April was the beginning of the season when the breath of life began to stir with vigor.
At this time of year, the poor would finally let out a long breath. The reason for their relief was nothing more than the gratitude of having survived another cold winter with their families.
Every winter, when the heavy snow began to drift down, quite a few poor people left this world because of hunger and cold.
The worries of the poor would gradually fade away in this season, when the sunlight began to give off warmth.
Once spring arrived, plants began to grow. Even if they did not have enough grain to eat, they could dig up wild vegetables and hunt game to survive. Though their days remained bitter and poor, at least they would not die of hunger and cold.
Moreover, May—the time for harvesting winter wheat—was not far away.
Across the entire continent, there were not many territories like Tatshaw Territory. This was not merely because Lord Romon managed it well, or because his team was both capable and loyal.
What truly made the difference was the difference in overall thinking.
Romon's approach was to vigorously create all kinds of jobs. Thus, even if there were some poor people in the territory, with the help of its policies, they could quickly find work suited to themselves and their families. Through unceasing effort, they could provide themselves and their families with food and clothing. Therefore, Tatshaw Territory was now like a sun forever climbing upward, possessing boundless heat and potential.
It was precisely this difference in thinking that had made the whole of Tatshaw Territory watertight like an iron barrel. Since its founding, after all these years, there had basically never been a case of residents freezing or starving to death