Chapter 58 Autumn Harvest (Part 2) (Seeking Votes for Cuteness)

The autumn in the south is still hot and humid.

In the farmlands of the villages under Pompeii's rule, the people braved the scorching heat, bent over with sickles in their hands, and sweated profusely while cutting wheat.

Although the heat was unbearable, the farmers felt cool in their hearts, as if they had eaten ice cubes, and were very refreshed.

Because there is a lot of grain this year.

Although this year is a bumper year, I have never seen so much grain in previous years. The grains of wheat are very full and huge.

They are golden, like grains of gold.

Without waiting for the wheat grains to be cleaned out, experienced farmers can tell with their eyes and hands that this year's grain harvest is about 30% to 40% more than the average bumper year.

30% to 40%.

This is definitely a terrifying number.

Originally, the atmosphere in Pompeii was relatively peaceful and relaxed. The Pompeii knights never blamed the free people and did not collect heavy taxes. They just collected fair taxes according to output.

The free people were also happy to pay this tax.

After all, they have supported the Pompeii family for generations, and the Pompeii family is responsible for protecting them, which is fair.

Under such circumstances, the free people in Pompeii's territory live a very comfortable life. They can't be rich, but they can definitely live and work in peace and contentment.

This year's harvest is 30% more than in previous years. Can they eat more meat next year and buy a new piece of clothing for their wives and children?

Besides, because of the role of oxen and plows, they plan to expand their farmland at least twice, so the harvest next year will be more than double this year.

This year after year, it's better than the previous year.

Although they lived and worked in peace and contentment before, who doesn't want a better life? So the farmers are very happy, even though they sweat profusely, they are happy in their hearts.

Pompeii's seventh village.

Pompeii's first to ninth villages, plus the Iron Horse Village, form the smallest unit of Pompeii's free people. The population of the seventh village is not large, about 130 people, 18 households.

The population here refers to adults, not children.

Except for a carpenter in the village, generations have been farming for a living. Even the carpenter would help his family take care of the farmland during the busy farming season.

This is the tradition that has been continued in Pompeii Territory, and agriculture occupies an absolute main position.

Asma.

He is a middle-aged farmer with a very ordinary figure in Pompeii Territory, tall and strong, and he has been engaged in agricultural activities for many years, making him as strong as a cow.

His skin is dark, just a little bit different from charcoal.

Because Asma is the eldest son in the family, he lives with his parents. His parents are old and can't do the work, so the burden of the family's farmland falls on him.

Fortunately, Asma married a capable wife who can cook delicious dishes at home and do skilled farm work in the fields.

And he has three children, two sons and a daughter. The daughter is still young, but the two sons are already teenagers, which can also reduce the burden on the family.

In short, a very ordinary Pompeii farmer, a farmer who lives and works in peace and contentment.

Asma used to feel very satisfied with his current life. He had enough food to eat, a wife, and children. Isn't that enough?

Asma also felt that his life would be so plain, growing old like his parents, watching his children get married, and then waiting for his son to take over the farmland from him, he would also start a semi-retired life like his parents.

Plain, but happy.

But now this plain life has suddenly changed. This year's grain harvest is great, and new farmland will be developed next year.

It's so beautiful.

In Asma's farmland, it was already afternoon. Asma's parents couldn't work anymore, so they went on strike and went home early.

In the farmland, there were only Asma, his wife, and three children.

There were also bundles of wheat and a donkey cart. The wheat would be pulled back home, first processed simply, and then sent to the wheat flour workshop to become white wheat flour.

In addition to a part of it being eaten at home, a part of it would be sold to the Pompeii family after paying taxes, and then the Pompeii family would sell it to Kaiyue City.

It's like this every year.

The difference is that this year's harvest is more.

Asma smiled like a child, stretching out her rough palm from time to time, bending down to touch the wheat grains, each grain was so full, and the wheat ears were so heavy.

"Last year was also a bumper harvest, but this year's harvest is more than last year's. I feel it can be 30% to 40% more. What do you think, Mir?"

After Asma laughed happily, he turned around and asked his wife.

Mir is also a typical Pompeii peasant woman, with a stout figure, and seems to be two different creatures from a beauty, but she is hardworking and an excellent peasant woman.

"I think it is also 30% to 40%." Mir also smiled.

Both the husband and wife were very happy, and their children were also very happy.

At this time, a sound of wheels sounded. Asma looked up and saw his neighbor Am driving a donkey cart, loaded with wheat and heading towards home.

"Hi, Asma."

Am stopped and greeted happily.

"Hi, Am."

Asma also smiled and greeted.

"By the way, remember to come to my house tonight and bring some bacon and sausages. I'm going to hold a cocktail party to celebrate this year's harvest."

Am said to Asma.

Asma was stunned for a moment, then said happily: "Okay."

Asma likes to drink, but he is usually restrained, because although his family can afford it, it is not particularly well-off.

But this time he readily agreed to take out bacon and sausages.

Mir is usually a shrewd farmer who is careful with her budget, and she didn't make a sound at this time.

Because this year is a big harvest, it is worth celebrating.

Isn't it?

That night.

In the yard of Am's house, all the adult men of the seventh village came, a full of 20 to 30 people, making the small yard very crowded.

Everyone grilled sausages brought from their homes, ate Am's cooking, and drank wine.

Singing happily.

"Hey, it's Pompeii wine, Am, you've lost a lot of money this time." Some people took a sip of the wine and noticed something unusual, and said in surprise.

Pompeii wine, this kind of wine is very expensive for external sales, one gold coin per barrel, but it is only five silver coins for internal sales.

But for farmers, it is still very expensive.

This time, they brought their own bacon and sausages, and the wine was prepared by Am's family. This time, it can be said that they spent a lot of money.

"Everyone only has one glass of Pompeii wine, not a drop more, and the rest is beer, enough to keep you full." Am shrugged, obviously not really wanting to spend a lot of money.

"Hey, everyone. For our Pompeii, for our next generation of Pompeii Knights, Knight Luther, cheers."

Am suddenly raised the wine glass in his hand and shouted.

"For Knight Luther."

"Great Knight Luther."

The men raised their glasses together and responded enthusiastically.

Luther, Pompeii.

The next generation of Pompeii Knights.

His prestige in Pompeii is growing day by day.

Just like what the knight said.

"Knight Luther, your prestige is growing day by day along with your kindness."

Hi, Pompeii.