Farming with Entries: From Lord to Emperor-Chapter 607 - 297: Gift_2

The Blacksmith Shop created agricultural tools based on the quantities reported by the Ministry of Agriculture, while the carpenter's workshop was responsible for making wagons.

Otto, along with the serfs from the Ministry of Agriculture, was not idle either. Before the wheat matured, they cleared roads and collected dry firewood and tree roots for winter fuel.

The Animal Husbandry Department also needed to stockpile a large amount of hay as feed for the livestock in winter.

Meanwhile, Gang Le led the army roaming the west of the border town, occasionally raiding nearby villages.

With the assistance of the wild people of the Eagle Feather Race and the Shadow Guard, Gang Le truly mastered guerrilla warfare, like a phantom, and the Cold Blade Clan's repeated efforts to encircle them ended in failure.

In fact, aside from the initial robbery that captured three hundred people and two caravans, Gang Le's subsequent gains were minimal.

It would be more profitable to have those soldiers hunt on the Razor Plain.

But Luo De was determined to aggravate the Cold Blade Clan, ensuring that the border town remained unsettled.

Even if it couldn't be considered a Sword of Damocles, it had to be like a fishbone stuck in the border town's throat.

The autumn wind of October carried the sweet aroma of harvest across the endless wheat fields.

Golden waves of wheat swayed in the wind, like surging waves in the ocean.

The bountiful wheat ears bent the once straight stalks, teaching them to bow, becoming more mature.

Sunlight poured over the wheat fields, turning the entire desert into a golden hue.

The edges of the wheat fields were crowded with serfs.

Their faces flushed with excitement, their eyes burning as they stared at the golden wheat fields before them.

Such full and bountiful wheat ears were a miraculous sight many had never seen in their lives.

Their hands holding the sickles trembled slightly, and some serfs who had fled from hardship even had tears in their eyes.

At this moment, they remembered the days of fleeing, the nightmare of hunger.

Children responsible for picking wheat ears stood on tiptoe behind the women, straining to see what the adults described as a harvest.

As in the previous year, after an inspiring speech by Luo De, he took the sickle handed to him by Otto at the field's edge.

This sickle was completely different from the ordinary iron sickle of last year.

The blade was made of silver, dazzling in the sunlight.

The silver handle was engraved with exquisite wheat patterns, symbolizing harvest and abundance.

Holding the sickle, Luo De chose the fullest wheat ear at the field's edge and swung the sickle.

With a crisp "snap," the wheat stalk broke.

Luo De held the wheat ear symbolizing the harvest high above his head, for all to see.

Golden kernels glistened in the sunlight, like countless tiny pieces of gold.

"Begin the harvest!"

Luo De's loud voice echoed across the fields, instantly igniting everyone's enthusiasm.

"Oh ho ho!"

The serfs charged into the wheat fields excitedly, swinging their sickles at the swaying wheat ears in the wind.

"Swish swish swish—"

The sound of cutting wheat filled the air, playing the symphony of the harvest.

The young and robust serfs wielded their sickles swiftly, their sweat quickly soaking their linen clothes.

The middle-aged serfs, experienced and precise with each cut, were no less than the younger ones.

The women proficiently and methodically bundled the cut wheat ears into sheaves.

Some women carried baskets and followed with their children, picking up the fallen wheat grains.

In no time, the wheat field transformed into a massive workshop, with everyone bustling about for the autumn harvest.

"Lawrence, how much grain do you think we can harvest this year?"

Luo De watched the harvesting scene, a faint smile on his lips.

"I dare not imagine, my lord."

Lawrence took a deep breath,

"I only know that in the coming month, one barrel after another filled with wheat will fill those empty granaries."

"Don't celebrate too soon, Lawrence."

Luo De chuckled, "You need to be prepared to feed more people."

"I know, my lord."

"I know your territory won't stop expanding."

Lawrence grinned, "But next year, we can clear more land for farming."

"One day, the granaries will overflow with barrels of grain."

"Well said, Lawrence, you're starting to think big."

Luo De nodded with satisfaction, instructing, "Tell Otto not to forget to harvest in the Ice Blade Valley, Long Winter Town, and the Frozen Bone Wasteland."

"Yes, my lord."

Lawrence's face beamed with a smile, "Rest assured, my lord, I won't let Otto waste a single grain in the fields."

Luo De nodded, not lingering any longer, and turned to leave.

During the autumn harvest, Luo De, fearing he might scare the serfs and affect the harvest, rode Night Fury across the desert instead of the Frost Thunderbolt.

The main task for Night Fury now was to breed among the mares, so these galloping moments were rare and made him especially excited.

Vivian's horse couldn't keep up with Night Fury, always maintaining a few dozen meters' distance.

Only upon reaching the outskirts of Frost Leaf Town did Vivian come alongside Luo De,

"Baron, my sister says the crafting of Bone Hand is complete."

"So soon?"

Luo De's eyes lit up, "Let's go take a look!"

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In Avril's personal studio, a skeleton hand made of bones lay quietly on the workbench.

The five fingers of the skeleton hand were long and delicate, each finger bone polished smooth as jade, with joints connected by fine metal wire.

The metacarpal bone was wide and sturdy, engraved with intricate patterns that were clearly runes.

The wrist bone also bore runes, with edges wrapped in animal hide and tied with straps.

"Is this your masterpiece?"