In the farmlands of the villages led by Pompey, the people braved the scorching heat, bent over with sickles in their hands, and sweated profusely as they cut wheat.

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

Because there is plenty of food 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 large.

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 in an average bumper year.

Thirty to forty percent.

This is absolutely a terrifying number.

Originally, the atmosphere in Pompeii was relatively peaceful and relaxed. The knights of Pompeii never harshly criticized the free people and did not collect heavy taxes. They only collected fair taxes based on output.

The free people were 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 lived a very comfortable life. They were not rich, but they definitely lived and worked in peace and contentment.

This year's harvest is 30% more than in previous years. So, can I eat more meat next year and buy a new piece of clothing for my wife and children?

Besides, because of the power of oxen and plows, they plan to expand their farmland by at least two times, so the harvest next year will be more than double that of this year.

Year after year, each year is better than the last.

Although they lived and worked in peace and contentment before, who wouldn’t want a better life? So the farmers were very happy, and although they worked hard, they were happy in their hearts.

Pompeii Colony VII.

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

The population here refers to adults, not children.

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

This is the tradition that has continued in Pompeii, with agriculture occupying an absolutely dominant position.

Asma.

He is a middle-aged farmer with a very ordinary build in Pompeii, tall and strong. He has been engaged in agricultural activities all year round, which makes him as strong as a bull.

His skin was dark, just a little bit away from being charcoal black.

Because Asma is the eldest son in the family, he lives with his parents. His parents are old and can no longer work, so the burden of the family's farmland falls on him.

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

He also has three children, two sons and one daughter. His daughter is still young, but his two sons are already teenagers, which can also reduce some of the burden on the family.

All in all, he was just an ordinary Pompeii farmer, a farmer who lived and worked in peace and contentment.

Asma used to think that he was very satisfied with his current life. He had enough food to eat, a wife, and children. Isn't that enough? Asma also thought that his life would be so dull. He would grow old like his parents, watch his children get married, and then wait for his son to take over the farmland from him. He would also start a semi-retired life like his parents.

Ordinary, but happy.

But now this ordinary life has suddenly changed. This year there is a bumper harvest of grain, and new farmland will be developed next year.

So beautiful.

In Asma's family's farmland, it was already afternoon. Asma's parents were too tired to work and went on strike and returned home early.

There were only Asma, his wife, and three children in the farmland.

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

Except for a part kept at home for consumption and a part after paying taxes, most of it will be sold to the Pompeii family, and then the Pompeii family will sell it to Kaiyue City.

This happens every year.

The difference is that this year the harvest is bigger.

Asma smiled like a child, and from time to time he stretched out his rough palms, bent down and stroked the wheat grains. Each grain was so full, and the ears of wheat were so heavy.

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

Mir is also a typical Pompeii peasant woman. She is stout and seems to be a different creature from the beauty, but she is hardworking and an excellent peasant woman.

"I think it's about 30 to 40 percent." Mir also smiled.

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

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

"Hi, Asuma."

Am stopped and greeted happily.

"Hi, Eminem."

Asuma also greeted with a smile.

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

Am said to Asma.

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

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

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

Mir was usually a shrewd farmer who was careful with her finances, and she didn't say a word.

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

Wasn't it? That night.

All the adult men from the Seventh Village came to the yard of Am's house, filling up with more than 20 or 30 people, making the small yard very crowded.

Everyone grilled sausages they brought from home, ate food cooked by Am's family, and drank wine.

Singing happily.

"Hey, it's Pompeii wine. Am, you're bleeding heavily this time." Some people took a sip of the wine and noticed something unusual and said in surprise.

Pompeii wine was very expensive when sold to the outside, costing one gold coin per barrel, but it was only five silver coins when sold internally.

But it is still very expensive for farmers.

This time, they brought their own bacon and sausages, and the wine was prepared by Am's family. It can be said that this time 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 going to bleed heavily.

"Hey, everyone. Cheers to our Pompeii, to our next generation of Pompeii Knights, Knight Luther."

Am suddenly raised the glass in his hand and yelled.

"For the Knight of Luther."

"The Great Lutheran Knight."

The men all raised their glasses 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 grows day by day along with your kindness."

Hi Pompeii.

(End of this chapter)