suddenly explode. From the beginning of April, Luc and his partner fight insects in the fields every day and apply fertilizers continuously, hoping that the grains will give them a big surprise in more than a month.

This was the project that Luc had been looking forward to the most, and the one that took him the longest and most effort. The breeze blew through the green grains. Although sweat was pouring down his head, his heart was burning with excitement.

After finally getting through the growth period, Luc immediately started building the oven room.

An oven house is a building built in any human settlement, and most of the time there is only one, which is a public facility.

But unlike most mills which were not controlled by the lord, the oven room usually belonged to the lord, and if one wanted to use the oven, one had to pay grain in exchange for the opportunity.

Luc and Ryan moved all the remaining bricks from the house, and the oven room was a culmination of all the buildings Luc had built before.

First of all, the oven must be fire-resistant, and the firing of red bricks is perfect for this. Secondly, it also requires high-temperature fuel, and charcoal is just right.

Then it also usually requires an arched circular hearth that can accommodate the bread, which coincides with the vault of a brick kiln; it also requires a good exhaust chimney to ensure that the internal flame does not go out, similar to the principle of a charcoal kiln; the interior of the oven room may need to be covered with turf as an insulation layer, and the new house happens to be studying this.

All the technologies that have been explored before are like fingers that can be turned into an oven room when clenched into a fist.

The oven room was built in the right front of the new house. Two people piled up a brick platform of equal height. The brick platform was very particular, with a fire filling hole reserved underneath. The middle of the square brick platform was the part bordering the arch, which would also be the place where bread would be baked in the future.

After the red brick platform was built, the two began to build a semicircular furnace. The furnace was piled very tightly inside and out, and covered with mud inside and out. The entire furnace could hold about 30 loaves of bread.

Directly in front of Luc and the other man was the reserved furnace door. They had not yet decided what material to use for the door. Wood might not work, but after much thought, they decided it had to be an iron door.

"Looks like we have to go into Cooper Castle again."

Luke thought for a long time and finally made a decision: "In addition, there are the cat and the iron pot we mentioned before."

"But that will have to wait until we harvest the crops!"

Luke turned his head to look at the fields behind the oven house. Ryan beside him had a blazing fire in his eyes when he heard this. It was not anger, but a deep love for food.

That’s right, the wheat is finally ripe!!

Days passed one by one, and on the day when the oven room was completed, time flew to May. After an extremely long wait, right in front of us, on a small piece of land, fields of wheat with full grains hung their heads, and the golden ears of wheat swayed in the breeze, like golden waves constantly rising and falling. The air was filled with a unique fragrance, which was the smell of harvest!
It is the most sincere gift from the mountains and forests to ourselves!
"Ryan! Take the sickle, today is our festival!"

In the mountains, even the devout Ryan had no time to celebrate Christmas and Easter, but the harvest days now were enough to rival the above two festivals!

Ryan excitedly rushed into the wooden house, picked up the sickle and ran out without looking back, fearing that if he was a step slower, the wheat would be gone.

Each of them held a sickle, and two people, one on each side, moved back and forth in the fields, cutting the wheat quickly.

Little Charlie didn't know why the two people were so happy, but seeing his master happy, he also kept having fun in the field.

A few white clouds floated across the azure sky, goats chewed grass, and chickens pecked at emerging insects. It was a rare moment of tranquility and peace in the mountains and forests.

As the harvested wheat became heavier, it gradually filled the hearts of the two men. Ryan's face had been filled with a smile since the wheat began to grow. From then on, this civilian carpenter saw that the growth of wheat would exceed his expectations. Now, following Master Luke to harvest the wheat with his own hands, his previous expectations were further confirmed.

"Master, this must be two hundred pounds, right?!"

Ryan straightened up, wiped the sweat from his eyelashes, looked at the wheat field, and couldn't help asking.

"More than that!" Luc shook his head. He continued to cut the wheat and held up three fingers. "At least three hundred pounds!"

"Hi~"

Ryan gasped. Oh my God, this piece of land was only one-fifth the size, and it produced three hundred pounds of grain?
Three hundred pounds!

That's the amount of food that would be produced in an entire acre! And it would take a hundred pounds of seeds!

However, I heard from the master that only twenty pounds of seeds were used here.
What is this amazing output?

No, this is not amazing, it is simply a miracle!
Ryan made the sign of the cross.

If before he just admired and was grateful for Luc's kindness and thoughts, then at this moment he truly respected Luc.

Of course, Luc, who was harvesting wheat, didn't know that on this day of harvest, Ryan had truly returned to him.

But for Ryan, the surprises were not over yet.

It's just rye here.

Next to the rye, in a small, clearly defined patch of land, there was a field of wheat—real wheat.

At first, Village Chief Ward only gave Luke one pound of wheat, but now a rough look shows that the output is only more than twenty pounds.

"It seems we won't be able to eat white bread this year. I plan to use this wheat as planting material. Next year, when wheat is as plentiful as rye is now, we can eat white bread again."

The difference between white bread and brown bread is not just in their identity. The texture and taste are all different. Wheat is the grain that is truly suitable for making bread.

Luc felt a little regretful, but Ryan didn't at all!

Black bread, even though it is food for the common people, can we afford to eat black bread every day?
Not at all!
Most of the time it was a porridge made from wheat bran, or even oatmeal porridge for feeding livestock. If there was really enough black bread to eat, they would not look for parsnips as a staple food, nor would they mix sawdust with it.

"Master, it doesn't matter if I don't have white bread. I'm already very satisfied to be able to eat black bread every day! When white bread is produced in the future, you can eat it all by yourself!"

Ryan patted his chest, and Luc looked at him with amusement. If white bread was really produced in large quantities, he probably wouldn't say that.

"Master, this is a blessed land given to us by God. It must not be taken away by anyone!"

Ryan suddenly clenched his fists. He always remembered to be prepared for danger in times of peace.

“That’s for sure.”

Luc nodded seriously. This was also the reason why he asked Ryan to learn martial arts and why he wanted to learn to read.

"By the way, I don't plan to mix anything into the black bread this time. I can't get used to it."

"Three hundred pounds will probably yield two hundred and forty pounds of flour, which is more than enough to eat!"

Two hundred and forty pounds of flour may not seem like a lot, but when combined with a large amount of meat and vegetables, it is not consumed quickly.

Not to mention that I will buy a batch of spring wheat next!
By this time the three-field system had been implemented, and spring grains were not uncommon.

It took the two of them two days to harvest the wheat and collect the straw, which Luc still had great use for.

The next day, Luc and Ryan officially started threshing!
(End of this chapter)