European Emperor Cultivation System

Chapter 138

"What's the status of the grain reserves around Canapville? How much surplus there is approximately."

After the meeting, Possant specifically consulted the manager in charge of the new fiefdom. The other party had just finished counting during the day, and immediately rushed back without stopping.

"Most of those nobles are living in debt. If this ration is saved, it can only support 1000 people for a week." The man wiped the sweat from his brow and hurriedly reported the results of the statistics.

Posang shook his head, "You can't be careless about things like war. At least you have to calculate them in sufficient quantities. Just tell me honestly how much you need. I won't blame you."

"If you give them all in full, there is still a week's worth left."

Possant frowned and stroked his chin. Fighting a war is indeed more troublesome than imagined, and it cannot be done without adequate preparation.

"Okay, the Chamber of Commerce will make up for the remaining grain by then. You can start gathering the remaining grain from nearby areas to Canapville tomorrow morning."

The other party nodded, and was a little curious, "I heard that Caen has made a big move?"

Posang is not worried about this, "I am very curious about what the lord said about using capital instead of sword and shield to conquer the Quartet. Before this, everything done was paving the way and was worthwhile. In terms of logistics, The full power is given to us, which is also the trust that the lord has placed in us."

"Work hard for a better tomorrow." Posang stepped forward and put his hand on his shoulder to encourage him.

"Yes, Mr. Possang, I am happy to share your worries."

The news of the hostilities with Caen has already spread throughout the city, but the civilians are not interested in it. After all, daily life is a problem, so there is no way to care about other chores. The right is to talk about it after dinner. use.

The ruling class has all entered a state of preparation for battle. After all, the opponent's strength is several times that of their own, and they are crushed by the number of cavalry. The equipment and combat effectiveness are not at the same level. This battle can only be outsmarted, not reckless.

Naturally, Li Peijun didn't want Catherine to get involved in this kind of real tough battle. Even if the other party was stalking, Li Peijun didn't want to nod and agree. By the way, he ordered Socia to help watch it for a few days, so as not to be distracted during the war.

In order to facilitate the command and dispatch in the early stage, the four of Li Peijun lived in Bernard's fief tonight, and the delivery of food and weapons personnel could start tomorrow morning, but there was still a step in the plan that needed to be completed.

"bang"

The iron door of the dungeon was opened, and in the dark and damp basement, only a few flickering torches warmed the body. Those nobles who were originally aloof were now detained into these narrow cells. His arrogance has long been wiped out, and the fire of anger can no longer be seen in his eyes.

Ben naively thought it was just a short guard for a few days, and he would be free after the family paid the ransom, but he never thought that Li Peijun planned to completely eradicate the aristocratic forces in the fief, and the last extravagant hope in his mind was also disillusioned.

For those who can be reformed, Li Peijun will naturally entrust them with heavy responsibilities. Out of management needs, the surrendering nobles will be dispersed in batches to various departments to try out posts, and those who are stubborn will be relegated to common people and exiled to other places.

When the nobles in the prison saw Li Peijun patrolling inside, they all leaned against the iron cage and begged for mercy: "Lord... Lord, please spare me. I don't want anything. I just want to live. Please, don't kill me." .”

"Even if you're a slave, I'm no longer a commoner." The cry at the end of the corridor, as long as you can survive at this moment, nothing matters.

Li Peijun completely ignored their pleas. For a qualified ruler, kindness is only for his own people. Excessive mercy will harm himself. It is God's business to save all living beings.

"If you are really willing to integrate into Harfleur and accept the city's rules and regulations, the city hall will naturally have a suitable position for you, and your title of nobility will also be retained, although it no longer has actual power, it is just an honorary title."

"Who is the new lord of Canapville, let me know." Li Peijun shouted three times with his back to the iron gate and towards the cage.

"I... I am."

A timid whisper came from one of the cells. Li Peijun pressed his sword in one hand and held a torch in the other. , is a young man about his own age.

With a playful smile, Li Peijun confirmed it again. "Are you really the new lord of Carnapville?"

"I...I am, I just took office, and I haven't done anything bad, don't...don't kill me." The man seemed quite frightened, and he just knelt down and kowtowed for mercy.

"I heard that you haven't gone to Caen to swear allegiance, have you?"

"That's right, I'm not one of them, I...I'd like to swear allegiance to you now, please...please let me go." Thinking that there was a chance of life, the guy directly recited the oath Come.

Li Peijun sneered, took out the blank parchment and quill that he had prepared earlier and handed them in, and brought the torch closer again.

"Write a letter for me and I will read it. Don't try to tamper with the content. If you copy a word wrong, you know the consequences."

Li Peijun coaxed and tricked him, and gestured to wipe his neck again.

The nobleman was so frightened that he couldn't help but pick up the parchment and quill pen on the ground with trembling hands, trying to force himself to concentrate so as not to miss a word.

"Your hands are shaking, can you calm down a little, can you write like this?" Before Li Peijun started to read, the guy's hands were already shaking enough to draw an electrocardiogram on the parchment.

"Only... as long as you don't kill me, I can do it. I can be a cow or a horse." In desperation, the noble directly pressed his right hand tightly with his left hand to prevent it from moving.

In fact, Li Peijun did not intend to kill them all, perhaps because the first batch of trial nobles had no news, and some people in the dungeon were spreading rumors.

Li Peijun deliberately read very slowly in order to ensure the integrity of the information. At this time, the nobleman was just a tool for reproduction, and he had no interest in the content of the letterhead.

"No, have you finished writing?"

"Written...finished." The noble handed it back with trembling hands and signed his name.

Li Peijun checked it carefully again, on the one hand to confirm whether the content had been tampered with, and on the other hand to see if the other party had any hidden tricks.

"You have done a good job. The second batch of trial posts will be given priority to you. If you have a certain level of awareness, I believe you can integrate into Hafleur." After dealing with the matter, Li Peijun didn't bother to pester him again He just said a few perfunctory words and then turned around and left.

"Thank you, my lord."

Although he didn't know what the job test meant, and he didn't know the meaning of integration, but seeing the other party's pleasant smile, the nobleman felt relieved that his life was saved.

(End of this chapter)