If I let you farm, will you become the emperor of the empire?

The last month of summer has arrived.

The temperature is getting hotter and hotter.

The farmers who are responsible for farming usually drink boiled water in wooden barrels, which has long been turned into herbal tea.

The advantage of the big kitchen is high efficiency and can greatly save fuel.

In June, all farmers go out early and come back late, and take a four or five-hour break at noon.

They have to plow 5,000 acres of wasteland this month and plant vegetables and crops suitable for harvesting in autumn.

Why are they so eager to farm?

Of course, they need to welcome the future population.

Roman paid such a tragic price and destroyed the entire Kant Territory. How could he only migrate a group of people?

It can't be said that everyone...

At least another 10,000 people must be pulled out this year.

How can they feed them without farming?

As for the land of Kant Territory, Roman has basically given it up.

It can be taken, but there is no need.

Unless the mountains are broken through and bridges are built, it will be difficult for Roman to defend the land outside.

Migrating them is the best way.

…

When Roman was planning to open up wasteland and plant crops.

The temporary oil press workshop produced oil.

The quality of soybeans was poor, and the oil yield was low, less than 10%.

Five thousand kilograms of soybeans only produced about four hundred kilograms of soybean oil.

Edible oil has many benefits.

However, if it is placed in the kitchen, it will be used up in two days at most, and it is not enough to eat at all.

But if it is used to make soap, it will be about four hundred kilograms. It can be cut into two thousand pieces of soap.

Rounding it off, it means that each of Roman's soldiers has one piece of soap.

If you save it, it can be used for half a month.

And this is the purpose of Roman making soap.

Keeping soldiers clean and smelling relatively clean is one of the soldiers' living benefits.

This is just the first batch of soybean oil.

Roman will probably get more than four thousand kilograms of soybean oil in the end.

Again, it is impossible to use it for cooking.

How did they get by without edible oil before? How will they get by in the future?

Using it to make soap, repair and maintain weapons is the best way out for them.

But making soap requires manpower.

Large-scale production can certainly improve efficiency.

But the initial investment of new industries is indispensable.

Although the soap made by Roman is not as delicate and gentle as modern soap, it is worse than nothing.

...

A few days later.

The town of Sger welcomed a heavy rainstorm in summer.

It was later than last year. The old people in Sger said that there would be one or two rainstorms every year.

Actually, it’s not bad.

Because, from the Thorn Peninsula ruled by the King of Iceland, to the fjord of the King of Sinnoh, and from half of the Black Iron Land to the Land of Ego.

Those places have hot and dry summers and mild and rainy winters.

It is only suitable for growing spring wheat, and it can only be harvested once a year.

The land where Roman is located is much better. It can achieve two harvests a year, which can be called excellent.

The climate is suitable, the precipitation is even, the river network is dense, and the water is abundant, which is conducive to the growth of crops and does not require additional irrigation.

The advantage of heavy rain is that it can nourish crops to grow quickly.

The downside is that weeds and pastures will also grow wildly.

And Roman has to stop working during heavy rain.

He has seen the weather forecast, and the heavy rain will only last for two days, so he will distribute food to everyone one day in advance and let them take it back as rations for the next two days.

Take this opportunity to let them rest for two days.

Today is different from the past. Roman can mobilize a lot of manpower now, so he is particularly calm.

The tolerance rate has been greatly improved.

In one word, stable!

The farmers are even less panicked.

They have come to their senses during this period.

Damn, after being a poor citizen all my life, I actually eat public food now.

There is a guaranteed harvest regardless of drought or flood, and life security is fully guaranteed. What else is there to be dissatisfied about.

However, the soldiers in the barracks still need to train in heavy rain.

Jet, Dick, Aaron, Green, and Kao are leading all the soldiers to go cross-country in the heavy rain.

Each team leader is responsible for his own soldiers. If one person falls behind, the whole team will be punished.

What is tempered is the will and what is trained is the body.

…

Neri found Roman on this rainy day.

He sat on a chair, planning future development on paper with a pencil.

