Of course you will have food to eat if you follow Luther Pompey, this is the law.

Even more ironclad than Newton's laws.

After Luther finished his pleasant conversation with the grain merchants, he returned to the city hall with Lelouch.

"Mr. Governor, Mr. Mayor, Miss Amanda has arrived. She is currently accommodated in reception room number three on the second floor." A knight guarding the gate of the city hall came up to open the door personally and said to Luther and Lelouch.

"Okay." Luther nodded, got off the carriage with Lelouch, entered the city hall, and came to reception room number three.

This is a small reception room, mainly white in color, with simple but exquisite decoration.

Miss Amanda is in her early twenties and is becoming more and more beautiful. She wears a round hat and a black dress, looking elegant and calm.

Before this, Miss Amanda's aunt, Mrs. Morgan, had tried to set Miss Amanda up on a blind date with Luther.

But Luther turned the blind date into a business, and there was no spark between the two of them.

As time went by, the gap between the two people's identities became more and more obvious.

Luther and Pompey were already big figures in the whole of Orange, and had even become one of the three great nobles, the helmsman of the White Eagle Emblem.

The Morgan family, on the other hand, was just a little richer.

There's something wrong with the portal.

More importantly, Luther showed his celibacy. He did not marry, but he did not mind hanging out with women.

All in all, the two people drifted apart and are now purely business partners.

"Mr. Governor, you let me sit alone for ten minutes." When Miss Aman saw Luther come in, she gave Luther a helpless look.

"Sorry, sorry." Luther apologized quickly and sat down with Lelouch.

"To express my apology, how about I show you a profitable business?" Luther asked with a smile.

"What business?" Miss Amanda took the bait immediately. She was also a money-grubber. When Luther first started, it was she and Miss Alice who smelled the business opportunity and firmly supported Luther, which led to the Pompeii of today.

Over the years, Miss Amanda has made a fortune doing business in the White Eagle Territory.

But he still retains his businessman nature and is always very interested in making money.

"Let me give you an idea." Luther smiled and told Amanda the general principle of the Jenny textile machine in his previous life.

Then Luther said, "You planted mulberry trees west of Pompeii and planned to produce silk. So you don't mind expanding your business, right?"

After listening to this, Amanda was thoughtful.

The textile machines in this world are basically hand-cranked wooden structures, and are made by hand in households.

The textile machine provided by Luther is mechanized and its efficiency is several times higher than that of ordinary textile machines.

This is Luther's self-proclaimed efficiency.

Without the real thing, Luther could not prove the power of the spinning jenny. But Amanda still believed in Luther because he had never made a mistake.

"Okay, I will discuss with a wizard who is good at golems to see how to make this so-called mechanical textile machine. If it is really made, I will recruit a large number of workers and monopolize the entire Orange textile business. All those small workshops will be defeated."

Miss Amanda nodded, looking ambitious.

This is a strong woman in business, a woman who can beat up her enemies if she gets the chance.

Because she was in a hurry to deal with this matter, Miss Amanda said a few words quickly and left.

"Textile factories, silk factories, shipping companies, plus the money that keeps pouring in from all directions. Pompeii's industrialization will be greatly improved, and no matter how many laborers there are, they can absorb it."

"Luther, you have a good plan."

Lelouch said with a grin, his long mustache jumping up and down, looking funny.

"The next step is to get rid of those big farmers and abolish the serfdom system. Agriculture, industry, animal husbandry, and the number of people employed will reach a balance. With the increase in commercial activities, our Pompeii will burst out with tremendous energy."

Luther came to the window, opened it, let fresh air in, squinted his eyes, and took a deep breath.

"When the New Party was confronting Count Libya and Duke Ferger, I completed my development. Whether Pompey can become one of the three great nobles next depends on a war."

Luther said.

"You are obviously prepared." Lelouch said with a smile, trusting his close friend.

"I'm always prepared." Luther shrugged, and the strange dragon Blood Dragon Mother appeared in his mind.

The Pompeii family will always prosper.

……………….When the grain merchants announced that they had no purchasing plans, the entire White Eagle Territory fell into a brief period of turmoil.

Yangjiao Village.

In the small meeting room at the home of the village chief Heishan, the village chief Heishan and five village officials sat together, looking at each other, with sorrow on their faces.

"The grain merchants actually have no purchasing plans. Obviously, the grain production situation in the White Eagle Territory is not optimistic." Heishan said with a self-deprecating smile.

Not optimistic.

In the past, people were afraid of a reduction in food production, which would lead to hunger.

Now, the grain yield is high but no one wants it.

"Now we have to see what's going on at the City Hall. I hope the White Eagle Emblem has a plan to purchase grain and stabilize the grain price. Otherwise, we will have to feed the pigs with the extra grain."

A village official also sighed.

"I think farming has no future. I plan to send my eldest son and second son to work in Pompeii." A village official in his forties or fifties smiled bitterly.

There is no future in farming.

It is not only the upper class in Yangjiao Village who have this idea, but also ordinary farmers.

Ani, so is Asia's family.

At this moment, Ani's family has harvested the crops, threshed them, and can sell them after drying.

But I can’t sell it.

Inside the two-story wooden house, the peasant couple sat at the dining table, at a loss as to what to do.

"I think it's better for him to go to Oxford. Farming can provide enough food, but it has no future." Ani smiled bitterly.

At the moment of the grain harvest, Ani was ready to let his eldest son Oxford drop out of school and go home to farm, believing that farming was the way out.

But now, Ani has changed his mind.

"Farming is really a dead end." His wife Asia nodded and said, then she said worriedly, "We have so much food, what should we do?"

"Feed the pigs and raise chickens. Isn't the price of meat rising now? Buy more piglets and chickens." Ani sighed.

Even if the crops cannot be sold, the farmers will not go bankrupt.

They had nothing to go bankrupt about anyway.

The ones who really went bankrupt were the big farmers.

(End of this chapter)