I Became A Black Merchant In Another World

The harvest was in full swing in the Rothschild estate’s Mare village.@@novelbin@@

Galeo, like the others, was focused on reaping the wheat with a large sickle.

With his right hand gripping the lower part of the sickle’s handle and his left hand slightly higher on the handle, he swung the sickle in a semicircular motion, using his arms and waist.

Each time the sickle moved, the wheat fell in clumps.

Compared to the small sickle he used previously, the work was progressing about five times faster.

In fact, it was so easy compared to the old days that casual conversation began to flow naturally.

“Do you remember when the Baron suddenly told us to farm in ways we’d never heard of?”

“Oh, this spring? When the village chief unexpectedly told us to plant beans in the fallow land, I thought the sky was turning yellow.”

Up until last year, the Rothschild estate, like other territories in the Toscana Empire, followed the traditional three-field system.

A fallow field for one year, a spring planting field, and a fall planting field.

It was common knowledge that the land needed to be left fallow for one year every three years.

‘If you don’t leave the field fallow on time, your crops fail. That’s common sense.’

When they were told to break this obvious truth, everyone was understandably anxious.

Though farming seems like something anyone can do year after year, it’s not that simple.