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

Damon was anxious at that time, "My lord, this is no child's play!"

He said, "You have become a king of a generation, and there are not many people who match your status. The pearl of the conqueror family is your best choice now. Do you know how much their dowry is? They are the only ones who are worthy of you. Otherwise, you will not be able to marry Queen Cang Yue in the future - please forgive me for my offense."

Roman stood up and said, "If that's why you came here, Lord Damon, you can go back now, I'm too lazy to see you off."

The black iron minister was dumbfounded.

The King of the River Valley didn't even want to bargain, so he just wanted to drive him away.

He violated the rules of heaven, right?

Of course he refused to leave.

Supplies need to be replenished, and people and horses need to rest.

The Black Iron King did not pay them travel expenses, but their motorcade hung the flag of the Black Iron Throne. Everywhere they went, they were entertained by local nobles, who bought them various supplies and received the highest standards of treatment - those The nobles brought out their best things to entertain.

Don't underestimate these things.

A convoy of nearly a hundred people was eaten and chewed.

A round trip cannot be made without at least a thousand gold coins.

Not to mention stationed in Fengrao City, even if they were just passing through Fengrao City, if Roman wanted to entertain them, a banquet would cost dozens of gold coins.

Preserved fruits, bread, meat, cakes, wine, these are the most common ones.

If you were a relatively poor noble, even if you went hunting, you would still have to catch a few game animals to roast and eat for the envoys.

But Roman was not used to their bad habits at all.

Forget about the party.

The costs incurred by other nobles in purchasing supplies and hosting banquets will eventually be borne by the lower-level farmers.

There are all poor people here, and even if you squeeze them to death, you won't be able to squeeze out two ounces of oil, and you can squeeze them out!

But the guys in front of him didn't plow the land for him, so why should he provide for them?

These guys will eat whatever he eats, and don't think about extravagance.

You can live anywhere, either crowded in a castle or sleeping in the wild.

Daemon was very embarrassed. In peacetime, this disrespectful act alone would have been enough for the Dark Iron King to send troops to attack - he actually dared to disrespect the king's envoy - some medieval wars were based on this trivial matter. Caused by shit.

But now is a special period, so I can only identify it by pinching my nose.

Damon was left out, so he simply stayed in the carriage and the servants he brought set up their own tents.

Even so, Roman still felt angry.

What the hell, just because of this, he actually delayed his work for a whole day.

He can plan at least 3,000 acres of arable land today!

angry!

Court, marriage, politics, situation...

don't know!

I really don’t understand anything!

Roman just wants to cultivate the land for a few years and then kill them with one punch. Is it so difficult to do something these days?

Feeling wronged, uncomfortable, wanting to cry...

…

The night is dark.

The candles in the castle were burning, illuminating the dark rooms.

"Shasta, in this era of war and chaos, you are the only one who can comfort me." Roman said.

It was really comforting to have him confirm it himself.

She said softly: "Your Highness, the Black Iron Envoy will still talk to you tomorrow."

"I will go farming with you tomorrow. I don't want to say anything more to him."

"Being married to the Conqueror family is a very good thing for you. The heritage of that ancient family is very deep... very special."

Those were the descendants of Ionos after all.

A family established by the conqueror himself. There are countless legends and miracles about that conqueror in this land.

Even more than a hundred years later, many people still remember him and think that he will return from the sea of ​​​​underworld sooner or later.

This is the power of faith. The lower class people are and the more they have experienced suffering, the more they believe in this.

He will come out to save all this and save his suffering people.

"I don't want a wife, no one is worthy of me, no one," he said.

"Well, you must have a wife...you need a prince."

"I don't want that thing. I am your monarch now and I will be your monarch forever. I don't need an heir. I am afraid that he is stupid. A stupid person is not qualified to inherit my position. Why? Just because he is my heir? ? Then I have to tell you, he is not qualified. No one in the past, present or future can, only me!"

"So you don't need a wife?" Shasta suddenly felt a little disappointed.

She is actually very rational, but humans cannot control those emotions that suddenly arise.

"Do you have any fantasies that you shouldn't have?" Roman looked at her bright eyes alertly.

"I'm just here to help you solve your problem." She said coldly.

"That problem has not been resolved."

"oh."

"..."

"..."

"Shasta..."

"What's wrong? Your Highness."

"I don't have a wife, but we can be together. I treat you all as the closest people..." he said.

She was startled, and rosy color began to appear on her cold and fair face.

"I...I know..."

She seemed a little embarrassed.

…

The night passed.

As expected, the Dark Iron Minister came to visit Roman again.

He had to convince Roman to accept the marriage no matter what, and the stakes were high.

In this wave, cooperation will benefit both sides, and division will cause two harms.

But when he arrived at the castle, he saw Roman riding a horse out of the castle gate in a hunting suit that was easy for movement, followed by two witches.

"Hey! Lord Roman!" He trotted over to meet him, and saw Roman waving to him, telling him to stay away and stay out of the way, and left on horseback without looking back.

Damon's face turned green.

Even the Black Iron King couldn't despise him like this.

With the help of his slaves, he managed to get on a docile little mare.

God knows he hasn't ridden a horse in many years.

Damon felt like cursing.

It took him a long time to catch up. The fields were full of farmers who came to cultivate the fields.

The further Damon moved forward, the more stunned he was by the scenes he saw. Finally, he saw Roman picking up a clod of soil in an uncultivated and barren land, crushing it into crumbs, and then taking a piece of dirt from the white horse beside him. Flag, planted on the ground.

"What are you doing?"

Roman glanced at him and said, "Define the territory."

“What do you draw boundaries for?”

Roman looked at him as if he were a fool: "Farming."

But Damon doesn't care who Roman is going to rent this land to, he just needs to pay the land tax.

He finally got a patient response from Roman, and then asked: "I don't know much about farming, but I have never seen you farm like this, and I have never seen such a plow. I saw those people planting A special kind of soil is buried in the ground, what is it doing?”

Roman said: "Plowing deeply first and then fertilizing can greatly increase food production."