The villain's way to tame the protagonist

An hour passed too quickly for the farmers. The people from the City Lord's Mansion also arrived on time. He looked at the farmers scattered on the large fields. He neither did anything to show off nor said any nonsense, which was incredible in the eyes of the farmers.

"You should have seen the blueprint yesterday. I will explain it to you again today. Bring out the potion."

The peasants dared not disobey the big man who represented the city lord and immediately took out the potion from their boxes in a panic.

"Everyone return to your allotted plots of land and lift the lids."

Henk quickly walked to the field he was in charge of and did as he was told. After lifting the lid, he indeed saw the button indicated on the drawing.

"Aim at the field and press the button hard until the liquid stops flowing down."

Laurel did not move, but squinted his eyes and observed the others. When he found that the liquid level in the jar of potion in the hand of the first person who pressed the button had dropped by one third and no longer flowed out, he pressed the button in his hand.

"Simple enough, right? Remember it all." The man representing the city lord Leonard said expressionlessly, "Seven days later, at this time, when you have harvested the crops, repeat the steps just now."

"Remember, the second time, repeat it exactly. No more, no less."

"Okay, go sow the seeds. Just water them every day according to your habits. No need to fertilize. And..."

"This piece of farmland belongs to you, and the crops also belong to you. You don't have to hand them over. City Lord Leonard, you don't need to hand them over."

After saying this, the man left, looking like he didn't want to stay with these farmers at all.

Henk stared at the man's back in a daze. After several seconds, he murmured in disbelief, "That is to say, that is to say... seven days can really make wheat ripe?"

"Laurel, what you said is true—"

He just excitedly went to call Laurel, only to find that she had already picked up a hoe and started working hard.

Henk looked down at the soil beneath his feet. After sprinkling the potions, he couldn't see any sudden change. But since it was already like this, what else could he do besides cultivating the land and sowing seeds?

With his passion aroused, Henk immediately threw himself into farming. If... if he could really harvest a batch of wheat in seven days, if he could control the wheat himself...

Even though his hands had not moved at all after swinging the hoe hundreds of times, they began to tremble as soon as he started working.

Hunk's lips trembled, and he felt his heartbeat passing through his throat, through his bones, and echoing in his mind.

His family was not poor, but they could just make do with food and clothing. Generations of farming had not allowed his family to accumulate any wealth. Their harder work had not resulted in increased wages. Instead, taxes depended solely on the mood of the contemporary lord. If it were not for the foresight and ability of this generation's Earl Watson, Henk's life would not have been easy.

But if there is this piece of farmland...

Could I buy my father a better pipe, a brand new coat for my eldest brother, or even... maybe even a nice pair of shoes for Shansha?

The young man clenched the hoe in his hand and felt endless power surging in his body.

Just like his eyes were so bright, as if they contained brilliant and crystal-clear eternal hope.

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For these skilled farmers recruited by Earl Watson from all over Watson County, it was a simple task to complete the sowing within a day. Henk was so hopeful that he even wanted to open up another field.

However, he did not dare to cross the boundary. After finishing sowing and watering, he could only leave the field, looking back every few steps.

Today, he was preparing to water the fields for the second time according to the calculated time, but found that someone had arrived early and was squatting by the farmland.

"…Laurel?"

Henk was stunned for a moment, then he came forward and greeted happily: "Laurel! How is your land? Laurel...Laurel?"

Henk was puzzled when he didn't hear a response. Then he suddenly thought that the other party seemed to be resistant to communicating with him, so he had no choice but to walk towards the fields he had cultivated.

As they walked... Henk finally understood why Laurel squatted there like a piece of wood without saying a word.

Because he saw the tender sprouts sprouting in the farmland, large patches of... tender sprouts.

Just half a day and a night, just... some water.

"..."

Henk's legs went weak and he fell to his knees, trembling. With trembling hands he touched the tender shoots, which were so fresh and green that they seemed to be dripping with water.

He had never seen sprouts so fresh, tender and perfect.

Afterwards, farmers came to the fields one after another, and their reactions were the same as Laurel and Henk's.

