Chapter 6: Calculations

Low profile, one must keep a low profile!

Zhao Hai, having read countless transmigration novels, was very clear that if you didn't know how to keep a low profile in another world, you wouldn't have a good ending. Zhao Hai believed that novels were just fantasies; the reason those protagonists could command the wind and rain in another world was entirely due to the authors giving them "golden fingers." If a person arrived in a completely unfamiliar environment and still acted arrogantly, the consequence would surely be a miserable death.

Currently, Zhao Hai’s identity was the last heir of the Buda family, and they had offended the greatest power in the Aks Empire. Under these circumstances, if he didn't know how to keep a low profile, he would certainly be the first to die.

Although he now had the spatial farm to hide in, there were too many ways to kill a person, and Zhao Hai did not want to lose his head in his sleep without even knowing why.

Just as Zhao Hai was thinking about these things, a knock on the door suddenly came. Zhao Hai was startled, but immediately said, "Come in."

Meg pushed the door open and walked in. Keeping her head down and avoiding Zhao Hai’s gaze, she bowed and said, "Young Master." She said nothing more.

Seeing Meg’s demeanor, Zhao Hai couldn't help but smile bitterly. The reason Meg wouldn't look up at him was because Adam had previously tried to molest her due to her beauty, though he hadn't succeeded. Ever since then, Meg had always avoided Adam; even when they met, she would only lower her head, call him "Young Master," and turn to leave.

Zhao Hai sighed. This was all trouble caused by Adam, yet he had to bear the consequences. Heavens, what kind of sin was this?

Looking at Meg, Zhao Hai sighed again and said, "I’m fine. You go down and rest. I’m going to sleep a bit more; just come call me when it’s time for dinner."

Meg acknowledged him, turned, and left. After stepping out, she gently closed the door for Zhao Hai. Watching Meg avoid him as if she were fleeing, Zhao Hai felt another wave of bitter amusement.

Now that his body was fully recovered and he felt no discomfort, the reason he said he wanted to rest was to organize Adam’s memories and see if there was anything else he didn't know. Furthermore, now that he had the spatial farm, it would be a great help for his future development. He needed to think about how to make the best use of this spatial farm.

Currently, he was growing radishes in his spatial farm. If he sold these radishes back to the farm system, he could get at least five hundred gold coins, meaning he would make a profit of three hundred and fifty gold coins.

He could also take these radishes out of the warehouse and have Green take them to other parts of the Ark Continent to sell; that might earn him even more gold coins.

But the main thing was that he didn't know if there were radishes on the Ark Continent. Adam had been a spendthrift; he would never have gone to buy vegetables himself. He usually ate high-quality dishes or food that was already prepared, and he never asked what ingredients were in them, so he had no idea if this continent had radishes.

If those radishes couldn't be sold outside, he would have to process them. Every part of a radish is a treasure, and the system likely only wanted the radish itself, not the leaves. Radish leaves were actually quite delicious; with simple pickling, they could become a delicacy.

Zhao Hai had lived in northern China, so he clearly remembered that when he was a child, his mother often made dishes with pickled radish leaves, and the taste was excellent.

Moreover, these radish leaves could serve as fodder for herbivorous animals. If this world didn't have radishes, they could sell the radishes and keep the leaves to feed herbivorous magical beasts. In Adam’s memories, there were some magical beasts that were easy to raise and ate anything. They could raise those beasts in large quantities, and then they wouldn't have to worry about having no meat to eat. They could even establish a ranch, which would naturally lead to more income.

Even if this world did have radishes and the price was low, if he had to sell them to the spatial shop, he could still keep the leaves. In any case, nothing should be wasted.

Because his level wasn't high enough, Zhao Hai couldn't open a ranch in the space yet, but he could start one here on the Ark Continent. Once the space leveled up, he could open the spatial ranch, and then he could raise animals from Earth.

Zhao Hai had already decided that his future development would focus on farming. In any case, the space lacked offensive power, so farming was the most suitable path for him.

He now had a large fief, a mountain, a patch of dead land, and the Rotten Corpse Swamp. All these places were his territory, but it would take a lot of time to make them useful.

Zhao Hai only hoped that the water and soil in the spatial farm could truly change the Carrion Swamp. If that were the case, he would have a vast area of arable land. No matter the time, land was the foundation of everything.

