Romain had originally planned to boil some water so the slaves could wash themselves and change clothes.
However, Sigg Town was too poor to come up with clothing for two hundred people.
The farmers here grew flax themselves, but the yield was only enough to patch their own tattered clothes.
A linen shirt was worth roughly one Copper Coin, and a set of shirt and trousers cost two. For all the slaves, that would be four Gold Coins.
Of course, buying linen cloth and making the clothes themselves would be much cheaper, but there was no way they could finish them anytime soon.
Romain could only put the matter aside for now.
In any case, the more he looked at them, the more displeased he felt. Sooner or later, he would have to straighten them out.
What mattered now was covering the roof with that thatch.
Romain, Aaron, and Green all pitched in, pressing down and arranging the bundled thatch until they finally completed the last step.
As he looked at the fully formed building, a powerful sense of accomplishment welled up in Romain's heart.
These livestock would play an immeasurably important role in Sigg Town's future.
More than a month had passed since sowing. The emerald wheat shoots had long since broken through the soil, a boundless sea of green stretching as far as the eye could see.
This dense planting method filled Barro with both excitement and fear.
He felt that either this land had gone mad, or he had. How could the soil possibly grow such thick clusters of tender shoots?
Was it a demon's curse, or a miracle from the gods?
Row after row, line after line, furrow after furrow, ridge after ridge—everything was vigorous wheat seedlings. They were practically like weeds or forage grass. Their