Some people even knelt on the ground, buried their faces in the soil that had become as fertile as if it came from fairyland overnight, and cried inconsolably.

Then, it was not until late at night that some people reluctantly left the farmland.

The next day, the green wheat seedlings had grown visibly taller, and there were already signs of leaves growing. This time, all the farmers brought a day's supply of food, and everyone still stayed by the farmland, never moving away. At night, some people even took out bedding from their packages and spread it directly by the farmland, not until they felt sleepy enough that they covered themselves with the quilts and went to sleep.

On the fourth day, the wheat, which had grown to almost as high as Henk's chest and stunned every farmer, had begun to form ears. The farmers hugged each other happily, regardless of whether they knew each other or not, and regardless of the age difference. At this moment, the hope and joy they carried were so consistent, and the hard work and fatigue they had experienced resonated so perfectly.

On the sixth day, the wheat had already sprouted and blossomed, and the emerald green had turned to golden yellow. The plump wheat ears made the farmers celebrate again. They splashed water on each other, took off their shirts, and let their dark skin become as hot as their hearts under the sun. They sang simple and rustic ballads, and their rough and hoarse voices carried happiness and joy, floating far away.

On the seventh day, the gate and walls of Little Pelican City were crowded with people.

Because everyone saw that the farmland far outside the city had turned into a golden ocean.

Henk knelt in front of the farmland, kissing the ears of wheat in his hands and the land under his feet, and the tears in his eyes could no longer be suppressed and flowed down.

He had never seen such full and bright ears of wheat. Not only that, the wheat that was supposed to grow from only one seedling now had so many ears of wheat hanging that the yield had increased several times!

Henk couldn't describe his current emotions, he just felt as if he was in a dream, he was even afraid that it was really just a dream.

But the scent of wheat ears, the fragrance of soil, the wetness of tears... everything was so real, so real that he wanted to cry bitterly.

His life will change, not only him, but also the people around him, and even the entire Little Pelican City and the entire Watson County will all change!

With farmland like this, how could anyone starve to death? Not only would they not starve to death, but every family would have abundant food of all kinds!

Henk was even willing to give a lot of wheat to people around him for free - because there was just too much! So much that even an experienced farmer like him couldn't estimate the yield at all. It's no exaggeration to say that the amount of grain he had grown in the past three or four years might not be as much as what he had grown in these seven days!

"Harvest... Harvest!" Henk stood up excitedly, "Harvest this batch quickly, and then you can plant the second batch right away... What should I plant for the second batch? You can--"

"Henk."

A deep voice from behind interrupted Henk's soliloquy.

The young man turned around and saw his short and strong fellow villager who seemed to have a bad temper.

"…Laurel?"

Henk was stunned for a moment, then he said happily and cheerfully: "I think your harvest should be pretty good too! We are so lucky to have harvested so much food... I wonder how much money we can make!"

"Humph." Laurel sneered, "Do you really think you can make a lot of money?"

He pulled Henk over and pointed at the nearby circles of farmers crying with joy, and then pointed at their fields which had even more abundant harvests than Henk's, and said with a gloomy face:

"With so much food, how much do you think you can sell it for?"

Henk was stunned. He was simple and honest, but not stupid. He quickly understood what Laurel meant.

"Too many...are we not needed anymore?" the young man muttered to himself.

"You are not a simple fool... Little Pelican City definitely cannot consume so much food, that's for sure."

Listening to Laurel's words, Henk thought for a while, then smiled and said, "That doesn't matter. Isn't it a good thing for everyone to have enough to eat?"

"Oh, don't you want to make money?" Laurel stared into Hunk's eyes, "Or do you think this is enough? Do you think that rolling around in the fields all your life and just feeling full is enough?"

“If it can be sold…”

The man did not hide his greed in his words: "If it can be sold, how much money will it be!"

"..." Henk looked at the golden wheat, opened his mouth, and could not speak.

If... all of these are sold.

Pipe, coat, shoes... No, no, no, no... He could buy better things, better things for his father, for his elder brother, and for his sweetheart to whom he had not yet confessed his love.

Moreover, it only took seven days!

"I...Laurel."