As for the issue of manpower, Zhao Hai had never worried about it, because he knew there was a type of person in this world that didn't exist on Earth: slaves.

There were no slaves on Earth, but they existed here. As long as you had money, you could buy many slaves, and their lives and deaths were entirely determined by you. They were absolutely loyal to you and wouldn't run away, because every slave had the family’s special mark branded on them. Once discovered running away without their master, the consequences would be dire.

Therefore, as long as his farm could make money, he wouldn't have to worry about people. There were plenty of slaves on the continent. Even if they weren't originally slaves, as long as someone needed them and could offer a suitable price, those nobles could turn countless people into slaves.

Nobles owned everything; the world was just that simple.

But with Zhao Hai’s current status, if he were to suddenly buy a large number of slaves, it would definitely attract the attention of those with ulterior motives. So, no matter what, he had to act with a low profile. A low profile was his guiding principle, and farming was his main direction for development.

Having thought this through, Zhao Hai let out a long breath and slowly lay down on the bed. He still felt like he was dreaming. He was originally just an ordinary shut-in on Earth. Although he liked reading transmigration novels, that didn't mean he wanted to transmigrate. But who would have thought that such a thing would actually happen to him?

Heavens, taking a shut-in away from his computer is like turning a lecher into a eunuch! This was truly too cruel.

Zhao Hai sighed deeply, threw himself onto the bed, and looked at the stone ceiling. He couldn't help but sigh again. In a place like this, there were absolutely no entertainment facilities. How was he supposed to live every day? His novels... this was truly fatal.

Perhaps because he had just received too many memories, combined with the unexpected joy of obtaining the spatial farm, Zhao Hai’s nerves had been excited for a while. Now that the excitement had passed, a wave of exhaustion washed over him, and before he knew it, he fell into a deep sleep.

What Zhao Hai didn't notice was that just as he fell asleep, his door was pushed open. Meg poked her head in to look, and seeing Zhao Hai sleeping on the bed, she walked in on tiptoe, picked up the quilt, and covered him. Then, standing by the bed, she looked at Zhao Hai and sighed, murmuring, "Young Master, you must pull yourself together. The Buda family depends entirely on you."

After saying this, she turned and walked out, gently closing the door behind her.

As soon as Meg came out of Zhao Hai’s room, Green walked over and looked at her, asking, "Meg, how is the Young Master? What is he doing?"

Meg replied, "Nothing, he’s asleep."

Green nodded and said, "Go see how your grandmother’s dinner preparation is coming along. Once it's ready, come call the Young Master for his meal. Sigh, since we’ve already reached this point, noble etiquette can only be set aside for now." After saying this, he shook his head and walked back.

Meg watched her grandfather. She understood his feelings very well. Her grandfather had dedicated his entire life to the Buda family, yet he never expected to see the family fall apart right before his eyes. How could Green’s heart not be heavy?

Meg followed behind Green toward the kitchen. Although Merine was the only cook here, she only handled the meals for their group; she didn't need to worry about what the slaves outside ate. Green had already provided food for the slaves, and they would prepare it themselves.

Meg agreed with Green’s approach. Those slaves were pitiful people, and it was already quite good for them here. Although the food wasn't great, they could at least eat their fill. If it were other nobles, they wouldn't even be allowed to eat their fill.

Meg was also very clear that the Buda family now relied entirely on her grandfather. Adam, this young master, didn't understand anything at all. Now, she only hoped that Adam would become more sensible and stop messing around; otherwise, the Buda family would truly have no hope left.

But even if Adam became sensible, he had a lot to learn. He had been a typical playboy, a classic example of someone who learned nothing. He had absolutely no experience in managing a family. If he were sensible and willing to learn, that would be one thing, but if he refused to learn and insisted on giving reckless orders, then given their current situation, they wouldn't be able to hold on for a few years.

Although the Buda family wasn't a very wealthy family before, they were still nobles. And even though they had been convicted this time, they hadn't been raided, so there was still quite a bit of money in the family—about one hundred thousand gold coins in total. This was not a small amount.

But now, that money had been exchanged by Green for various supplies, and only a little over a hundred gold coins remained. If the Buda family continued to be as extravagant as before, they would likely all be waiting to starve to death.

Now, Adam’s success or failure would determine the survival of the Buda family.