A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 375 : Helen · Faust - Three - III

For he saw them, the shoots on the field, vast expanses of... sprouting shoots.

In just half a day and one night, with just... some water.

"..."

James' legs gave way, and he knelt tremblingly on the ground, reaching out to touch the sprouting shoots, so tender and green, as if they could drip water, the freshest of sprouts.

He had never seen sprouts so perfect.

Then, farmers began to arrive at the field one after another, their reactions the same as Laurel and James'.

Some even knelt on the ground, burying their faces in the soil that had become as fertile as if from a fairyland overnight, weeping uncontrollably.

And then, not until deep into the night did anyone reluctantly leave the field.

On the second day, the green wheat seedlings visibly grew taller, already showing signs of leafing. This time, all the farmers brought a day's worth of food, each still squatting by the field, not moving an inch. By nightfall, some even took out bedding from their packs, laying it right beside the field, and covered themselves with blankets as sleepiness deepened.

By the fourth day, the wheat, now as tall as James' chest and leaving every farmer in awe, began to form ears. The farmers, happy, hugged each other, regardless of whether they knew each other or the age differences. At this moment, the hope and joy they harbored were so unified, and the hard work and fatigue they had endured resonated so perfectly together.

On the sixth day, the wheat had flowered, and the green color had turned to the golden yellow of harvest. The incredibly full ears of wheat once again brought celebration among the farmers. They splashed water on each other, took off their shirts, letting their dark, lean skin become as hot and fervent under the sun as their hearts.

They sang simple and rustic songs, their coarse and hoarse voices carrying happiness and joy far and wide.

On the seventh day, from the gates of Pelican City, the city walls were crowded with people.

Because everyone saw that the farmland outside the city had turned into a golden sea.

James knelt in front of the field, continuously kissing the wheat ears in his hands, kissing the ground beneath his feet, tears in his eyes flowing uncontrollably.

"Too much... so it's not needed?" the young man murmured to himself.

"You're not just a simple fool... Pelican City definitely can't consume this much grain, that's for sure."

Listening to Laurel's words, James thought for a while, then smiled and said, "That's okay, isn't it a good thing if everyone is well-fed?"

"Heh, don't you want to make money?" Laurel stared into James' eyes, "Or do you think this is enough, do you think, damn it, rolling around in the fields for a lifetime, feeling full is damn enough?"

"If it can be sold..."

The man's greed was not hidden in his words: "If it can be sold, that would be... how much money!"

"..." James looked at the golden wheat, opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

If... all of this could be sold.

Pipes, coats, shoes... no, no, no... he could buy better things, for his father, for his elder brother, for the woman he had yet to confess his feelings to, better things.

And it only took seven days!

"I... Laurel."

James lowered his voice nervously: "I, I want to make money, what should I do?"

Laurel looked at the naive young man who had taken the bait, a slow smile spreading across his lips:

"Pelican City can't sell it, but who says... all this grain can only be sold in this tiny, tiny Pelican City?"

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