A week passed in the blink of an eye.
In the morning, a fine drizzle fell. By noon, the rain had cleared and the sun carried a touch of scorching heat.
Lei Mo straightened up. Like every farmer, his face was dark and his rough palms were covered in cracks, yet his expression was filled with joy. They had moved to a new territory, where they had at least land and wooden houses.
Ahead, an ox pulled a heavy plow, turning over plot after plot of land and carving deep furrows.
In just half an hour, several more acres had been plowed.
After doing the math, Lei Mo smiled. They could not plant wheat right away, but they could grow vegetables. Apparently, Lord Romon planned to transport them all to the city by ship and sell them.
Since that was the case, they should earn more.
Looking down from the balcony, it was not just one household below, but over a hundred newly arrived refugee families, all working joyfully.
At that moment, Romon was speaking with Meimi.
"...The merchant association has not withdrawn yet, so I discussed with them the construction of another Merchant Goddess Temple. Although the Merchant Goddess does not have much to do with the lives of ordinary residents, that is not a problem."
"As long as ordinary residents have faith and believe throughout their lives, they will eventually become qualified believers. At the same time, within the territory, they can marry, hold funerals, and conduct other rites directly under the Goddess's witness, while also receiving comfort and healing."
"Mm..." Meimi interlaced her fingers. A warm current flowed into her heart, and she nodded firmly.
Believers were divided into shallow believers, qualified believers, devout believers, and fanatics. Though farmers' professions differed somewhat from the Goddess's divine nature,