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

"Gweil."

In the noisy environment, Gweil heard someone calling her. The voice was so familiar that she couldn't forget it.

Gweil turned her head and looked.

She saw a haggard woman standing in the crowd and looking at her.

"Mom!"

Gweil waved her slender arms happily at the woman.

Sima Nova saw her eldest daughter's lively appearance, and her face also showed kindness, and nodded slightly to Gweil.

She had nothing to do, but she accidentally saw Gweil's figure shuttling in the crowd, so she called her.

Her daughter was indeed not possessed by the devil.

Otherwise, how could the kind and generous lord bring her out of the mountains and make her a close servant.

This is a great gift and honor.

Since Gweil became the master's close servant, Master More has been very kind to their family. Not only did they wipe out all the debts, but they also gave their family a sheep - the sheep was later sold to Master Roman by her husband for a silver coin.

"This is all thanks to Gweil." Her husband seemed to have changed and said this all day long.

Sima Nova also agreed with this statement.

This is all thanks to Gweil.

Master More is a good man!

The Lord is also a great man!

And her daughter, a promising daughter, can survive in the mountains... It's really... It's great.

Sima Nova touched the corners of her eyes that were a little sore.

She is now a kitchen helper in the big kitchen, cooking for the laborers every day.

And today, because of the celebration, there are more things to do.

Because it is very hard, Deacon Seth brought the little clerk Jimmy and told them that they can eat anything here. After finishing work, they can take away any ten kilograms of food that they haven't finished and bring it home.

Sima Nova picked up a piece of roasted and crispy lamb leg, which was brushed with maltose. She likes to eat sweet food.

The sweet, salty and crispy lamb leg snapped in her mouth.

In the past thirty years, there has never been a day like today... worth remembering for her.

Not only her, but this carnival celebration is destined to become an indelible memory in the hearts of everyone in Sger Town.

Until many years have passed, these old people have passed away, these middle-aged people have grown old, these young people have either started a family or died on the battlefield, and all the children have become the new pillars of society, but they will always remember the noon when Master Roman said that all food would be unlimited and he would drink with them.

...

"Sanna, are you full?" Gweil asked after greeting her mother.

"Burp~ I feel... 70% full..."

Sanna burped.

The taste of food is really good.

"Stop eating. Roman said you'll die of overeating."

"Let me have a beer."

Sanna reached out to grab the cup and was about to scoop a cup of beer from the barrel, but Gweil stopped her immediately.

"You vomited just now. Don't drink now!"

She was unexpectedly serious.

Sanna took her hand back embarrassedly.

It was really uncomfortable just now. She felt that she almost vomited the fish bladder in her body.

"Are you full?"

Gweil asked again. Seeing Sanna nod, she whispered to her: "Come with me to a place to meet a few people."

Seeing Gweil's mysterious look, Sanna couldn't help but become curious.

At Gweil's signal, she stuffed lamb legs, pork elbows, and beef into the cloth bag, and picked up a thick cloth bag of fragrant and soft white bread.

She picked up two empty barrels that were originally filled with maltose, scooped half a bucket of oatmeal porridge into them, and scooped beer into the other bucket.

The two of them left the threshing ground with the food strapped to their backs.

On the way, they met the guards who were on duty - their duty was to prevent farmers from stealing food.

Originally, Roman planned to let everyone take away the leftovers.

But how to divide it was a problem. This was a huge fortune, and even the leftovers were worth several gold coins.

Let them distribute it themselves? Something big would happen, and it was normal to kill people during the fight.

Roman had to forbid them to take it out privately.

Of course, the guards would not search them.

If they were able to avoid being discovered, the guards would not pursue them specifically.

This was an unspoken rule, and the cunning and stupid farmers must have understood this.

However, when the guards saw the two bulging cloth bags carried by Gweiler and the two small wooden barrels held by Sana...

The corners of their mouths twitched slightly.

"Miss Gweiler..."

She immediately said, "This is what Master Roman asked me to deliver to the Origin Manor!"

There were no people in the master's manor for a long time.

There were some slaves on duty in the barn, but are you going to feed the pigs?

The two guards did not stop him.

"Don't tell Master Roman..." Gweil added, and then she realized that her lie had been exposed.

One of the guards said helplessly: "Miss Gweil, do you want my help?"

Gweil carried two cloth bags, sneaking like a thief, shaking her head like a rattle.

"Maybe you don't have any impression of me, but I used to be a hunter." The guard added.

Gweil was slightly stunned, took a look, and found that he was indeed familiar.

"Captain Dota told me in advance, can you drive?" The guard pulled over a bullock cart.

"I can!" Sana volunteered.

"Miss Gweil, be careful, I hope you have a safe journey."

Gweil and Sana put the things on the cart and drove the bullock cart towards the deep mountains.

They parked the bullock cart at the foot of the mountain, tied the rope to a tree, and then carried the things up the mountain step by step.

"So tired! Who are you going to see?"

Just halfway through, Sana began to complain.

The things she carried were much heavier than Gweil, as much as thirty or forty kilograms, and going up the mountain was a huge burden for her.

Gweil bit her lip and whispered, "The person who helped me."

She was quite familiar with the path up the mountain.

At this time, there was a rustling sound from the bushes next to her, as if some large beast was moving.

Sana was startled, and then heard a word coming from there.

"I didn't help you much, Gweiler. You saved yourself."

A figure walked out of the dense bushes.

He had handsome features, his beard hadn't been trimmed for a long time, his expression was full of vicissitudes, and his shabby outfit was full of stories.

"Uncle Dick." Gweiler's little hand loosened, the bag fell to the ground, she ran towards him, and then hugged Dick tightly.

Dick sighed: "Gweiler, we said you shouldn't come here. You are now Roman Lick Armor's attendant, and it is not suitable for you to meet us."

"Roman won't be angry." Gweiler whispered.

"It would be better if you also went down the mountain."

Dick shook his head and said: "We will cause trouble for him."