Chapter 212: A bountiful harvest (sorry, I was out of my mind last night).

Northern Province, Night Territory. Field dealt with government affairs in the morning and trained combat skills in the afternoon.

A month passed in a flash. As the wheat matured quickly, the completely recovered manor was dyed a brilliant golden color.

Freeman Bob looked at the wheat as high as a hill on the carriage, feeling dizzy as if he was dreaming. He actually grew wheat in the North, and there was endless wheat to be harvested in the farmland he reclaimed.