"My Lord, I need to discuss something with you."

Her face was haggard, and she was a little too busy, but her eyes were deep and blue, and her expression was serious.

Neri said, "I think it is necessary to streamline the school."

"Why?"

"My Lord, do you know how many students there are now?"

Without waiting for Roman to answer, Neri said to herself, "2459 people!"

From five to fifteen years old, all the children of this age group were stuffed in by Roman. The current scale can only be said to be very bloated, and it is very difficult to operate, and there is almost no ground.

Neri handed over a list of student names.

Roman immediately understood that Neri came prepared.

He sat up straight and said, "Tell me more."

"What troubles us is not the classroom, not the teacher, not the paper and pencil, but the students themselves!"

Neri said,

"You don't distinguish between good and bad, male and female, and hope to cultivate them into useful talents, but some people don't love learning as much as you think, which is a torture for them."

In short, some people can't learn, no matter how you teach them.

Late, skipping classes, handing in blank exams, all kinds of weird stuff.

Roman fell into deep thought. Learning was anti-human. He naturally knew this.

Even more developed societies cannot solve this problem.

Not to mention the current conditions.

He really hasn't paid much attention to the school. In the past, there were not many students, but now it is in the stage of population explosion, and he has fewer classes now. Sometimes he will go only once every four or five days, and teach for a few hours. Walk.

Don't care about trivial matters at all.

Looking at it now, it can only be said that he made some miscalculations. There were too many things and he didn't think everything through.

Seeing Roman's silence, Nellie felt that he didn't listen.

He has high hopes for those students, whom he sees as the building blocks for his future.

What he believes in will never change.

But she had to convince him.

"Sir, I have not shied away from my responsibilities. I will cultivate saplings and become useful ones, but I cannot make dead trees bloom. Those dead trees take up too many of your resources, and also take up too many of the school's resources. We are both physically and mentally exhausted. , will only ignore the truly good seedlings..." Neli'er said eagerly.

Roman pressed his palms slightly to signal her to calm down.

Nellie is now the acting principal.

She once begged Roman to lend her troops to recapture the Sea Castle and become the new Lord of the Sea Castle.

The sea fort was in ruins, but the emaciated camel was bigger than the horse.

The remaining population of Seafort is still larger than all of Roman's current population.

This is a huge piece of fat, and Roman will help Nellie get it back.

Because he needed Seafort to be his shipbuilding base.

But the condition for Neli's departure was to cultivate a group of literate grassroots students.

This was about Neli's future, and she took it very seriously.

Roman knew that even if Nellie was selfish, she was telling the truth, and he knew it from the bottom of his heart.

"I will be responsible for you, sir! I swear!" She said these last words, and then looked at Roman quietly.

Roman said: "Then what suggestions do you have?"

"Cut them off and supply the nutrients to the real saplings," Nelielle said.

Roman thought for a while, nodded and said: "I agree. For children over 10 years old, you can choose to stay or leave. For children under 10 years old, you can use your discretion and give them more opportunities...the last group of students to enter the school. Don’t be impatient first, and then observe the situation.”

"You are an enlightened lord, but I'm afraid those children don't understand your good intentions." Nellie sighed with relief.

Learning can change your destiny.

She was once reduced to a slave, and was eventually discovered by Roman, who gave her the status of a valet.

But she was asked to manage the school on her behalf, not because of her identity, but more importantly because Roman discovered her talent.

She has a choice for the time being, but do other Seafort slaves have it?

Not even qualified to speak in front of him.

If you don't improve your own value, don't blame others for thinking you are worthless.

…

Nellie worked extremely efficiently. At the end of the rainstorm, she handed Roman a list of six hundred people.

These are the first students to be eliminated.

It can be seen that she has already planned this.

As the acting principal, she shuttles back and forth between the school and the manor every day.

She is extremely smart and diligent enough to basically remember every child's face and name.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest.

The same is true for schools. People who don't adapt have to leave.

They had previously enjoyed too many additional resources that Roman had provided them.