84: Chapter 18: Drinking Together 84: Chapter 18: Drinking Together The sumr harvest duties were heavy, and everyone had to get up before five in the morning.
They toiled for more than ten hours every day, only able to rest at ho by seven or eight in the evening, with the main kitchen providing the als.
The extre exertion resulted in extrely 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 such an abundance of grain by one’s own hands was truly a wonderful thing!
On the tenth day of the sumr harvest,
All the wheat ears turned into heavy grains, ready to be dried; three days later, they could be stored in the granary.
According to the calculations, more than seven hundred thousand pounds of wheat were harvested this ti.
Roman was very dissatisfied.
Seed selection, fertilizing, deep plowing, and cultivating…
Undoubtedly, this was an agricultural revolution, changing everything, renewing everything, bringing about earth-shattering changes.
He chose the flattest, most fertile, and richest land in Sige Town.
Thirty pounds of wheat seeds were planted per acre, a hundred people were arranged to weed, and fertilization and top-dressing were not neglected, but the expected yield of 1:20 was not even reached?
The average yield per acre was only over three hundred pounds, rely five or six tis higher than before?
Certainly, the increased density of wheat plants raised by five or six tis was quite impressive.
However, the actual result was just sowing one seed to reap twelve?
A grain of wheat buried in the ground could not even yield 20 grains?
What kind of farming was this!
Was my Innate Cultivation Holy Body actually fake?
In fact, when Roman saw the wheat stalks over a ter high, he already sensed sothing was wrong.
Damn!
The nutrients provided by the fertilizer only allowed the wheat to grow taller without concentrating the nutrients in the ears; furthermore, the spikelet formation rate after tillering was also very low, less than ten percent—only a few seeds out of a hundred grew into double spikelets.
And this concerned wheat breeding and improvent.
After calculating the accurate yield, Roman’s expression was sowhat displeased.
Although these grains were enough to feed everyone in Sige Town, not eting expectations still dampened his mood.
The farrs, who were previously jubilant, suddenly noticed the Lord’s gloomy expression, causing their hearts to sink; they wondered why the Lord was unhappy during harvest ti.
They recalled the Lord’s promise to share the harvested grains with them; was he going back on his word now?
Yet, even if he did, they wouldn’t have much to complain about.
The provision of three free als a day was enough to fill their stomachs.
From a survival standpoint, the Lord indeed had no need to continue giving them grain.
As long as they could work every day without a break for als, it would suffice.
The atmosphere at the threshing floor instantly beca tense, and the cheering gradually subsided.
Roman, deep in thought, also noticed this unusual situation.
He composed himself, had Seth tidy up his attire, and then went to the high platform at the threshing floor.
He loudly declared, “You did well; this ti can barely be considered a harvest.
I had promised that none of you would starve, and now it seems we have the foundation; the yield here is enough to feed everyone…
including all of you.
“But this is just the beginning; there is more work for you to do in the future, and you must 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 indulge your stupidity!
All resources must be in my hands, and everyone must move forward according to my orders!
You only have obedience!
Obedience!
Obedience!
Disobey, and you die!!!”
He heaved his chest, finished expressing his violent will, took a deep breath, and then added:
”Tomorrow, there will be a harvest celebration here; you can disperse for now and return at noon tomorrow.”
After Roman finished speaking, he jumped off the high platform.
Surrounded by the group of administrators, he left the threshing floor.
The farrs belatedly understood the aning of his last sentence.
They were accustod to the tone of the first part of his speech and began whispering among themselves.
“Do we eat here tomorrow?”
”Maybe?
The Lord said there’s going to be a celebration.”
”Should we ask Lord Moor?”
”You go ask then?”
They felt they understood, yet sohow it seed they didn’t.
…
The next day.
The farrs who arrived early finally knew the weight of the Lord’s last words.
The array of delicious food almost filled their field of vision.
Dozens of slabs of pork were skewered with wooden rods, roasting over the fire.
Beside them, dozens of roasted lambs were also being baked until they were fat and oily, sizzling with grease.
The guards, forrly hunters, were not responsible for maintaining order but acted as temporary chefs, handling the ingredients under head chef Bob’s command, occasionally brushing a layer of maltose on the surface of the roast at, making the pork look sweet, fragrant, and crispy.
Over a hundred tables were neatly arranged, all topped with bread—not black bread, but white bread!
Placed in wicker baskets, more than twenty large baskets were filled with fragrant, soft white bread, covered with white linen, but not completely covered, revealing a corner.
The white tender bread seed more enticing than the most lascivious courtesan.
There were pies filled with roasted pork, slling delicious and piled half a ter high.
Pan-fried trout, stead bass, boiled lampreys.
The plump fish caught from andering rivers were also served on the dining table, hundreds in total, all seasoned with lemon juice, scallion, ginger, and garlic to remove the fishy sll.
Barrels were all open, containing clear and bright beer.
The beer brewed by the servants under Roman’s arrangent in the manor—brewing beer in this era required only ferntation, yet the brewing knowledge he gained from Cooking was undoubtedly more advanced.
There were as many as five thousand pounds of beer!
Packed in fifty-pound barrels, a full hundred barrels!
If sold, a barrel of refined beer would fetch four or five copper coins.
And that’s not all!
Next to the ten large iron pots, five pots were simring soft, spiced at stews, with bones almost sticking out.
The other pots contained mixed vegetable soup, oatal porridge, plain water, and noodle soup, a variety of choices.
Hundreds of pounds of maltose were neatly placed on the long table, ready for dipping at, bread, or adding to oatal porridge.
Outside, this item was priced in silver coins, now available for indulgence.
A dazzling array of cheese, eggs, apples, green olives, and figs purchased from caravans were displayed.
In the center of the long table, a whole roasted cow weighing three to four hundred pounds was placed, exuding an enticing aroma.
Such abundant and ample food was enough to satisfy everyone.
The people of Sige Town were all present, astonished and speechless.
Perhaps the grand scene intimidated them, making it hard to believe this was prepared for them.
No one dared to reach for those tantalizing roasts and delicacies; everyone restrained their hands in a tacit understanding, even if a child tried to grab, they were stopped by adults.
Roman sat upright in the highest seat belonging to the Lord.
Today marked his 131st day in Sige Town.
Roman raised the exquisite goblet brought from Duke Domain, filled with transparent beer.
He stood tall, his appearance heroic, his expression solemn.
Everyone watched Roman intently, focusing on their Lord, their ruler.
Those gazes were fervent and full of expectation.
They heard Roman say:
”Today, the food will be supplied without limit, I drink with you all!”
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