Seeing this, Velin hurriedly helped the two of them up and said with a smile, "I said, you two become my guardian knights, and I will do my best to cultivate you."
"In the future, the two of you will form a knight order with the contracted as the main body, and I will fully support you."
"Lord, we will be the sword in your hand, and we will be loyal to you forever, until the moment we fall." Orlando and Hebrew looked at Verin with reverence and respect in their eyes, and spoke from the bottom of their hearts.
Looking at the two teenagers who were gradually growing up, he might understand what the wings of fate told him.
In the next few days, the 3,000 mu of jicama and 2,000 mu of vegetable roots planted three months ago gradually matured.
For the first batch of mature food crops, Verin attached great importance to it and personally organized freemen and serfs to harvest them.
Looking at the mountains of beans and vegetable roots, Verin smiled.
"Lord, the joy of harvesting is always pleasing to the body and mind." Baird looked at so much food, his tone was full of memories, and he couldn't help but sigh.
"Yes! The harvest is joy, and it also represents the success of the first step in my career."
Velin picked up a jicama, swept away the soil on it, and with a light force, broke it apart and handed half of it to Baird.
After taking a bite, the refreshing taste and sweet juice reminded him of when he ate sweet potatoes in his previous life.
After five days of harvest, three thousand acres of land harvested 1.35 million catties of potato, an average yield of 450 catties per mu. Two thousand acres of land harvested 400,000 catties of vegetable roots, an average yield of 200 catties per mu.
According to the previous tax rules, he will get 810,000 catties of jicama and 320,000 catties of vegetable roots.
In addition, for the excess food in the hands of the freemen, Weilin also asked Baird to order a collection, and to buy one copper coin for one catty of potato and two copper coins for one catty of vegetable roots.