The autumn harvest is approaching.
The blacksmith shop reports that Luka's scythes are all completed.
Everyone in town can use the short-handled scythes, but the long-handled scythes are a novelty.
Luka gathered all the strong farmers, along with Wu Si and the Wildman, to demonstrate personally.
Of course, Luka couldn't use the wheat fields for experiments, so he sent people to find a flat hillside overgrown with wormwood.
The wormwood on this piece of land was neatly grown, densely packed, perfect for practice.
"Feet apart at shoulder width, sink the center of gravity, knees slightly bent."
"Slightly lean forward, keep the waist and back straight, avoid excessive bending."
"Use the waist, arms drive the scythe from right to left, sweeping across the ground..."
...
Luka held the long-handled scythe and cut away, one stroke after another.
At first, the movements were somewhat stiff, but slowly became proficient, patiently explaining to everyone.
The morning went by quickly.
About ten clever farmers had completely learned.
Luka handed the scythes to them, instructing, "Each of you take some apprentices and go practice on the grasslands."
"Make sure everyone is able during the autumn harvest, don't waste time."
"Yes, my Lord."
The farmers nodded, dispersed to find places to experiment.
Luka instructed Otto to keep an eye on them, then returned to the manor.
Just as Luka caught his breath, Durant approached with a letter to present to Luka.
"A reply from Earl Hawk to Chris."
Luka took the letter, unfolded it, and examined it carefully.
During this period, Luka had deceived Earl Hawk three times, and now it was the third reply from Earl Hunter.
After skimming the content, Luka handed it back to Durant, his lips slightly upturned.
"Earl Hawk is getting a bit anxious, it seems they won't be fooled much longer."
The letter urgently pushed Chris to make some achievements quickly.
It even hinted that if there's no opportunity to take the town, they should plunder passing caravans.
Black Pine Ridge is not the Hawk Clan's territory, so they can act recklessly.
"What should we do?" Durant asked.
Luka replied easily, "Delay the reply for a couple of days, agree for now, just to handle them."
"After the harvest, I'll settle accounts with him."
Durant nodded, "Yes, Lord Baron."
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The autumn wind rustled, the rolling waves of wheat, under the noon sun, the wheat spikes appeared gilded.
The wheat stalks swayed with the breeze, like hanging, bountiful bosoms, rebuking the sin of hunger.
Looking far out, the vast deep brown rye fields resembled a flowing sea of coffee, rippling waves with the wind.
The farmers, breathless at the sight, as if witnessing a neighbor's wife bathing, could not stop their hands from trembling.
"Is this all real?"
A farmer stared with wide eyes, muttering to himself.
He had never seen such an abundant field, the heavy wheat spikes seemed mythical.
The wife beside him slapped him with a "pop," laughing and scolding, "If it's not real, then is it a dream?"
She couldn't hide her joy, her eyes squeezed into slits.
Such scenes were common along the road by the wheat fields.
Due to the harvest, most people in town freed up to join the grand autumn gathering.
Apart from the patrolling militia and road-repairing laborers, others hadn't seen how the wheat fields grew this year.
Luka arranged so much work, no one had time to wander idly.
They only heard it was a bumper year, but none expected it to be this exaggerated.
"How could such tiny wheat stalks produce so many grains?"
"Is it magic?"
"Did a legendary spell create it?"
"Was it Lord's added manure that did it?"
Countless thoughts sprouted like wild weeds among the crowd.
They racked their brains, trying to recall the farming techniques the Lord taught them.
"Can such results be achieved with those techniques alone?"
"Impossible!"
"Are these methods from the southern provinces?"
"No, no, my hometown never had such fine wheat!"
Lots of discussions ensued, spreading more and more absurdly.
They believed this was more related to the extraordinary.
"Could the legend of the Wildman be true?"
"Is the Lord really that Saint Master who can create a fertile Holy Land?"
Chitchatting is the best way to learn languages, so Luka let many townsfolk work with the Wildman for integration.
Once the Wildman learned some basic common language, many rumors began to spread.
Gradually, even the most skeptical started to believe.
Of course, the Wildman believed the most.
Gray Stone stared at the endless wheat fields, mouth agape, drooling without noticing.
After staring for a long time, he forcefully swallowed his saliva, turning towards the Prophet,
"Prophet, I didn't expect your divination spell to be so accurate, really finding the Holy Land."
Gray Stone's gaze burned with admiration, "Have you become the Great Prophet?"
The so-called Great Prophet is the most powerful Prophet.
The Wildman's concept of class was weak, but the Great Prophet had the distinct feature of accurately predicting the future.
Divining fortunes is one thing, predicting the future is another.
Prophet Bai Shuang remained silent, an awkward smile on their face.
A Great Prophet?
Wishful thinking!
Bai Shuang never performed divination!
It was all blind luck!
Who knew they'd hit the mark!
Prophet Bai Shuang couldn't help but turn to glance at the Lord nearby.
Luka didn't concern himself with the discussions around, continuously admiring the wheat fields with his gaze.
Amidst joy, Luka felt some regret, wishing he had planted more wheat instead of some rye fields knowing the high yield.
However, this was sufficient.
These grains were not just food; they represented future dominance, Luka's solid power base.
"Let's go, Lawrence, let's prepare to start harvesting."
Luka stepped forward, the crowd voluntarily cleared a path.
The wheat matured later than the rye, so they were to start harvesting the rye first.
Otto quickly called for the harvest team to get ready, each standing in front of their squad's wheat field.
