"That's right."
"When I get home, I'm gonna enshrine Lord Good."
The townspeople carried their grain, praising Good all the while.
Meanwhile, at the daimyo's residence in Hakumai.
Good sat at his desk, looking over the grain harvest report submitted by his officials. The corners of his mouth were harder to hold down than a misfiring AK.
Nearly a hundred thousand mu of fertile farmland had yielded a bumper harvest.
Thirty thousand tons of rice had piled up in the granaries!
That much rice was enough to feed the Beasts Pirates for an entire year. Converted into money, it would fetch no less than five hundred million Beli, and selling it abroad would bring in even more.
And this was just one harvest. Hakumai's climate allowed for two harvests a year. Two times five hundred million made one billion Beli.
Then there were the other regions.
Grain production alone could yield as much as five billion Beli a year.
The equivalent of one of the Four Emperors!
Whatever the undertaking, once the quantity rose high enough, it could easily produce a qualitative change, especially on a national scale.
That was the beauty of collecting rent!
"Heh heh heh, developing the workforce really is the way to go."
Given Wano Country's level of development, labor was the foundation of everything. Obtaining labor was simple, too: just keep the people from starving.
Although Wano Country didn't have many young workers, as long as they could still move, even people in their seventies and eighties could work the fields!
Those old men and women in God of Wealth Town had all found a second wind.
Of course, he couldn't let the people eat their fill, either.
He had to make it so that slacking off meant going hungry, while working hard only kept