During this time, the sun seems to be celebrating this joy, from the very hot and humid, slowly changing to the crisp autumn air, and the sun is very abundant. In order to allow the crops to ripen as soon as possible under their light.

One or two small birds also flew down. Carefully peck at this delicious food, then. provoked a burst of scolding from the people, spreading their wings and flying wildly.

It was late August, and the whole county. Because the harvest is coming, it is shrouded in an atmosphere of joy, and the streets, open fields, fields, and fields are full of laughter and laughter, and the people of the county are full of anticipation waiting for the harvest, and the harvest means a warm life.

Since experiencing the catastrophe of the demonic disaster, the people of the county have treated this rare peaceful life. They are all particularly cherished, and they are also particularly motivated to do farm work, and the farmland that they pay special attention to on weekdays is now even more important.

Those lords who used to be extra stingy. It also seems to understand the importance of "people", although it is not as humane as the Tita Sho Leader, at least in terms of the recording policy, it has also loosened a lot, and in times of crisis, it needs the help of the people to maintain the rule of Zigong.

"Cardo, this year's harvest is good, will you marry a woman on this matter?" As he was working hard, large drops of sweat slipped down his forehead and neck, and smashed on the ground, smashing into small puddles.

Occasionally, he passed by one or two of his lords. They all greeted him with a smile, because of his enthusiasm and good luck, his popularity in the small town of Rika is very good.

"Woman?" Cardo straightened up, wiping the sweat from his face and neck with the towel he had placed next to him. The smile is very innocent, but there is a trace of essence in those round eyes that ordinary people will not have at all.

His name was Cardo, and he had been deliberately forgotten by himself, he was a professional spy in the territory of Viscount Titacho, and his companions numbered hundreds.

The so-called professional spy is that Romon came to this world and combined it with modern spy knowledge

Make.

These spies don't need them to fight. Second, they don't need to spy on them, they work in various industries, and every once in a while, they report the situation in the location.

And every month, they receive a salary, as well as bonuses if valuable intelligence.

It's not a lot of water, but it's for them. It is enough and, moreover, this position. Yes, it can be hereditary.

"Who can marry me, Cado smiled innocently and continued to bend over and work.

Inadvertently, the team of people who had just passed had already been clear.

It's a group of five or six wagons. The carriage is ornate, but there is no overstepping decoration, and it looks like it is owned by a commoner.

On each carriage, there is the word "so-and-so" firm. There were several bodyguards in the front and back of the caravan on horseback, and they rode horses, looking at the appearance of the nearby leaders, very arrogant.

"Another person has passed, and this group of people really doesn't stop. Cardo lowered his head and went about his farm work, the corners of his mouth slightly furrowed.

Tetashaw Collar, Rock Town.

"What? Those people are still not dead?" Nick looked a little gloomy as he placed a secret letter from a professional spy on the ornate small table in front of him, "Are they finished?"

"Nick, what's wrong?" Fafer asked as he came in from outside, seeing Nick's displeasure at a glance.

Because of his status as the first interior minister of the territory, Nick has an independent office. In order to make the territorial central command system more closely coordinated, Romon built a gorgeous and huge building not far from his villa. There are three floors, and it is a central political area in the territory.

Inside is the office of each central manager. In order to better handle official business, these people have also moved their family residences to Rock Town. Every official has a comfortable villa here.

In the central political building, the security work is very strict, and outside there are several posts and sentries taking turns to guard. The building materials of the entire building are stones, which have a good self-defense ability, and outside the building, they also invited high-level spells, priests, and druids to cooperate in a unified manner, and set up a security formation that can block all spell attacks below the second level.

Therefore, it is still safe to work here.

Except for the low-level officials, the offices of the upper-level officials are independent, comfortable, and proximity.

"It's not the group of merchants who have hit a wall with us, and they have joined forces everywhere, saying that they want to resist us, so that they can blackmail us and demand better treatment. Nick smiled coldly: "Who do they think they are? Ask yourself, the treatment we give them is good enough, which is something that no other territory can give, they are not satisfied, what island is remote, let them go." It's no different from distribution, if they go there to develop, they ask for monopoly rights and better treatment, how is this possible!"

