Chapter 39: Civilization Progresses Well When There Are No Dark Ages
When the capital was out of sight, the view outside the window was filled with lush green fields.
I’m assuming that it’s probably wheat since bread is usually served for meals… Is wheat already planted at this time of the year? Unfortunately, I didn’t have any knowledge in this area from my previous life, so I couldn’t discern whether it was the same plant from Earth or something completely different.
“Farmland as far as the eye can see… As expected of the Empire.”
Rosalia, who was also looking out the window, said… Ah, I see. I can just ask her.
“Is this all wheat?”
“What is… wheat?”
Oh, she doesn’t understand that word?
… Does that mean that they don’t call it wheat in this world? Or is it something else altogether?
“What is bread made from?”