The construction of Wuyao Snake Manor was no longer as bustling as it had been in the first year.
The manor office, court, and school that had been planned for completion this year had all been indefinitely postponed.
This was an order from Russell, which Charles could only carry out.
So for the time being, he was still crammed into the shoddy rooms of the Temporary Office, working.
"Has the Magical Medicine Field for wheat been carved out yet?" Charles asked with a furrowed brow in the noisy office, questioning Boris, the head of Wheat Hamlet, who was also known as One-eyed Boris.
"It's all been carved out, a full fifteen hundred acres, Sir, not an acre less," replied One-eyed Boris enthusiastically.
Now that Wheat Hamlet had its own Magical Medicine Field, the serfs' enthusiasm for farming surged.
After all, the benefits of planting Magic Potion crops were much higher than ordinary crops, since the serfs were taxed based on a percentage of the harvest.