This was pre-arranged, with a team of eight consisting of four men and four women.
The people in front were responsible for harvesting, while those behind would bind and pick up the ears.
There were many birds in the desert, and over time they would eat it up.
In addition, every three teams would have a supervisor to guide and oversee them.
Luo De walked to a patch of rye field and stopped, Lawrence respectfully handed the sickle to Luo De.
"Lord, please do it yourself."
During the harvest ceremony, the first stalk of wheat must be cut down by the lord personally.
Luo De took the sickle in hand and cleared his throat.
His gaze swept over the faces, and he said in a deep voice:
"After a year's hard work, it's finally time to harvest today."
"Every ear of wheat, every grain of food, holds everyone's sweat."
"Harvest carefully, pick up meticulously, and make sure every grain is stored,"
"As long as the harvest is completed smoothly, everyone's work points will increase by twenty percent this month!"
"Yes, my Lord!"
The crowd responded in unison, with excitement and surprise in their loud voices.
Luo De walked to the edge of the field, bent down to cut the first stalk of wheat, and raised it high,
"Start harvesting!"
"Wa-ho-ho!"
With his command, the farmers carried sickles and cheered as they rushed into the fields, the wildmen bounced around excitedly.
Luo De's work was done, but he didn't leave.
Luo De wanted to stay at the field's edge, personally overseeing the entire harvest process.
He casually placed the wheat in a bag, and was just about to move forward when a prompt appeared before his eyes,
[First stalk of wheat harvested in autumn, unlocked entry: Food Gatherer]
[Food Gatherer (White): Gathering gives you a better understanding of various crops' properties, allowing you to make more delicious foods.]
A flood of knowledge about ingredients rushed into Luo De's mind, along with various cooking skills.
However, it was all common plant-based ingredients Luo De had seen, nothing involving meat.
"Chef-specific entry?"
Luo De's lips curled slightly, finding it a bit interesting.
Though it seemed useless, occasionally making some delicious food to satisfy one's cravings was a nice way to relax.
Luo De then looked at the next entry,
[Next entry: Gather more crops and personally make ten different dishes, unlock: Daily Delicacy]
"Looks like I'm heading into the culinary realm?"
Luo De raised an eyebrow, wondering if this entry's progression would lead to a 'Food Lord'?
However, the unlocking conditions for this entry were not complicated.
Just ten dishes, including frying, grilling, steaming, and cold dishes.
Luo De had time to learn that now.
Everyone was busy with the autumn harvest, so to save time, Luo De had the women in charge of the slaves' meals set up large pots directly in the fields.
Of course, the autumn harvest's lunch was quite coarse, consisting mainly of pre-made jerky and bread.
The large pots in the fields were mainly for boiling soup for everyone.
Luo De used this big pot as an opportunity to practice.
Stewed soup, tomato paste soup, grilled salted fish, stuffed rolls…
Without any flashy techniques, Luo De made the simplest ten dishes just to unlock the entry.
"L-Lord, you're really doing the cooking yourself, just these…?"
Lawrence muttered as he looked at the simple dishes on the table, "I thought it would be some grand lunch…"
"Smack!"
Luo De slapped Lawrence on the head, "Eat if there's food, why all the chatter!"
"Finish eating and get back to work!"
"Alright, alright!"
Lawrence quickly bowed his head and shut his mouth, while Gang Le, Avril, and others chuckled nearby.
Luo De didn't pay them any more mind and placed a platter of honeyed dried fruits in front of Avril.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome, everyone dig in."
With Luo De's command, everyone began to eat.
Lawrence picked up a meat roll and dipped it in soup, stuffing it into his mouth, while Gang Le directly lifted a bowl, making pig-like noises as he slurped.
Perhaps influenced by Luo De, his subordinates had become less mannered while eating, only pretending in front of guests.
Except Avril.
Avril thanked and forked a small piece of dried blueberry into her mouth.
"Mm!"
Avril's eyes lit up, filled with surprise,
"It's delicious!"
"The honey is just right, and this dried blueberry is both sour and sweet!"
"The meat roll also seems particularly fragrant…"
"Another bowl of that paste soup!"
...
Everyone expressed their praise, and Martha, who was always the head chef, pouted.
These guys, always saying nice things to the lord, flattering him.
How good could these simple foods be?
Martha didn't believe it.
But seeing everyone's shocked expressions, she secretly left a spoonful for herself in a small bowl while serving the paste soup to Gang Le.
Once everyone was immersed in the food, she quickly poured it into her mouth, seriously tasting it.
Is this really just simple paste soup?
Martha couldn't believe it, did the lord add spices?
She carefully scooped through the paste soup twice but didn't find anything unusual.
Luo De wasn't smug because of everyone's praise; most of his cooking skills came from the entry knowledge, just following instructions.
What Luo De cared more about was the next entry.
After making the honeyed dried fruits platter, the system prompt indicated it was unlocked.
Luo De immediately opened it to check,
[Daily Delicacy (Green): Through careful observation, you can discern the taste of food and determine if it has gone bad or contains abnormal materials.]
"Abnormal materials…"
Luo De pondered for a moment, "So you can tell if the food is poisoned?"
Of course, poison would certainly be an abnormal material!
This realization brought joy to Luo De's heart!
He hadn't expected an unexpected surprise from unlocking an entry so easily!
Luo De quickly looked to the next entry,
[Next entry: Add special effect ingredients to your dishes, create ten different dishes with special effects, unlock: Extraordinary Foodie]
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