After leaving earth in a pathetic way, Asher finds his soul in the body of a baron's bastard son. As the last surviving member of the Ashbournes, Asher must take up the mantle and build his territory or die in the jaws of a beast or the blades of hungry nobles greedy for his territory. Luckily, he did not enter this man-eat-man world without support. [Ding! Soulbinding successfully completed.] [Would the host like to upgrade your bronze-ranked butler to a powerful silver-ranked swordsman? Yes or No.] ............. https://discord.com/invite/8Ufe4789YX
After a proper rest, Asher went to the wheat fields, which were now inside the walls. The wheat fields were vast and looking at the wheat, Asher sighed. They couldn't compare to the maize on the other side; in fact, the difference was so great that the wheat farmers and the maize farmers were like the rich and the poor.
One side looked fatter and the other looked thinner. Working in the wheat fields was like hell compared to farming in the maize fields. The maize always produced a bountiful harvest and it was harvested monthly!
The wheat had a much longer duration and its produce wasn't anything special.
For this reason, only a few farmers worked on the wheat fields and because of this, wheat had to be imported or it couldn't meet the wants of the people. At this point, they imported salt, sugar, oil, spices, and much more, but Asher was about to eliminate oil from the list.