Regarding Dakang's questioning, Luo Ming also gave a reasonable reason: within three years, he would go to open up the wilderness.

The new territory naturally needs to be managed by manpower, and instead of recruiting people on an ad hoc basis, it is better to train a group of personnel in advance and be ready to take office at any time.

As for within three years, the money sponsored by Archmage Gandhi to Luo Ming is enough for him to spend for a long time, and no matter how bad it is, Luo Ming has some other ways to make money.

And, it won't be long before this year's wheat can be harvested...... On the one hand, there is newly cultivated land, and on the other hand, there is also an increase in the production of cooked land, so at least for the time being, there is no need to worry about the problem of food.

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Wielding his scythe, Luo Ming personally cut off the last few ears of wheat and placed them on a huge scale.

The steward carefully added weights to another section of the scale, leveled the scale, and read out a number.

Dakang wrote down this number on the cloth in his hand, and it took about a second to calculate the result.

Luo Ming put the sickle aside, glanced at the result, and then sank into the dantian, and said loudly in a proud tone: "Two hundred and twenty-three catties!"

With the help of qigong, his voice was like a small rolling thunder, which could be heard clearly even from a distance of more than ten meters.

And the hundreds of peasants around erupted into a thunderous roar that even Luo Ming's voice could suppress!

"God forbid!"

"Thank you to our great and merciful host!"

"Grandpa, your grandson can eat white bread!"

The chaos didn't last long, and people knelt down one after another, guided by several voices, and their voices all became one.

"May the gods bless our lord with a long and healthy life, and thank him for the good days he has brought us!"

This voice came like a tidal wave, and it can be said that there was no essential difference from the previous Brandon religious ceremony, but only the difference in scale.

Luo Ming could feel that the power of his sword soul had skyrocketed by fifty percent in an instant, and it continued to rise.

Even Luo Ming's followers showed some expressions of surprise and fear.

Among these peasants, there are definitely many people who already regard Luo Ming as a saint sent by the gods, and even if Luo Ming is promoting any heretical beliefs now, I am afraid that some people will sincerely convert.

Of course, Luo Ming is a hero against cultists, and it is impossible to do that kind of thing, but such popular sentiment is terrifying enough.

The average yield per mu in this era was a little more than 100 catties, although there were spells and the like that could help increase production, but there were no mages to find in such a small place, and they couldn't afford to use spells.

Although Luo Ming picked the best acre of wheat land to harvest this time, it is still very appalling that the yield has increased so much.

Of course, Luo Ming, as a lord, could take the bulk of the grain, but even so, it almost doubled the amount of grain that the peasants could get themselves.

Those who often don't have enough can eat more than a dozen meals a month, and those who were originally okay can now try white bread or a small piece of meat once to have a luxury!

Being able to eat enough is enough to drive the hungry to life and death! In the ancient days of the Celestial Empire, when there was a famine, careerists with food in their hands could easily gather an army of tens of thousands of people, and they would dare to attack the city for a bite to eat—that was a matter of a hundred deaths!

Even in these years, when many pastors are preaching, they only talk about the kingdom of God, but they only say "all-you-can-eat."

Naturally, Schönbrunn is not as good as the Kingdom of God, but if there is such a harvest every year, it must be the favor of the gods!

After the peasants had gone back to harvest their wheat fields, Luo Ming turned around and said to an old mage with a wrinkled face and a scruffy beard, "How is it, are you convinced now?"

The old mage smiled bitterly: "Obey, serve...... Old man, no, it will take five days to spend the equivalent of one gold coin of spell consumables to achieve the same effect. ”

Dakang handed over a pact of allegiance, and the old mage did not hesitate to sign his great name, Farmor Hot.

Although Farmore was not a genius, he was once expected by his division because of his dedication.

However, he was stimulated by the hard work of the peasants once, and since then he has been immersed in the study of agricultural magic, but has neglected his own cultivation.

Now at the age of forty-three, he is only an outer ring mage, and he looks like he is in his fifties due to his years of fatigue.

However, most of the agricultural magic of this era was limited to overdrawing the nutrients of the earth, or simply preventing insects and diseases.

It's expensive, and it's not too efficient.

In addition to the magic of general pest and disease prevention, the magic of forcibly increasing production only came in handy when the nobles had special needs - such as urgently collecting a batch of military rations, and in doing so, at the cost of a sharp decrease in production the following year.

For ordinary farmers, there is absolutely no benefit.

Even the goddess of agriculture has basically not gone beyond this category, although she can make a certain piece of land harvest without any side effects, but she must also pay a lot of divine power in exchange.

Famore has spent more than twenty years researching to change the situation, but has achieved little other than a few minor improvements to agricultural magic, and he has exhausted his family's wealth.

Sometimes, a right direction of research is more effective than decades of painstaking research.

Luo Ming pointed him in the right direction—so he wouldn't frown even if he sold his soul.

Luo Ming couldn't help but be in awe of the old man - he was only engaged in manure and urine fertilizer to win the hearts of the people and increase the amount of food he could harvest, and Farmor dedicated his life to benefit the farmers.

There has never been a shortage of selfish people in history, but there are also many people with lofty ideals, like Famor.

It's just that the selfish people can easily succeed by following the established system and path. While people with lofty ideals often struggle for a cause that they don't know if they can achieve it, a few successful people will certainly go down in history, and many more losers will be unknown.

However, Luo Ming quickly discarded this bit of compassion.

Although now it seems that his career is cooking oil with fire, flowers and brocade, vigorous and prosperous.

But not to mention the catastrophe foreseen in the dream, even if the goddess of spring water is about to be promoted and the evil gods are trying to make trouble, if he is deeply involved, he must drink a good pot.

If you use small favors to buy the people's lives and buy people with lofty ideals for your own use, there will inevitably be huge bloodshed and sacrifices in the future. But Luo Ming didn't care anymore.

The vast majority of people in this world are in the state of "wanting to be slaves but not getting them" as Lu Xun said, and few people will take out even a little favor to buy people's hearts, but rely on whips to drive everyone to sell their lives.

"Although I also have selfish intentions, the saint's deeds are not careful.

For the benefit of thousands of families in the world, I am the undoubted saint!"