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

Roman racked his brains to increase food production in order to feed more people.

One million kilograms of food sounds like a lot, but the population of Origin City is nearly 50,000.

It was consumed in less than a month!

Any food production is cyclical.

Even vegetables, no matter how fast they grow, need 20 to 30 days to grow, and they can't fill the stomach, so they can only be used as side dishes.

This is why Roman didn't dare to buy slaves.

Otherwise, he could just pull out a million arrows and exchange 100,000 slaves with Alex.

The Black Iron Land is the strongest and most prosperous land kingdom of the Seven Kingdoms.

The Conquerors occupied the richest central valley of the entire land.

Roman believes that the Black Iron Land has at least tens of millions of people - at least.

Ten million or twenty million are possible.

These 100,000 people are not even one percent of the Black Iron Land.

Of course, other kingdoms don't have that many people.

For example, the Kingdom of Iceland has a population of three million at most.

So in the war with the pirates, the King of Iceland is the auxiliary teammate of the Duke of Split Armor.

The pirates are now fighting a full-scale invasion war.

The entire north is in chaos. The pirates not only invaded the Black Iron, but also looted Iceland.

Roman is not picky about meat and vegetables, men, women, old and young, so a hundred thousand people are just a drop in the bucket for the pirates.

But the pirates have a million arrows, which is equivalent to borrowing arrows from straw boats ten times.

Relying on powerful long-range firepower, they estimate that they can swallow up one-fifth of the Black Iron Land in one fell swoop.

The broken archers of Split Armor are nothing in front of a million arrows!

Roman is not saying that he can't give it.

Casting arrowheads, arrow shaft correction, pedal lathe, factory-style management, once the full capacity is burst, the output will make everyone dumbfounded.

But he can't feed so many people.

To put it bluntly.

The problem of mankind is the problem of food!

But Roman looked at Gweiler's pale face, and then looked at the experimental field of only one acre...

The consumption of blessing plants is extremely small.

But the scope is too large, not to mention blessing five times.

Alas...

There is a long way to go.

However, Roman will keep seeds from all these experimental fields.

This batch of rice that has received Gweiler's blessing and mutated into excellent traits will become the seeds of rice next year.

Next year, new seeds will be blessed again.

In other words, Gweiler is not the rice princess, but the real mother of rice.

In the future, everyone in the entire Origin City will have to kowtow to her.

"Thank you for your hard work." Roman said.

Gweiler regained some strength, wrapped her arms around Roman's shoulders, and pressed her cheek against his. She said, "Roman, I'm glad I can help you."

"Well, everything is for me." He kissed Gweiler's eyebrows and made her giggle.

"I'll have new strength after I have a good sleep." She smiled, her eyes were too tired to open, and she fell asleep with a satisfied and happy expression.

Roman took Gweil back to the manor and met Shasta.

"She is exhausted." Shasta saw her condition at a glance.

"Because I need her." Roman said, "Is there any way for the Witch Forest to help her?"

"Lyanna's potion can only be taken once! Otherwise she will die."

"I'm asking you if you have any way to reduce her burden, not for you to say these inexplicable things."

Gweil carried sapphires and amber stones, the former increased her magic power, and the latter enhanced her wisdom.

But the effect was not obvious, at most it played an auxiliary role.

Shasta frowned and thought, "I remember that the Witch Forest has a talent spell for auxiliary witches that can enhance the magic power of companions-but she is not even a mid-level witch."

In the heyday of the Witch Forest, there were nearly a thousand witches-half of them were mid-level witches.

Witches of this level can match the third, fourth and fifth level fighting knights.

This is the power accumulated by the Witch Forest over a long period of time.

The prophet witch has the ability to stimulate the hidden potential of witches.

After her hands, the power of witches usually sees a significant leap.

But witches rarely gather together, but live in various strongholds.

Shasta, a witch who grew up in the Witch Forest since childhood, can't recognize all people.

When Gale encircled and suppressed witches, their living space was compressed. After the battle in the Holy City, the witches suffered heavy casualties and lost all their strongholds. They could only flee to Cangyue.

"Can you call her over?" Roman said.

"I can ask." Shasta said bluntly, "But I have to tell you that witches have limits. Even if you help her, you will only make her more tired. The more you help, the more tired she will be."

Roman frowned, "This is not something you should worry about!"

"I don't worry, but I care that overdrawing strength will make her weak in advance."

Roman has learned during this period that witches also have a weak period, or an aging period.

They have a long life span, and high-level witches can live for hundreds of years.

But long-term overdraft of power...

They are defeated not by time, but by the body.

The body and soul of a witch have their limits.

Roman can't expect Gweil to bless hundreds of acres of paddy fields in a day.

Humans are not machines, so how can they be machines for exploitation?

If you feel tired, you should sleep.

It is normal to not wake up after being overly tired.

Seeing him in deep thought, Shasta thought he was also worried about Gweiler's health, and his cold voice became soft, "My teacher, the Thunder Witch, died like that... She drank the potion to prove our innocence, and in the end, nothing was left."

"Hmph, foolish act."

"You!" Shasta's eyebrows were raised.

Roman didn't bother to pay attention to her, handed the sleeping Gweiler to her, and turned away.

She stared at his back, wanting to punch him, and then looked at Gweiler in her arms, gnashing her teeth and going back to her room.

...

Roman wanted Gweiler to bless 50 acres of rice fields this year.

He was originally going to bless 100 acres.

But considering that she couldn't be used to death.

So her workload was halved.

Such a useful witch needs to be used for many years, and it would be better to use her for hundreds of years, which would be very comfortable.

The yield per mu of these experimental fields should be 300 kilograms.

In this way, he would have 15,000 kilograms of rice seeds, which could theoretically meet the rice seed needs of 2,000 mu of rice fields next year.

However, those excellent individuals that mutated temporarily could only be planted once at most, and then their characteristics would degenerate rapidly.

This was originally the miracle brought by Gweil.

Miracles cannot be spread or sustained.

This is why Roman thinks it is very uneconomical to bless babies.

Her blessing is effective, but the effect will dissipate, and she will have to bless again in the future.

After all, the growth period of humans is more than ten years, and it is often unrealistic to expect a blessing to last that long.

Rice seeds are different, and they can be harvested in four or five months.

He thought about it and looked for other ways to increase food production.

Farming is the top priority.

He looked at the system interface and the huge basin, his ambition was smoldering, and he wanted to turn it into the shape he wanted.

But this is not something that can be done overnight.

Roman looked at the weather forecast of [Story of Life].

Heavy rain is coming!