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

Today is Roman's 52nd day in Sige Town.

Roman didn't expect that it would take him nearly half a month just to build the livestock shed.

This was after the road was repaired, and with the labor support of the road construction team, it was still not completed ahead of schedule.

The final thatching work was only carried out today.

But no matter what, it finally took shape.

The farmers in Sige Town saw such a huge building taking shape with their own eyes. They had little knowledge and could not comment on it. They just felt a certain shock.

Because it is so big, it is more than ten times more luxurious than Mr. Moore's residence.

But in Roman's eyes, this is just a simple livestock shed, which will be expanded in the future. He plans to turn this place into a breeding farm with a breeding scale of tens of thousands.

By then, it will only be more spectacular.

That is on this day.

Roman got the news that another businessman came to Sige Town.

The Buro River has a long origin and is divided by the terrain.

One of them flows through Yinlong Canyon, passes through Sige Town, and goes north.

But most businessmen wouldn't take the risk and come to Sig Town.

Instead, they will choose the second route, bypassing the Silver Dragon Canyon, entering Pearl Harbor from above the Kant Territory, where trade flourishes.

It has been almost two months since Roman came to Sige Town, and only the occasional small businessman would pass by here.

The scale of their trade was extremely small. They only had one small merchant ship, and the goods on board were only linen, beer, cheese, etc., so they were unable to conduct large-scale trade.

Today's businessman is different. He is Daken who was previously entrusted by Roman to acquire slaves.

Roman didn't treat Daken like he was going to the dock to meet Morey, but asked him to come directly to him.

Soon, Roman saw Daken leading a large number of people in front of the livestock shed.

Those people had unkempt hair, rags, and filthy clothes. They were trembling when walking and unsteady on their feet. They looked very much like a scene of a beggar gang going out to fight.

Daken was a little unsure, so he came to Roman and said:

"Honorable lord, do you still remember the agreement we made a month ago? I brought the slaves you need here."

Roman tilted his head and looked at the group of beggar gang members, and he asked doubtfully: "Slaves? Refugees?"

Aren't refugees just slaves... Daken really wanted to say this.

But he knew Roman's subtext.

The young nobleman was somewhat dissatisfied with the quality of this batch of slaves.

Generally speaking, before selling slaves, slave traders would give them a bath, a full meal, and preferably some ale.

In this way, the slaves' faces will be much rosier, and at least they will look good.

A slave that was originally worth only 1 silver coin might be sold for 1.2 silver coins or 1.5 silver coins because of this small detail.

But he is doing population wholesale!

It's a bit unrealistic to clean up all the slaves. We don't have the time and energy.

This process will also consume the slave's physical strength. Once he catches cold, it is normal for a few to die.

So Daken tried his best to explain: "This is already the best and most abundant product I can find. Although they look a little weak, if they take good care of their bodies, they are no worse than anyone else. There are many strong men... "

Daken hopes to convince Roman to accept these slaves.

This is related to how much money he will get next.

Roman just ignored those words.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the slaves behind Daken.

Everyone has disheveled hair and a slovenly appearance, which can only be roughly observed through their height and body shape.

Adult male slaves account for one-fifth of the total.

This group walks the fastest, so they stand relatively forward.

The women and other groups at the back are more complicated. Nearly half of them have white hair and have a rather exotic style.

There was a large area of ​​black hair, and she was thin and thin. It was difficult to tell the gender and age, but it was true that she was very short. Roman even saw a white-haired woman holding a baby. She didn't know whether she was weak or hungry. Her legs were straight. I was trembling, but I didn't dare to sit down and rest. I was afraid that I would be thrown out as a defective product.

Roman frowned, why is there even a baby?

Could this guy be a slave bought from a mercenary group or pirates?

They were said to be mercenaries, but in reality they were bandits. It was common for them to burn, kill, loot, and burn down a village and sell all the living people to slave traders who had been contacted in advance.

For those thugs, this is just a way to make some extra money, and the price is nothing more than killing fewer people.

Roman looked at Daken and asked, "How did they get here?"

Seeing that Roman's words were calm but his eyes were serious, Daken could only reply: "I bought it from a slave trader."

"How many people are there in total?"

Daken kept his treasures in mind: "When I bought it, there were 197 people, and now there are only 188 people."

Nine people died during transportation.

These slaves are in poor physical condition and cannot withstand violent jolts.

Daken originally planned to only select strong male slaves to earn some hard money, but he couldn't help but was persuaded by the slave merchant.

He had previously talked with Roman and heard that the young lord seemed to be in short supply of slaves, so he bought them all with the intention of giving them a try.

These nearly two hundred slaves are not expensive at all, less than 10 gold coins.

On average, a slave only had four or five copper coins.

But he regretted more and more on the way here. If Roman didn't agree with these inferior products, then he might not be able to get the other 10 gold coins.

From his perspective, less than half of these slaves were qualified, and the rest were old, weak, women and children, and some female slaves were holding babies with their families.

Even if Roman chopped off all those babies in anger and kicked the bodies into the river, it would be normal.

However, Daken saw that there was no joy or anger on the face of the young lord.

Roman raised his chin and asked lightly: "Where are they from?"

"Some are winter people, some are plateau people..."

Daken asked the slave trader.

The Kingdom of Winter is located in the north of the Black Iron Kingdom. Its territory covers most of the northern land and is extremely vast.

The winter nights in that land are cold and long, the summer is warm but short, and the spring and autumn are fleeting.

The bitter cold land also gave birth to the tenacious and tough white-haired Winter People.

These Winter People in front of us are refugees. With nowhere to go, they voluntarily become slaves and rely on slave traders to find a place to live.

Even though their prices were so low that they could be purchased with a few copper coins, no one was interested.

The Plateau Kingdom was located in the eastern plateau.

Most of the adult men among the slaves were plateau people. Their hometowns were invaded by barbarians, and they were sold to slave traders by barbarians, and then came to the Black Iron Kingdom.

These plateau men could have been sold for 1 silver coin.

But they were sold to Daken by the slave trader.

Some good rice was mixed into a pile of rotten rice, and finally sold at a price that both parties could barely accept.