Henk lowered his voice nervously: "I, I want to make money, what should I do?"

Laurel looked at the simple young man who had taken the bait, and a smile slowly spread across his lips:

"The food in Little Pelican City cannot be sold, but who said... so much food can only be sold in Little Pelican City?"

Chapter 68: Helen Faust Part 4

On the crowded city wall, the handsome young nobleman and the cute little doll lady were looking at the cartloads of wheat that were pushing in, forming a long golden river.

"How do you feel?" Ansher put his hand on Ming Fuluo's shoulder and said softly.

"……very good."

Ming Fuluo muttered to herself as the sea of ​​wheat straw was reflected in her eyes.

"Why do you think it's good?"

Anser stroked Ming Fuluo's face, feeling the delicate touch of his fingertips. He chuckled and said, "Because you saw the possibility and change, right?"

"Yes." Ming Fuluo ignored Ansel's hand caressing her face. "It's a perfect success. Just this small piece of land can produce such an output through soil strengthening potions. Then if it is applied to the entire empire..."

The female scholar's voice became louder, her tone excited and hurried: "I will definitely...I will definitely be able to..."

She suddenly paused, lowered her head slightly, and after a moment of silence, she responded, "I'm sorry, Lord Anser, I lost my composure."

Anser smiled nonchalantly: "Your excitement is natural, how can it be considered a loss of composure, but... I didn't expect one thing."

He looked at the cheering people, at the farmers sitting on carts waving their arms excitedly, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly:

"I thought you would be happy for them first, for these civilians who were right in front of you, happy that they were no longer troubled by hunger."

Ming Fuluo was slightly stunned. Only now did she shift her gaze from the carts full of golden wheat ears to the farmers who looked like triumphant heroes.

——Even if these farmers are sitting next to her "achievements".

"I--"

"Of course." Without waiting for Ming Fuluo to speak, Anser smiled and said, "As a creator, the first thing you should care about is of course your own creation. This does not mean that after you calm down, you will really ignore those excited farmers and civilians, right..."

"Helen?"

His hand, which was pressed tightly against Ming Fuluo's cheek, was so warm that she could even feel her steady pulse from her wrist.

“……” Ming Fuluo looked at the farmers without saying anything.

"Helen?"

Ansher leisurely repeated the name again, which brought the latter back to his senses from his trance.

The strange price to pay for obtaining information about Erion's death forced Ming Fuluo to utter that word again.

"I'm sorry... Father." Miss Doll lowered her eyes slightly, "I can't give you an answer."

"Really? That's okay, I just know you think so."

Ansher showed Ming Furo great tolerance and his meticulous attitude, as if he was really treating her as his own daughter.

He looked at the harvest team, gently stroked Ming Fuluo's face, and said softly: "Next week, it should be a more interesting scene. Are you looking forward to it, Ming Fuluo?"

"Yes, I am looking forward to it, Father... Lord Anser."

The sudden change of titles made Ming Fuluo feel a little confused. The genius scholar who could always handle everything coldly, rationally and efficiently had been bound by countless chains and became the one who could barely move and was extremely slow.

External pressure, internal confusion...If it weren't for the indelible signpost still remaining in her heart, Ming Furo would have already become a puppet completely at the mercy of Ansel.

"correct."

Anser withdrew his hand that was caressing Ming Fuluo's cheek, patted her shoulder gently, leaned over and whispered in her ear:

"I have found the answer to Erion's death."

Ming Fuluo's breathing stagnated, and her petite figure seemed to be frozen like a silhouette. Her gorgeous purple eyes were like amber at this moment, and the scene reflected in her eyes seemed to be the last scene solidified when her consciousness was pulled away from reality.

"Want to listen now?"

Not in a private room, not in a secret occasion, but right here, on the city wall where a group of people were watching the excitement, Anser said this to Ming Furo as if he was talking about something trivial.

"……Yes."

Ming Fuluo spoke slowly, her voice a little hoarse: "According to the agreement between Lord Anser and me, you only need to tell me... one clue."

Ming Fuluo, who got a key clue from Su Silun, remained calm in front of Ansher.

Even though this clue meant too much to her.