"Oh, you're talking about those guys with brains in the water! What are you angry with them!" Hearing that it was because of this, Fafer tugged at the corners of his mouth with some amusement, and saw Nick sitting there with a gloomy face

。 Hao walked over and pulled him up. "Let's go. Since this is the case. Just let Romon clear what to do. Lately, he's been very idle. All day long, he either accompanies his wife, or slips away from his big eagle. It's time for him to have a headache too. ”

"Well, go to his place to eat and listen to what Farfil said, Nick nodded, picked up the secret letter on the table, and followed Farfil out.

Both of them were officials at the top of the Tita Sho Collar, and as soon as they walked out, the officials they met in the corridor saluted them with a humble attitude.

Although the vast majority of them are older than them, what can this be?

In this kind of office location, the size of the official position determines everything.

Even when they went outside, the commoners still had to salute when they saw them, because they had now been promoted to the nobility

They walked out of the office, and their carriages and horses were parked outside, and when they saw them come out, the attendant in charge of the care hurriedly came out of the small shed on the side, and asked, "My lord, what are you?"

"You guys are busy, we don't need cars and horses now, we can walk around. Fafer waved his hand. The attendant withdrew.

It was close to Lomon's villa, they walked and walked to Romond's in a few minutes

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Unlike other officials, Romon is the head of a place and is free to decide where to work. And he likes a more relaxed environment. He moved his office to a study on the first floor of the villa.

The outside of the villa is still heavily guarded. The two of them were regular visitors here, and the guards still went in person every time to ask Romon for his opinion. and let them in.

In the corridor on the first floor, the attendants occasionally passed by, judging from their walking on their feet, these seemingly ordinary attendants were actually strictly trained, and after only a few years of hard work, the various systems that Luo Meng secretly presided over began to operate, which made the two people secretly admire.

More and more with hundreds of years of aristocratic demeanor.

It's really about shortening the process with knowledge.

"Well, why did you two guys come here all of a sudden?" The door to Romon's study was open, and without notice, Nick and Fafer walked in.

"Isn't there something wrong, you don't think we're here to eat again, do you?" Nick handed the secret letter in his hand to Romon in front of him.

Opening it, Romon nodded: "I see." ”

Actually, at the same time that Nick received the secret letter. A little earlier, he had received a more detailed letter from the professional spy.

"This group of people. Do you really think we can't do without them? They are too confident to be merchants who want to open farms on my islands and territories. Have. Since they don't want to do it, do what they want and don't let them do it. Go back and write a notice. According to what we agreed before, open expansion, they don't do it. Some are done by people. "With the preferential treatment given by the Tetasho collar, there are definitely businessmen who are willing to go.

"Okay. Nick nodded.

"Since you are here, and the lunch is served here, let's discuss the crops first, but they sent them to the door, and Romon was looking at the account books of the autumn harvest, and when he saw them come in, he was immediately overjoyed, and pushed a bunch of account books to Nick, and by the way, pulled Farfer. Put a bunch of defensive things, let him take full control, and ask not to make a mistake. The two of them smiled wryly at each other and got busy.

A few days later, the fields began to be harvested. Sitting in the carriage, Romon drank chilled juice and looked out from the small window.

Patches of golden wheat swaying in the wind. Sure enough, after many days of exploration, the whole county, but all the territories where the seeds he cultivated were planted, the crops grew very well, and there was sure to be a good harvest.

Among them, including his own territory, the territory of his cheap father-in-law, Baron Rocas, the territory of several good knights and nobles, as well as the territory of subordinate officials such as Nick and Fafel, the most surprising thing for him was that the old viscount, who was his biggest rival, was actually in his own territory. planted a field of wheat that he had cultivated.

The seeds obtained by the old viscount must be second-generation seeds obtained from others, but even if it is a second-generation wheat seed, the effect is definitely better than that of ordinary seeds.

"It seems that there are no eternal enemies. There are no eternal friends, only eternal interests, Romon leaned back on the soft chair of the carriage and sighed secretly.

"Haha! This year must be another bumper harvest year!" a cart piled with tall ears of wheat. Passing by Romon's carriage, the people who were driving the cart on it. Smiled and bent his eyes.

"yes, it's getting better and better every year. Only then can we have momentum." Some of the men were busy with the harvest, and they were also in a hurry, and they walked across from the coachman, and the coachmen on both sides stopped. A few gossip with each other.

The carriage carrying Romon passed by them, and when they looked back through the small window, they saw that the faces of the people were full of happy smiles.

As the lord of a place, this time is the most fulfilling, although Luo Meng has already experienced several harvest years, he still can't help but feel a little bit in his heart.