European Emperor Cultivation System

Chapter 64

"Birmingham, what's the tax situation on the estate?"

As a lord, Li Peijun began to understand the daily production of the manor after initially solving the problem of farmland. After all, he had no source of income except the food output of the manor and the tax revenue from the town.

After all, planting flowers is still a condiment after leisure and elegance, and it is better to solve the problem of running towards a well-off life first.

"Reporting to the lord, the current collection of rye is about 300 malts, which can feed an army of [-] people for a week." Birmingham is very clear about this.

"Huh? How much is left uncharged."

Li Peijun is very unfamiliar with the weight unit of the malt, but he can only make a rough conversion based on the situation described later.

"Should be about seven hundred maltas."

"Those were taken away by pirates before." Li Peijun scratched the back of his head, looking a little helpless.

"Not all of them, some of them left because of temporary tax increases." Birmingham nodded.

Li Peijun scanned his fief again. This manor, which was supposed to be complete with agriculture, forestry and fishery, now has no livestock, and the means of production are extremely backward. It seems that the previous lord has all his heart on God.

"Hey, even people are so lazy." Li Peijun shook his head involuntarily.

In the field where the seeds were still being planted, several women were strolling in the field with wooden containers. If it weren't for their inappropriate attire, Li Peijun would have thought they were here to collect wind.

The seeds were dropped on the ground by the peasant women like melon seed shells. The tense atmosphere of spring plowing and labor could not be felt at all during the chatting and laughing.

The farmer who turned the soil and loosened the soil behind him was also absent-minded, and the plow rake unconsciously tilted.

In medieval manors, the peasants' dependence on the lords was basically to the extent of selling themselves out. The lords also wantonly exploited and oppressed the peasants' energy and value. But the scene in front of him made Li Peijun feel that he was in a pastoral nursing home. The former lord What an inaction.

"Your Excellency Birmingham, you will be the manager of my manor together with Weiner in the future. You are in charge of production and construction, and he is in charge of tax collection."

"Okay, my lord, I am happy to serve you." Birmingham bowed in thanks.

"Did the former lord not come to inspect the manor often?" Li Peijun saw such a dilapidated scene, the former lord must be to blame.

Birmingham was blunt for a while, but instead let out a sneering laugh, "He has never been here at all. Once I heard Weiner say that he was really busy and went out of the city, and ended up running to Kaqi's territory , almost got into a fight with others, haha."

Medieval lords could even take the wrong route to their fiefdoms. It was truly ridiculous.

"After returning to the city, I read the Bible for another day. Anyway, the former lord was very lazy. He just stayed in the monastery all day and only collected taxes. Sometimes he forgot himself and even forgot to eat." Birmingham resumed Straightening out his anger, he laughed even louder.

"I heard Weiner say that every time he took the collected taxes and rye to the monastery, he could hear his hearty reading."

"You know what? He reads the same passage every time, hahahaha."

"Later, Weiner was curious and couldn't help but ask Father Marcel. The priest said that the guy had a poor memory and forgot to recite and recite it every day for fear of being scolded by the Lord, so he started from the beginning again the next day. "

"How can you say there is such a funny lord, hahaha, I'm dying."

Birmingham laughed loudly, his simple appearance was fully revealed, and he didn't have any scruples about the current lord standing in front of him.

Li Peijun almost couldn't help laughing when he heard the dirty information about his former lord, but for the sake of the majesty of his lord, he forced himself to adjust his facial muscles to put on a serious face.

"Your Excellency Birmingham, this occasion should be more serious and lively when it should be lively."

"Yes, Lord." Birmingham responded while smiling.

"Do you know the status of the other three fiefdoms? Especially the Oster and Kaqi families."

At this moment, Li Peijun has already estimated the situation on his side, just one word - poor!

"The guy from the Possant's family who came back from the beach said that his family has a lot of property, but he is a nobleman in the market and has no fiefdom. Although he has rich financial resources, he has no political status. I only consult with him when dealing with money."

This is the same as the information I heard from the honest boy of the Posang family. Businessmen at this time did not have much social status. After all, in the self-sufficient feudal economy, businessmen were too mobile and were not conducive to management. Most rulers were Excessive taxes were imposed on merchants to extract value.

Rich but no status?This happened to be what Li Peijun wanted. After all, he was poor and useless now, and all he had was the title of the lord. Naturally, he wanted to exchange for some real benefits. When the time came, he would throw an olive branch to try it out.

"Your Excellency Kaqi, it was five or six years ago that he gained power. The territory is not that big, and the area of ​​the fief is less than half of ours. I don't know about other things."

Li Peijun was relieved, after all, land and population are the symbols of strength.

"The words of the Oster family have been rooted in Harfleur for a long time. I only saw them once bought ten horses and ten cows at a market, and I don't know much about the others." Birmingham shook his head. , but also helpless.

"Let's go, this local snake is so rich, it can sell 20 cattle at once, so they can assemble a lot of cavalry, and it should be more than enough to make a [-]-man raiding party."

Li Peijun calmed down and said calmly: "I will buy some of the livestock on the territory from the city when conditions permit. Remember to start construction on the cesspool early. If you find it smells too strong, dig it further away."

"Okay, my lord, I am happy to serve you."

"This pious previous lord really left me with a lot of mess." Li Peijun complained silently in his heart.

　Malt: a unit of weight in the Middle Ages, 1 Malt = 100-700 liters. The weights and measures standards in the early Middle Ages were very confusing. There were great differences in various places, and there were few unified standards.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)