Iron Harvest: When Farming Becomes Conquest-Chapter 319 - 25: Punch that Blows Up the Earth! (Alliance Leader Bonus - )

Chapter 319: Chapter 25: Punch that Blows Up the Earth! (Alliance Leader Bonus Chapter)

Roman felt wonderful.

His palm stroked Shasta’s black hair, smooth and silky.

She hadn’t done much to maintain it, yet it felt surprisingly nice, nearly indistinguishable from Nillie’s.

This could only be the result of some people’s unique constitution.

He slid his hands into Shasta’s hair, his fingers wanting to grasp tightly but afraid of hurting her.

But even so, Shasta felt uncomfortable.

She couldn’t breathe.

Compared to the past hardships of eating in the wind, uncertain mornings, and being chased to the ends of the earth,

Life now was just too good.

So good it felt unreal.

The man before her had never discriminated against them; he treated them as people, as equals, neither overly familiar nor distant, his attitude towards them no different from anyone else’s.

Sometimes she wondered if it was all an illusion. Even though she remained cold whenever her unreliable sisters brought it up, deep down she pondered whether she should do more to appease her own fluctuating emotions.

She didn’t know the answer; being loyal to him was all she could do.

But things always change, some relationships improve, some worsen.

Margaret had lost control, said things she shouldn’t have, and she was super worried the situation would develop in a terrible direction.

But no conflict had arisen, he was assertive but left some room to breathe.

That’s what Shasta thought.

In truth, all he had to do was say the word, and she’d have no choice but to comply. In the beginning, she would make excuses involving Margaret, although later she didn’t even bother to pretend.

Ah, such are the small concerns of a young man.

She closed her eyes, experiencing some physiological discomfort, but she concluded that she didn’t dislike it, not one bit, she could totally bear it.

But suddenly,

Her eyes flew open.

"Uh..."

Roman sighed in relief, continuously stroking Shasta’s head, not sparing any words of praise, "Shasta! Beautiful Shasta! My dear Shasta! You’re just too wonderful! I’d punch the Earth for you!!"

Experienced sisters often say to never trust the words of a man after the deed, only the naive Witch would believe them, and though Shasta had no idea what Earth was, she felt he was just spouting nonsense. But gazing at him with her moist, vibrant eyes, she inexplicably wanted to believe just this once.

"Your Highness, as long as you’re happy," she said.

"Then I’ll be relying on you in the future as well," Roman replied.

The Witch murmured an affirmation.

She was just about to leave, getting ready to pull the linen shirt over her upper body, but then she was caught again.

Her skin blushed slightly, tingling a bit.

Enduring the strange sensation, she helped him twice more.

Shasta knew he was only twenty, full of youthful energy which was normal, while she was twenty-nine, nearly thirty, almost a decade older than him.

But he said he could accept them, never despising them for a bit.

"If you have any problems, just come to me."

Shasta tried to maintain a cool demeanor, but her flushed face and eyes unintentionally revealed a myriad of emotions.

She straightened her dress, hurriedly leaving the room.

"The taste of a Witch, truly not bad..."

Roman lay on the bed, feeling momentarily content.

"No, this isn’t right! Ah! Roman, Roman! How can you fall so low! Have you forgotten about the development plans for Fertile City? You can’t go on like this! Pull yourself together!"

Roman wished he could punch some sense into himself!

That same day, he rode out on horseback.

He lit up the map and searched for suitable land for cultivation.

Fertile City had about thirty million acres of farmland – considering only the tilled land, in Roman’s view, most of it was fallow, the soil poor, making cultivation difficult.

As always, the mantra was selective deep cultivation.

If they could increase food production, reducing the area under cultivation would be very cost-effective.

He prepared to plan out a piece of land that was broad in terrain, fertile in soil, and suitable for large-scale cultivation.

It wasn’t much, just a hundred thousand acres.

Three days later.

The heavy plows and agricultural advisors finally arrived.

Roman immediately set about arranging a deep plowing plan.

Changing agricultural production was a very difficult task for other lordships.

But for Roman, it was relatively convenient.

After all, his notorious reputation preceded him.

The reputation was secondary.

The main thing was the assistance of five thousand soldiers in farming.

How could the army of Origin City not know how to farm!

Education had to be seriously strengthened!

Everyone had to master the techniques of intensive and meticulous cultivation, learn the relationship between fertilizers and soil, the more advanced knowledge could be omitted for the moment.

Roman had always placed great importance on the spiritual development of the military, nightly study classes were mandatory in the barracks, and each person had a literacy book, although not all soldiers were literate, recognizing a few numbers and words was quite common, indicating some basic cultural foundation.

Five thousand highly obedient soldiers returning to the fields, their work efficiency need not be mentioned.

When Roman personally came to the fields to inspect this spring plowing movement, the soldiers were more enthusiastic than ever, almost ready to kick away the oxen and horses and pull the plows themselves. freewёbnoνel.com

It wasn’t impossible.

The cattle and horses from the outside were all skin and bones, and Roman was concerned they might drop dead if they walked any further.

Oh, the cruelty! How could there be any efficiency if the cattle and horses were not well-fed?

Of course, Roman also understood the objective factors right after winter, but that was not a reason to work them to death.

Roman then dispatched a thousand oxen and two thousand draft horses from Origin City to assist in the farming.

Origin City didn’t need that many cattle and horses for the time being, basically only two things required them.

One was land reclamation, the other was transportation.

As it was nearly enough to meet the daily needs of Origin City, this was the largest number of livestock Roman could dispatch.

It wasn’t just the livestock, but also hundreds of thousands of pounds of feed such as soybean meal and silage.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible to keep them.

By now, Roman’s task of bringing a little shock from Origin City to this land was finally complete!

When the fools from Fertile City saw those cattle and horses, their eyes nearly popped out.

Holy shit!

These cattle!

These horses!

Their fat and strong body size!

The well-developed muscles in their limbs!

In the Middle Ages, this was more exaggerated than taking steroids!

The prisoners of war from Divine Mysterious were clamoring that this was not at all in line with Church Court, daring to change the things bestowed by All Gods!

To these kinds of prisoners, Roman ordered them to fall out of line there and then, and hanged them until dead.

Either work or die.

Most of the farmers were shallow believers who lived day to day, drawn here by the promise of a better life provided by the Holy War Army.

Now things were pitiful, the bigwigs from the Church Court were defeated, and they ended up in a... slightly better situation than before.

After all, three meals a day was truly delightful!

If they could scrape by, they would just scrape by, questioning the authority of blasphemers would not do, grumbling while working at most.

Roman did not care if they were scraping by, as long as they worked.

As long as the plan was met, there would be peace and quiet for all.

Fail to do so, and there would be no good outcome.

Over time, the dividends brought about by changing the production model would shut up all those grumblers.

What about the Church Court?

If they dared, let them come to Fertile City and have a real fight with the River Valley King!