New World, New Life: I Became A Bigshot In The Ancient World

Wilson had no issue with answering.

"We’ve built storehouses and graneries. We also hired farmers to farm the land and informed the Fief Lords to do the same."

"Father issued a decree to the Fief Lords that storehouses and granaries be built in every fief and that workers should be hired to work on the lands." Ivan added.

Wilson continued. "We hired workers to work with the farmers and help with drying and storing the food. Large quantities of grain have already been stored that could last up to six months, along with dried fruits and vegetables that could last up to five months for each fief."

"The workers and farmers are being paid their wages. This has also improved the people’s living condition." Melvin said.

"Thanks to this arrangement, there will be ample food during winter, and when the famine comes, we can sell the stored grain to the common folk at a low price, maybe even to people from other kingdoms. A famine caused by locusts will not affect our kingdom alone." Aristia said and took a sip of her tea.

After a short pause, she added. "Uncle, we could use this famine to our advantage."

That was the reason she was here.

"How so?" Fedor asked, interested.

They all say up straighter to listen to what she had to say.

"This is an opportunity," she began, scanning each and every one of their faces. She smirked, knowing full well that she had their undivided attention. "To find out our allies and enemies."