Harvest (Part 2)

"Hehe, my lord, looking at things this year, it is clearly another year of bumper harvests! Even my wife keeps praising you!" the coachman in front said with a laugh.

"Oh? What does she say?"

"Ever since our lord became you, my lord, taxes have been lighter these past two years, and we've had several good harvests. Put together, we can not only eat our fill, but even have some grain left over. My eldest son married early too. In a few years, when the younger one takes a wife as well, the whole family will be even livelier," the coachman said cheerfully.

Among those close to leaders, there had never been any shortage of coachmen, personal attendants, and the like. This world was no exception. This man was Romon's personal coachman, seeing him every day, so he was far less restrained around Romon than ordinary subjects were.

Moreover, he had been a warrior who cultivated to Third Level in his youth. He was strong of body, generous and warm by nature, and had some common ground with Romon.

Of course, that was only for the first generation. The next generation of coachmen—namely, this man's sons—would all have to receive vocational training and become hereditary coachmen in the future. The rules would then be different.

"If the people themselves did not work hard, they would not have such a good harvest," Romon said in high spirits.

Before long, they had made a circuit of Rock Town's fields, and Romon instructed, "Go to Little Mining Town."

"Yes."

The carriage turned and headed toward Little Mining Town, which had already been upgraded from a village to a town.

Little Mining Town had grown even larger than it had been a few years earlier. Its walls had been rebuilt, not only raised and