Iron Harvest: When Farming Becomes Conquest-Chapter 267 - 3: Whoever controls advanced productivity, controls supreme power! (Loudly)
Chapter 267: Chapter 3: Whoever controls advanced productivity, controls supreme power! (Loudly)
"Settle these people quickly."
Roman checked the list of names and handed it to Seth.
These three thousand high-quality slaves, once properly utilized, could perform even better than five thousand people.
Among them, craftsmen and scholars accounted for about three to five hundred.
Scholars are commonly referred to those in clerical positions.
Cities have city schools, and courts have court schools.
All major kingdoms possess the ability to nurture scholars.
Nobles send some well-born children to court schools for training, and after completion, they return to help the nobles manage their lands.
They take up positions such as judicial officers, internal affairs officers, agricultural officers, financial officers, clerks, physicians, and veterinarians, and serve as knowledge advisors.
Of course, great nobles can also nurture scholars, but without a complete educational system, the knowledge they acquire is not comprehensive; they take unconventional paths.
Roman had once slaughtered many such unofficially trained administrators in the Kant Territory.
Because he believed those people would not truly be loyal to him.
But this batch was different.
They had been captured by pirates, bearing no direct grudge against Roman, thus they could be utilized.
Eating the master’s food, they must work for the master.
Of course, entrusting them with significant responsibilities was out of the question, temporarily arranging them as copyists, just like those literate nuns, no salary in the early stage.
After settling down, arrangements would be made based on each individual’s performance.
Kick out the unnecessary, promote the worthy.
Seth knew how to handle these people, and now the administrative pressure in Origin City was finally relieved.
The administrative apostles Roman had previously educated had finally shown their due capabilities; their swift growth was unbelievable, but considering the lord who could be regarded as a descent of the All Gods, it seemed natural.
These three thousand laborers were rapidly assimilated.
Different from the spoils of war, this was a production bonus.
After improving productivity, one slave could generate the profits of ten former slaves, and these profits could then acquire ten more slaves, thereby producing the profits of a hundred slaves.
Even without waging war, Roman could achieve extraordinarily swift development through trade.
And then roll over all the fools!
In this barbaric and brutal era, whoever controlled advanced productivity controlled supreme power! (loudly)
Those with weak productivity must kneel before those with strong productivity and sing of conquest!!! (very loudly)
It’s just unfortunate that an industrial revolution cannot be conducted right now.
This is a long and difficult task—acceleration isn’t just done this way; without a solid foundation, if the capabilities of the vehicle are pushed to the extreme, when it collapses, the whole Origin City would suffer.
As of now.
Roman had carried out an agricultural revolution,
completed military reforms,
and established a new administrative system.
This trifecta was enough for him to thoroughly dominate this era.
The only pity was that the waters run deep throughout this land.
The achievements possible within two and a half years were ultimately limited,
requiring additional support.
Roman knew what he needed.
A vast amount of support.
Pirates harm the innocent and plunder wealth, yet Roman was willing to provide them arms, branding himself an accomplice to pirates.
To the victims, he belonged to the most deserving of death.
But Roman didn’t care.
Because pirates could also serve as his support.
Without providing arms, where would the slaves come from?
Without slaves, how could he expand the population?
He had to let the pirates fight.
Helped him plunder labor.
Besides that, he needed other kinds of assistance.
And witches were among them.
As a system distinct from the Conquest Knights, in Roman’s grand strategy, witches were indispensable units.
Otherwise, once he encountered an enemy composed of spellcasters in the future, he would seem very passive.
At the very least, he could not remain ignorant.
The witches had vanished without a trace, fleeing for their lives, appearing here today and hundreds of miles away tomorrow; in this era of difficult communication, they were extremely hard to find.
Morry had a tough time, and it took him half a year to bring back the exiled witches.
The hardships involved were beyond description to outsiders.
After all, during these turbulent times, traveling was extremely risky, and without some skills, one would indeed stumble.
In fact, he had not only brought back the witches but also managed to bring back a cargo of sulfur.
Sulfur, the raw material for black gunpowder, was always beneficial in abundance.
Therefore, when they arrived in Origin City, Roman arranged for Seth to give them a warm welcome.
Shasta had once been to this land.
At that time, Sige Town was extremely backward, and it was considered one of the poorest places on the entire earth.
Today, however, the scene was completely different.
Looking around, fertile farmlands stretched endlessly.
The heavy wheat ears swayed slightly in the wind, their sharp tips piercing the sky, hinting at lingering green.
Stone paths crisscrossed firmly and evenly, slicing the wheat fields into square shapes like a merciless net.
The brick houses were angular, clean, and tidy, presenting a sense of regular beauty.
Every few hundred meters, there was a dwelling.
Additionally, there were training ranges.
Idle farmers gathered together, holding crossbows, practicing their shooting skills.
Their labor burden was not considered heavy.
This was related to the positions they were assigned.
Those who reclaimed the marsh and the prisoners of war alike dug channels for drainage, covered in mud, exhausted to the point of rolling their eyes back and sticking their tongues out.
Meanwhile, the farmers responsible for the fields could leisurely practice with light crossbows at the range after completing their daily tasks, enjoying the thrill of shooting. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
Of course, their easy days wouldn’t last much longer.
In a little while, it would be the summer harvest, and they too would roll their eyes back and stick their tongues out.
Shasta had seen the majesty and splendor of the Holy City, but when she came here, she felt like a country girl just entering the city.
From afar on the road, she saw a vast array of buildings, tall walls like city walls, dozens of meters long, not just one, but seven or eight structures.
"What is that?" she asked.
"Breeding farms and livestock sheds," Seth replied truthfully, "Places specifically for raising cattle, horses, pigs, sheep, and chickens."
Roman, with his foresight, had built spacious and bright livestock sheds in the first year.
However, it turned out that his vision wasn’t long-term.
The breeding farm was full in its second year, forcing him to build a second, more sturdy and spacious livestock shed.
Careful breeding, propagation, and trade purchases.
The numbers of these large animals had greatly increased, now totaling more than three thousand draft cattle and work horses.
Although four to five hundred of them were still calves and foals.
By the age of two, they could start doing light physical work.
Such as pulling carts and carrying goods.
The roads in Origin City were smooth and easy to navigate, making it easy for two-year-old cattle and horses to pull carts with two tons of goods.
However, during the busy farming times, Roman had to feed them concentrate to make up for their consumption.
Previously feeding them mixed grains like soybeans and peas.
Now mainly feeding them soybean meal.
After familiarizing with the oil extraction process, the oil press workshop could press thousands of catties of soybeans daily, and the leftover soybean meal was excellent concentrate, rich in nutrients.
