How To Get Revenge On My Sister Who Stole My Husband (16 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 59

“I’d like to make use of the fallow fields.”

“Fallow fields?”

“Yes. As you well know, Uncle, our family’s lands are honestly too barren for farming—after harvesting wheat for one year, we have to leave that precious land idle the next. Moreover, even our annual wheat yield is pitifully low compared to families with fertile estates.”

“…True. Your late father also constantly worried about that. But there’s simply no good solution, is there? It’s cheaper to leave the land fallow for a year than to dump all that fertilizer on it.”

Saying this, the Marquis let out a quiet sigh. I smiled brightly and opened my mouth.

“I’ve found a way to solve that problem.”

“What? How?”

“By planting crops that restore the soil’s fertility in the fallow fields.”

“Crops that restore soil fertility? Do such things really exist?”

“Yes. According to my informant, the island kingdom of Polumineth—the realm that harvests the most wheat and rye on the continent—solves this very issue by sowing clover grass in their fallow fields. Not only does this grass help restore the soil, but it can also be fed to livestock like cattle or goats, making it highly versatile.”

The Marquis looked at me skeptically and said,

“…Hmm, that’s hard to believe. Can the soil’s fertility really be restored just by planting some common weed like that? It seems to me that weed would actually drain the soil further.”

“The first queen of Polumineth, who originally introduced this method, reportedly reacted just like you, Uncle. But look at the results now—they’ve achieved remarkable success. In fact, the queen even declared this farming technique a state secret. Doesn’t that secrecy itself prove how effective the method really is?”

“…Hmm. Even so, I still find it very doubtful.”

Despite my further explanations, the Marquis shook his head, clearly still unconvinced. I stared at him silently and thought,

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