The difference is obvious enough to the naked eye, let alone the difference that he can feel even more clearly by rubbing it with his hands.
The soil planted by Xu Ling was noticeably more moist and fertile, unlike the soil on his side, which crumbled like dust when rubbed.
Alger had thoroughly researched what fertile land meant before he even decided to train with Miller.
—To put it bluntly, this is what every empire desires most and lacks most at present.
If Miller hadn't made plans from the very beginning and hadn't revealed a single word to the church, there's no doubt that even the high and mighty church would have coveted the cultivated farmland—wanting to possess it for themselves.
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Since the bishop has decided to divide this large area of farmland among the villages, there's nothing more to say. But why not leave the ripe ears of wheat on top for the church?
It's important to understand that even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake. Even with Miller's strong leadership and his ability to overcome all opposition, no matter how much they drag their feet, they will eventually have to leave.
If we don't give the church some benefits, won't the villagers still live in misery after they leave?
And that's what Alger couldn't understand the most!
He didn't believe that Bishop Miller hadn't considered such a simple truth, but if he had, why was the bishop still so stubborn?
Faced with Alger's question, Miller didn't try to be mysterious or remain silent. He quickly revealed his true thoughts to Alger.
"The church is not the scary thing."
Miller only said this one sentence.
Undeniably, Alger's concerns were justified.
After hundreds of years of development, even if the Church of Light wanted to maintain its original mission, it has become difficult to sustain itself due to the increase in the number of people and the complexity of its operations.
Although the church may not be out in the open today, it is rife with intrigue and turmoil behind the scenes. To put it bluntly, the struggle between people is almost everywhere.
Despite the murky underbelly of the church, it must be said that, because of this, Miller, as one of the current bishops, and one who hasn't really taken sides, has received considerable preferential treatment from certain factions…
Well, except for the Pope.
Therefore, if it was he who proposed and forcefully demanded that this not-so-large piece of land be divided among the villagers—
Since the farmland could only meet the needs of a small village, there was no need to offend him, and most of the church's upper echelons would turn a blind eye and pretend that the matter did not exist.
This is why he said the church is not scary.
After all, the truly terrifying ones are the dukes, marquises, and viscounts whose fiefs are located nearby. Those are the most fearsome and greedy of all!
And it's utter greed!
Hearing Miller's words, Alger thought he understood his thoughts. "So these are for Viscount Duke?"
As fate would have it, this land was Viscount Duke's fiefdom. Alger naturally assumed that Bishop Miller would use the harvested grain to bribe Viscount Duke.
That makes sense. Once they leave, the biggest threat to this village with farmland will naturally come from Viscount Duke, whose fiefdom is located here.
Miller was surprised by Alger's words and didn't understand why he thought that way.
“Of course not,” Miller said without hesitation, dismissing the speculation. “Viscount Duke is nothing to fear.”
He's just a viscount, not a duke. At least a duke would give him some consideration.
“Those are for the villagers.” He paused for a few seconds before adding another explanation.
The villagers were all ignorant—a deeply ingrained idea in almost all nobles, but Miller did not think so.
It cannot be denied that commoners are far less knowledgeable than nobles in some matters, but this does not mean that they are the same in all matters.
At least in terms of his understanding of farming, Miller was quite certain that commoners had more say than nobles!
However, even though the land he planned to distribute to the villagers was obviously good land, it didn't mean that the villagers would accept it without hesitation just because he was willing to give it away.
As for why things turned out this way... well, it's all the fault of those nobles!
While in the capital, Miller encountered many things, such as nobles generously distributing their fertile land to nearby villagers.
However, while the harvest was divided, it wasn't truly free—the nobleman demanded that he take 10% of the villagers' harvest in the first year.
To be honest, this request was not excessive; at least almost none of the villagers who received the land refused it.
When the neighbors found out about this, they were incredibly envious!
Who wouldn't want such a kind-hearted nobleman to emerge from their own fiefdom?
The news spread like wildfire, and soon the villages near the capital knew about it.
Just when the other villagers were hoping that the dukes and viscounts who governed them would also show such kindness, no one expected that it would be a trap!
Fertile land? That simply doesn't exist!
The villagers, who were filled with gratitude, suddenly realized that something was wrong!
The once dark and damp land changed color in the blink of an eye and began to crack inch by inch!
What on earth is going on?!
The villagers who witnessed this were immediately shocked. Their legs went weak and they knelt down. The next second, they completely forgot that they had tools in their hands and began to dig the soil with their bare hands.
One inch, two inches...
One meter, two meters...
Even though his hands were covered in blood, it was still not as painful as the scene before him.
No matter how far you dig, the soil you get is always the same yellow color!
It's all fake! They've been scammed!
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