After the celebration ended, Roman also tallied the total amount of grain harvested in Fertile City this round.
It was better than expected.
One hundred thousand acres of land, nearly twenty million pounds of wheat.
He planned to increase the population of Fertile City to one hundred thousand this year, two hundred pounds of wheat per person, it was barely enough.
But the more grain, the better.
...
At that time, the soul of Fertile City had awakened from the harvest celebration.
In the past, no one had told them what they were doing, nor had anyone explained what good it did; they just kept on working.
Roman could force them to labor because there were three meals a day, and they wouldn't go hungry.
But enthusiasm was not to be expected; three meals a day were three meals a day, and there was no telling when the master might cancel them out of discontent.
They had all been through such experiences before.
