Chapter 18: At the Time, I Thought It Was Just Ordinary

Today marked Roman's 30th day in Sige Town.

Sige Town welcomed a heavy downpour.

Throughout the past month, the land had seen three or four rainfalls, but those were so light they only dampened the soil, hardly impacting cultivation and labor, and were still within Roman's tolerance.

Working in the rain was routine for farmers.

But today's rain was intense, as if enveloping the entire world in a layer of misty water vapor.

The spring rain was persistent and fine, like mist or cow hair, dense and unceasing.

It showed no signs of letting up after half a day.

For once, Roman allowed himself a bit of a lie-in.

He had not taken a break over the past month, his days filled with tasks—be it plowing the land, chopping trees, or cutting vegetables—his workload was tremendous, deeply satisfying, feeling as if he had endless energy.

However, it was merely an illusion, for in the end, his flesh and blood body needed rest.