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

Every summer, there will be heavy rains here.

But this is a good thing.

If there is no rain in summer, but a lot of rain in winter, and the rain and heat are not in the same period, that would be a headache for Roman, and the yield of whatever he planted would not be high.

According to Moore, the heavy rains in previous years only lasted for one or two days intermittently.

There were only two heavy rains last year.

This is even better.

It brings enough water without destroying the crops.

Roman stood in front of the manor hall, staring at the dark clouds and storms in the sky, and the big raindrops fell cracklingly.

It's raining heavily!

Roman was inexplicably uneasy.

Because tomorrow will also be a heavy rain.

He spent several months developing the swamp, but only reclaimed hundreds of acres of land. Most of the labor was used to build a good drainage system to deal with heavy rain.

It should be fine!

Roman said this in his heart.

He was different from the past. In the past, he would pace back and forth because of heavy rain, and he was a little worried.

But now that the Origin City has a foundation, a rainstorm should not be taken seriously by him, as it cannot shake his foundation.

To be on the safe side.

Roman put on a straw raincoat and went to the paddy field to check the situation.

Countless raindrops hit the stagnant water, stirring up thick water vapor, and visibility was extremely low.

Roman saw the Ministry of Agriculture leading people to drain water in the rain from a distance.

He once took the steward of the Ministry of Agriculture to teach the rice planting method tirelessly, and used the power of sapphire to instill relevant knowledge, so he understood it at once.

But the rest of the people were planting rice for the first time.

They had never heard of it before, so how could they know how to plant this thing? They could only listen to the instructions of the stewards and work.

The master spent a lot of effort to plant rice, saying that the yield of rice in the future would be higher than that of wheat.

So no one raised any questions, and they were all secretly looking forward to it.

The master is always right.

"Master, why are you here?" Agricultural officer Mor came to meet Roman wearing a straw raincoat.

"Check the situation."

"Don't worry, we will stay here until the rain stops, and there will be no loss of crops in the field..." Mor rubbed his hands and flattered.

"Drainage work must be done well." Roman ordered.

Mor always took his words seriously. He wiped the rain off his forehead and followed him for a long time.

Roman returned only after he made sure everything was fine.

He had a day off today.

In the afternoon, the rain stopped.

In the evening, it started to rain again.

Roman didn't hate rain, but he hated that he couldn't do anything.

He fell asleep listening to the sound of rain outside the window, hoping that this heavy rain would pass quickly.

...

I don't know how long it took, but the sound of rain outside was still pattering.

Roman woke up from his dream.

His biological clock was very regular, and he usually got up at five o'clock.

The first thing he did when he woke up every day was to check the weather for tomorrow, so that he could arrange the labor tasks in Origin City.

Then, Roman's pupils shrank suddenly, and the remaining sleepiness disappeared without a trace in an instant.

He jumped out of the bed.

He took his clothes in the dark room, rushed out of the room, and put them on while walking.

"Seth!!"

Roman's voice startled half of the manor.

Soon, many maids and servants woke up.

The old deacon Seth appeared in front of Roman very quickly, his gray hair was rarely messy, and he was not combed carefully.

He was obviously awakened.

"Master, what's wrong?"

"There may be a flood! Follow me to find people to fight the flood!" Roman said.

...

Twenty minutes later.

Several horses rushed out of the manor, ran to various places, and issued a call to action throughout the Origin City.

It should have been dawn, but the sky was still in chaos.

The originally drizzling rain gradually became heavier.

For the various settlements in the Origin City, now is the most leisurely time.

They didn't receive the notice to resume work, so they didn't have to worry about anything.

But when the sound of hurried horse hooves came from the stone road, the heavy rain could not cover the swift figure passing by.

Like some kind of signal, it quickly awakened one settlement after another.

Then one person after another walked out of the settlement.

...

Two hours later.

Hundreds of laborers were assembled.

And more people came later.

Most people looked confused and couldn't figure out what was going on. There was a lot of noise all around.

Each settlement was a small village with an agent similar to the village chief. He had no real power, but was paid. His main role was to assist in public management. He was usually a strong or respected person.

Roman summoned the administrative officials and told them about the current situation. It was not complicated and easy to understand.

The administrative staff told the village chiefs of each settlement about the situation.

And the district chiefs of those settlements began to explain the situation to the farmers.

It was passed down layer by layer and soon everyone was notified.

Farmers braved the rain to hear the disturbing news, with different expressions, confusion, surprise, suspicion, fear, anxiety, lamentation...

But they didn't have time to think so much.

...

Things are different now.

In the past, there were less than 2,000 people in Sige Town, guarding 10,000 acres of farmland. If there was a heavy rainstorm, the farmland would be flooded.

Besides, the reduction in production would not be too serious.

The accumulated water would disappear in no time.

They gritted their teeth and tightened their stomachs, and they would get through it.

In the first two years, Roman didn't take the heavy rain seriously.

Although he wanted to build water conservancy, he had to do everything step by step.

In the past, the cultivated area was small, only 10,000 to 20,000 mu. According to past experience, heavy rain should not pose a big threat to him.

This year, the effective cultivated land area of ​​Origin City has doubled.

Although the total area is only 30,000 to 40,000 mu, the rainstorm came more violently.

Roman was like a cat with its fur blown up.

In the face of natural disasters, poor organization, poor tools, and no water control methods are equivalent to no response measures.

For such a backward social organization, even if the rainstorm makes you strong, you have to endure it.

But can Roman bear this?

To control local disasters, you need a strong regime, sufficient organizational power, and a ruler that everyone is willing to believe in.

This disaster must be blocked!

...

In the morning.

The rain was a little weaker, but it was still raining.

Seven thousand idle laborers each received a piece of bread and hot porridge at the big kitchen.

No one saved it and swallowed it directly in the rain to prevent the whole wheat bread from being soaked into mush by the rain.

After eating.

They carried shovels and hoes and formed a long dragon.

They were going to dig a canal to release the flood.

Although the water level downstream had risen significantly after the rain yesterday and last night. But they didn't even see the shadow of the flood.

But the master said so.

They could only do it with doubt.

The master is always right.

More importantly, there is no joke in agricultural production.

Even if it is fake, it must be treated as real.

Roman was not sure whether there was a real flood.

But it is always good to prepare for a rainy day.

Now food security is too important for Origin City.

Once there is a real flood, not to mention all the arable land, even if a quarter of the arable land is flooded, the consequences are unbearable.

He can't afford the gamble.

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