I was a lord farming, how did I become an emperor?

Chapter 95 A Woman's Choice (Seeking First Subscription)
Dreams are beautiful, but we must be down-to-earth in reality.

Rhodes spent a lot of time and effort assembling the entire windmill, except for the millstone.

As the last bolt was tightened, the windmill blades slowly turned under the force of the wind.

The gears meshed together, making a regular clicking sound.

The sound of wood rubbing against wood was the most beautiful sound Rod could hear at that moment.

Rhodes walked out of the mill, stood on the hilltop, and gazed admiringly at the windmills, feeling a great sense of accomplishment.

The rotating windmill towers are exceptionally beautiful, and under the sunlight, they become a stunning sight with an exotic flair.

Everything is working as expected.

In the future, this mill will continuously grind flour, witnessing new changes throughout the entire Northern Wasteland.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and felt the wind blowing across his face, the air filled with the fresh scent of wood.

This feeling is absolutely wonderful.

Now all that's left is the millstone. Once the millstone is made and installed, the windmill mill will be truly complete.

The carpenters worked day and night during this period, and were exhausted both physically and mentally.

Rhodes was generous and gave them a day off, and even had Lawrence exchange work points for them.

They can freely exchange for food and daily necessities, and then relax at the Frostbreath tavern.

As for the slave carpenters, Rhodes did not mistreat them either.

Rhodes had his servants prepare a sumptuous meal so that they could relax and enjoy themselves.

Just as Rhodes was basking in the joy of the windmill's completion, he received some unpleasant news.

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In a wooden house in the working-class area southeast of Frostleaf Town.

Lying on the bed, Orl looked at the two people in front of him, his eyes gradually dimming, filled with despair.

He never imagined that in less than two weeks, his wife Nisha would be having an affair with another man.

He's starting to regret it.

Perhaps I shouldn't have been tempted by the generous military pay to join the lord's army.

If he had stayed a farmer and worked honestly like before, perhaps he wouldn't be in this situation today, and at least he could still protect his family.

But now?
He lost his legs, his ability to support his family, and... his beautiful wife who had been by his side.

"I'm sorry, Orl."

Orr's wife, Nisha, spoke calmly, even with a hint of indifference.

“You can no longer support me. You are now disabled and can no longer earn work points.”

"I still have so much grain left after exchanging work points, and you're already starting to plan for the future?"

Orl smiled bitterly, staring intently at Nisha. "I still have work points; I won't let you starve."

"You have it now, but you won't have it later."

Nisha glanced at him indifferently and said without any mercy, "The two hundred catties of grain at home are only enough to eat for more than three months, and your work points will also be used up in the future."

What if we don't have work points? Are you expecting me to support you?

Orl felt as if his heart was being squeezed tightly, making it hard to breathe.

His wife wasn't like this before, but she changed after he came back with his disability.

The man next to Nisha scoffed, his tone full of contempt: "Alright, what's the point of talking to this kind of trash?"

"Orl, you should go see your lord, not stay here and drag others down."

"Shut up!"

Orr roared angrily.

"Ha, Orl, I don't want to waste my time here. I can't take care of you anymore, and besides, leaving you now won't stop me."

Nisha sneered.
"Perhaps you should ask the lord for help, as Rand suggested. However, the lord won't support you for life."

Or gritted his teeth and said coldly, "The lord has already taken care of us disabled soldiers. He gave each of us 500 catties of grain and 100 catties of meat."

"Just that little bit, and you bought your legs?"

Nisha waved her hand, "Forget it, it has nothing to do with me. Anyway, it's not me who's crippled." Rand put his arm around Nisha's waist and said smugly, "Stop talking nonsense, let's take the food and go."

"You're taking the food with you?"

Orr stared wide-eyed at his wife in disbelief.

She not only wants to abandon herself, but also wants to take away the compensation given by the lord!
"What right do you have?!"

"You can't stop us right now."

Nisha shrugged slightly and spread her hands, saying, "Don't worry, I won't take everything from the house. I'll leave you a bag of food so you can get through this month."

Consider it a token of the affection we've accumulated over the years as husband and wife.

"roll--"

Orr grabbed a cup from the side and threw it at Nisha, but she easily dodged it.

Or gritted his teeth and cursed angrily, his whole body trembling as he struggled to stop them, but the pain in his legs rendered him powerless.

His wife made no attempt to be polite, packed up all their belongings with the new man, and left without looking back.

As the wooden door closed, the room fell into a deathly silence, broken only by Orl's low, labored breathing.

His hands gripped the blankets tightly, his chest felt tight, as if his heart was about to be torn apart.

Orl felt like he was suffocating, but he had no ability to resist.

Boom, boom, boom.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"come in."

Orl closed his eyes, composed himself, and said in a low voice, "What else do you want... Lord Gunle!"

The wooden door was slowly pushed open, and a burly figure almost filled the entire door frame.

—It was Günle.

Two soldiers followed behind Gunle, carrying two heavy sacks of grain.

Gunther glanced around the room, his gaze settling on Orr's gaunt face. He nodded slightly.
"You're Orl?"

Orr recognized Gunle, but with so many soldiers and no training from him, he couldn't remember them.

Orr nodded, his voice a little hoarse: "Yes, Lord Gunle."

Gunle waved his hand, signaling the soldiers to put down the food, and said in a calm and unhurried tone,
"This is your ration: 100 jin of grain and 30 jin of meat. Today is the first month's ration."

"Other soldiers will bring it later. If you need anything else, just let them know."

"The lord said that you guys cannot be treated unfairly."

Orl took a deep breath, forced himself to sit up, and said gratefully, "Thank you, Lord Gunle, thank you for your kindness, Lord."

"I will convey your gratitude. I'll be going now if there's nothing else."

Gunle nodded slightly and casually ticked a box in the notebook.

As he turned to leave, Gunle frowned slightly. "Why are you all alone here? Where's your wife? She should be preparing lunch by now."

When the word "wife" was mentioned, Orr's expression stiffened and his eyes dimmed.

He forced a bitter smile and said in a low voice, "She...is gone."

"What happened?" Gunle asked in a deep voice.

Orr did not hide anything and recounted what had just happened in detail.

After listening, Gunle smirked and a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes: "Interesting. I will report this to the lord."

Orr didn't speak, but lowered his eyes, his gaze fixed on the ground.

Gunle looked at the soldier before him, remained silent for a moment, and then said calmly, "Orl, war has taken away your legs, but that doesn't mean your life is over."

Orl's body jolted, and he looked up with a complicated expression.

"The lord said he would never abandon a soldier who had fought for him,"

Gunle's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable firmness: "You are his subject and his warrior. Once you recover, there are other paths you can take."

Orl opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Günler said nothing more, turned and walked out of the house.
"Don't worry, the lord will take care of it for you."

(End of this chapter)