There Were Always Some Sensitive People

The Emerson Family patriarch's words left the heir momentarily stunned.

Yes!

If they wanted to build workshops, couldn't they build them anywhere?

Inside the castle, on farmland, on wasteland—there were far too many places in this world where workshops could be built.

If it was merely for building workshops, why were they buying farmland on such a large scale?

That made no sense!

"Then why did the Golden Merchants' Guild decide to buy so much land at a time like this? Could it be...?"

The Emerson Family patriarch nodded. "The people from the Golden Merchants' Guild believe land prices are currently too low, and that there is profit to be made."

"But why would there be profit? According to our calculations, the cost of farming the land is nearly higher than the price of grain. Building granaries and storing it are also extremely expensive."

The young man truly could not understand. "And this year, only Southlands Development Company is planting Golden Ear Grain. By next year, it will be everywhere."

Golden Ear Grain was being planted only by Southlands Development Company, yet it had already driven grain prices down this far. Who knew how low they would fall once it became widespread?

In any case, they definitely could not rise again.

Who was grain sold to?

Grain was sold to the poor!

How many rich people were there?

Most wealthy people owned vast amounts of land.

But now, poor people needed only one acre of land to support an entire family.

Under such circumstances, prices simply could not rise!

Therefore, whether they hired people to plant more next year or stored this year's grain, they would never be able to sell it at a high price.

No matter how he looked at it, it was a losing business.

What exactly