Iron Harvest: When Farming Becomes Conquest
Chapter 85 - 19: Sanna’s Goal

Chapter 85: Chapter 19: Sanna’s Goal

Roman took his first sip of the wine.

Everyone erupted into a fervent and massive cheer, as if a pot had exploded.

The silent threshing ground suddenly transformed into the liveliest marketplace!

Everyone rushed to grab all kinds of delicacies.

Without a doubt, this was a carnival celebration!

Roman had prepared for this celebration for more than half a month.

Just the meat alone was at least 10,000 kilograms, from before dawn till sunrise.

Freshly baked white bread kept coming, enough to feed everyone in Sige Town from sunrise to beyond.

They ate meat voraciously, until the sky and earth seemed to blur.

They drank wine heartily, until they were completely drunk.

Except for forbidding takeaways, you could eat whatever you wanted here, and it was supplied without limit—it was essentially a buffet.

As soon as a certain delicacy was finished, they prepared more immediately.

If the roasted lamb was finished, they killed another ten sheep.

If the maltose was gone, they brought another ten barrels from Origin Manor.

If the beer ran out, they brought in another twenty barrels.

If the meat soup was finished, they could cook more on the spot.

If today’s food wasn’t finished, it would become tomorrow’s work meal.

With these hundreds of thousands of kilograms of food.

The days of being strapped for cash and counting leftovers every day were gone forever.

This harvested grain meant that everyone in Sige Town, including infants, would receive 300 kilograms of food, and that was just the staple grain—he still hadn’t stopped buying grain from outside, only now the amount he bought had decreased a lot.

Moreover, this land could still grow many more crops.

Roman planned to expand the cultivation area tomorrow.

Quality not enough? Increase the quantity.

Anyway, he had to raise the food production!

Next year’s per capita grain could no longer just reach 1000 kilograms.

Starve to death?

Hmph! More like bursting from overeating!

At that moment, Roman furrowed his brows and gestured with his hand.

Moor, very sensible, came closer.

Roman said lightly, "Keep an eye out, don’t let them eat themselves to death."

Moor suddenly understood and relayed the order.

Soon, the entire threshing ground was filled with the shouts of guards and stewards, especially to the slaves, who once starved could forget themselves and literally eat themselves to death.

Roman, Aaron, Green, and knight candidate Kao sat at the same table.

Their table was not buffet style but was filled with exquisite slices of meat, deer horn soup, honey-roasted meat, and the classic white bread. There were even nutrition-rich tonics like bear gall and wild boar heart from Roman’s past hunts.

Yalin and Green relished their meal, while Kao ate precisely and elegantly, more like a knight than the two actual knights.

"Lord Roman," Gwivelle’s voice came from nearby. "How often can we have such celebrations?"

Roman turned and saw Gwivelle’s cheeks were flushed, next to her was Kao’s sister, Sanna.

"It happens each harvest, depending on the situation... Did you drink any alcohol?"

He frowned slightly.

Gwivelle, as if realizing she had done something wrong, whispered very softly, "Just a little bit."

After speaking, her complexion was rosy, and she looked straight at Roman with dewy, pure brown eyes, like those of a deer.

Roman said, "Today is okay, but not any other time."

Gwivelle softly hummed in acknowledgment.

She lowered her head, lightly spinning on the tip of her right toe.

"Don’t drink too much... go play."

Roman patted her head.

This action instantly made Gwivelle’s eyes curve up.

She smiled brightly, nodding vigorously, and dashed back to the threshing ground with Sanna.

On the way, Sanna enviously said to her, "Gwivelle, you and Lord Roman have such a great relationship."

Gwivelle couldn’t hide the smile in her heart, "I am Roman’s chamberlain."

"Wow! You call the lord by his name!"

Hearing Sanna’s exclamations, although Gwivelle had heard them many times before, she still felt a bit proud.

"Green and Aaron also call him that, all of us chamberlains can call him by his name, and your brother can too in the future."

"I asked my brother, and he got angry, thinking I didn’t understand the rules, and that I must maintain respect even in private."

Sanna felt wronged.

"There’s nothing you can do then. It would be nice if you were a chamberlain too, then you could call Roman by his name."

It was an average comment, yet Sanna heard boasting, pride, and some underlying schadenfreude in it, as if eating candy secretly.

This made Sanna feel uncomfortable, she pouted, "Gwivelle, you never call Lord Roman by his name in front of him anyway. You just say it to me, not daring to let Lord Roman hear."

Gwivelle’s expression immediately stiffened.

"Who... who said I’m scared!"

"Then next time we see Lord Roman, why don’t you call him by his name?"

Gwivelle was at a loss for words.

She mimicked Roman’s manner, huffed softly, pretending not to care, and pulled a sachet from her bosom.

"Roman even gave me a gift, what’s wrong with calling him by his name? He definitely won’t be mad."

Gwivelle clutched the sachet tightly, as if talking to herself yet seeking affirmation, and her confidence grew as she spoke.

"Look..."

She showed the sachet to Sanna. At that moment, the fisherman’s daughter felt her stomach churn wildly, the suffocating sensation making her feel like she was revisiting the darkest moment of her life: her parents lying in a pool of blood, the turbulent rivers of Silver Dragon Canyon, the violently swaying slave ship, the extreme discomfort and weakness, the urge to die...

"Ugh..." Sanna rushed to an empty area and began to vomit.

Gwivelle was startled and quickly tucked away the sachet, patting Sanna’s back like an adult.

"Sanna, are you okay?"

"Ugh... I’m fine... ugh... maybe from the beer..."

Sanna vomited so violently that she threw up everything she had eaten, tears streaming out.

She had secretly drunk alcohol in the little fishing village, so she had tasted a few sips with Gwivelle.

But she hadn’t expected Lord Roman’s beer to be entirely different from the barley beer she had drunk before; one sip and the refreshing rush to her head made her walk erratically, her face flushed. Fortunately, her darker complexion, unlike Gwivelle’s pale beauty, wasn’t very noticeable, otherwise Kao would glare at her again.

Such rotten luck, Kao, seeing her in this sorry state, would definitely get angry, she couldn’t understand why. Sanna thought, why is she encouraged to befriend Gwivelle, why is she expected to behave well in front of Lord Roman?

She didn’t mind the former, and actually enjoyed her time with Gwivelle, perhaps because they were the two youngest girls in Origin Manor, naturally coming together because they could confide in each other.

But she’d rather not deal with the latter; she’d prefer to steer clear of Lord Roman, who always seemed hurried, as if he had endless tasks, and faced everything with decisiveness and sharpness, like a finely honed fish-slicing knife. And Kao expected her to approach such a knife?

Heavens! That was a noble lord, she didn’t have Kao’s brave courage. Was she supposed to stop Lord Roman just to greet him? That would never work! How would he view her? With impatience or disdain? Would he kick her away three meters?

She wasn’t Gwivelle; even if Gwivelle didn’t dare to directly address Lord Roman by name, she could still grin in his presence, daring to pull her towards Lord Roman after drinking, staring intently at him, and then remain unscathed after being caught. Whereas she froze in fear, holding her breath to avoid any smell of alcohol escaping her lips, not daring to move or show any expression throughout.

She envied Gwivelle’s good fortune, able to be Lord Roman’s chamberlain.

If only I were a chamberlain too, perhaps I could be like Gwivelle...

Oh, Sanna, stop daydreaming. You need to perk up.

Life is good now.

Today still has lots of delicious food, although it’s been spit out, but now that your stomach is empty, you can eat even more.

Becoming a maid in the manor in the future is also fine, those maid sisters work efficiently and are beautiful.

Keep working towards that goal!