"Gevra, come here."
Romain beckoned to Gevra from afar.
Gevra looked up from the vegetable fields. Hearing that familiar voice, she immediately tossed aside the farming tool in her hand.
She trotted all the way over to Romain.
With milk, eggs, all kinds of meat, and vegetables to eat every day, she had received sufficient nutrition, and her severely undernourished body had gradually recovered. Her gaunt face had begun to fill out as well, finally giving her a hint of girlishness. Romain was quite pleased by this, with a sense of having raised her up himself.
Having hurried over at a run, Gevra's face was slightly flushed, and her body was streaked with dirty mud. She panted heavily as she looked up at Romain, her expression somewhat puzzled.
"Lord Romain, do you have orders for me?"
Since Romain was going to build the Livestock Shed, he had not let her keep following him around.
Felling trees was one thing, but if the roof beams they had painstakingly erected collapsed, it would certainly delay them for a long time.
That was something Romain could not accept.
So he had sent Gevra off to work in the vegetable fields to the north.
The unlucky girl had been dejected at first, but she soon had no time to feel down. She threw herself wholeheartedly into the fields, tending those ten mu of land like a little farmwife every day and spreading nutrient soil everywhere.
Romain reached out and smoothed Gevra's slightly disheveled hair, tucking it all behind her ears. Then he slipped a sachet over her head and hung it around her neck.
"Does it make you feel uncomfortable?" Romain asked as he watched Gevra's expression.
Gevra looked at the sachet and said strangely, "Nothing feels particularly different..."
As she spoke, she suddenly