Roman is rushing to plant.

This year's spring ploughing started earlier than in previous years.

But there is no way, he doesn't have much time.

Fortunately, the task of this spring ploughing is not heavy.

Because more than 20,000 mu of good land are planted with winter wheat. Another 7,000 mu are also planted with vegetables that can survive the winter.

It's not time to harvest yet.

The remaining 10,000 mu were planted with forage grass last year, but it was just extensive planting and was never taken care of seriously.

After all, there are always some places in such a vast land that are not suitable for farming.

Roman's pasture is chosen in such places that are not suitable for planting.

Those stones, tree roots, and earth clods buried deep underground have never been cleaned up. At most, they have been plowed again to loosen the soil.

In other words, forage grass does not require a high environment.

If it were those staple foods, you would have been taught a lesson long ago.

But it can't always be like this.

Coincidentally, the labor force sent to build the gold mine base has also returned, and the construction team and the quarry can also recover manpower.

Let's grow forage grass together.

The previous yield was still too low. If we can put more effort and increase the yield per mu to 2,000 kilograms, it will be a great thing for the breeding industry.

Most of this land is arable land, and there is no grassland for large-scale grazing.

Once it is grazed, the scene is simply unbearable to watch.

At this stage, it is better to keep it in a pen, grow meat quickly, and provide enough forage.

The growth cycle of eight or nine months can be reduced to six months before slaughter.

This time, Roman selected high-quality forage grass such as alfalfa, ryegrass, antler grass, and sweet clover.

First, sift the seeds with salt water, then deep plow and harrow the land, pick up stones, knock the soil, and fertilize and spread.

These steps are complicated, but for farmers, they are relatively simple.

The farmers in Origin City have gradually adapted to this way of working. They do it spontaneously without being told, and they work very hard.

Because the yield has increased visibly!

Even if it is a wasteland, it can harvest hundreds of kilograms of grain. It is simply a miracle... No, this is clearly a miracle brought by the master!

They don't understand science and their thoughts are ignorant.

Their farming experience depends entirely on word of mouth from their ancestors - but their ancestors are obviously also fools.

You tell them the advantages of deep plowing and the principles of fertilization, and chew up the knowledge of farming and feed them to them, they will only praise the master's saliva for being delicious.

All the useful knowledge flew away like a cooked duck.

Don't overestimate them!

You can't count on them at all!

Once the ideas are deeply rooted, there is no possibility of transformation.

They only understand a few key points.

The new farming technology is awesome!

As for why it is awesome?

Of course, the lord who brought the new technology is even more awesome!

Once it is related to the authority of the nobles, everything becomes acceptable.

Technology? What technology?

It is clearly a blessing from the master!

Damn! Without the master, how could we have this production capacity?

Once we lose the master, won't we return to the hard days of the past?

Barro and the cadres of the Ministry of Agriculture who can accept new technologies have tried their best to persuade them, but they couldn't change this idea. Instead, they fell into it.

Yes! I have figured out the farming technology. It is really that simple.

But why didn't anyone discover it before?

Why?

This explanation doesn't make sense!

Sure enough, all these changes were brought by the lord!

It's not that the lord discovered the knowledge that should have existed, but that the knowledge was born because of the lord.

Its logic is similar to-

Why can we stand on the ground? Roman answered that it was gravity, and the farmers suddenly realized that it was the lord who created gravity and sucked us to the ground!

Roman naturally knew about these things.

But he never paid attention to it.

Each generation has its own thoughts.

Roman simply called them idiots.

But that can only be regarded as describing the facts.

There is nothing to ridicule about them.

Because they are in it.

The soil of the times gave birth to their thoughts.

The times and the soil together shaped their unbearable and fragile thoughts.

Those thoughts seem magical and bizarre, but in fact they have their own internal logic.

How can beautiful flowers bloom in such soil?

He chose to leave everything to time.

Improve the times.

Improve the soil.

As long as he moves forward, Roman believes that history will eventually give him a clean slate.

But now he should just farm honestly.

Pasture grass also has the ability to improve the soil.

There is strength in numbers. A total of 4,000 people took half a month to sow 5,000 acres of land.

It was at this time.

Roman's scouts outside sent news.

The anti-rebellion army of the Grand Duke of Liejia is here.

There are so many people, all over the mountains and plains... no less than 10,000 people!

After Roman learned the news, he immediately stopped most of the production.

Don't farm.

All the idle male laborers will do military chores.

Carrying supplies and preparing for war!

This time Roman is not going to be a coward. He had to do it last year.

This year is fine. After all, it is difficult to supply logistics for a large army. Even if Roman drags it out, he can still drag down the 10,000-man army.

But it is really unnecessary and will delay development.

I'll punch you in the face!

So that you know!

What!

TMD!

Yell!

Degrade! Dimension! Hit! Strike!

On the third day after the news came, Roman had already prepared all the military mobilization.

Or rather, they had been prepared for a long time.

It was a waste of time just to transport supplies.

Roman looked at the dark mass of heads.

He waved his fist and roared: "All troops attack! Crush them!!"

"Ohhhhh!!!" One call and a hundred responses.

...

Because there are too many troops and servants.

As for crossing the river alone, it took two days.

But this did not affect morale.

The soldiers were high-spirited, and the servants were also holding back their anger.

If it weren't for this war, they would still be eating three meals a day comfortably and working hard in the fields.

Could you imagine such a wonderful day in the past?

Dare to think?

Now it's all destroyed!

Once Master Roman is gone, how can they live in the future!

It's simply life-threatening!

The servants can only hope that Master Roman will win the battle and drive them back to farm as soon as possible.

Roman raised the thorn iron ring flag of the King of the Valley and sent out his troops.

The army that came to attack Roman also raised different flags.

This shows that this anti-rebellion army is not entirely composed of the Split Armor army.

Even Gale himself did not come.

Because he had to stay in the northern battlefield and had no time to split himself, compared with the rebellious son, the invasion of the Arctic pirates was a greater threat.

Gale still knew which was more important.

Roman's rebellion was just rebellion, which shook the majesty of the Grand Duke of Split Armor.

But if the northern front was lost, the pirates would march straight in and threaten the safety of the Grand Duke of Split Armor, the heartland of the Black Iron Kingdom.

Gale personally suppressed the rebels, but turned around and exposed his hometown to the pirates' butcher knife, which would be a lot of fun.

So he could only send part of the troops to suppress it.

And he couldn't send troops alone.

If the troops sent were too small, it would be useless to Roman, and he would only be killed, so it would be better not to go.

But once the decision is made to suppress them, we must fight them to death.

We cannot give Roman a chance to make a comeback!

The more than 10,000 anti-rebel troops are:

About 2,000 soldiers from the Split Armor Family.

3,000 mercenaries from the Mud Swamp.

The Knights of Judgment, nuns from the monastery, priests from the church, and 5,000 believers recruited temporarily.

Finally, there are about 1,000 people from Bechts.

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