Lord: Exiled by Stepmother, I'll Rule the World Anyway

"In addition, sir, I think the night collars need normal houses. The slaves are always crowded in tents made of rotten wood and rags. This is not bad. The terrible thing is that even the free people don't have houses. This will Cause dissatisfaction among the subjects, if you care about their opinions.

"This problem will take time to solve." Field pulled out a spare map from the bookshelf and handed it to Tate: "Only when I regain the forest to the east and the quarry can the problem of the house be solved. In addition, I also need to plan Let’s talk about site selection. I’ll give you this map. If you have any ideas, please let me know.”

"Yes, my lord."

Tate felt trusted and supported.

Although the Night Territory is worse than the Maple Leaf Territory, it is worse than a slum, but something new seems to be sprouting here.

Early the next morning the maid brought pudding, white bread, and goat's milk.

There are no dairy cows in the territory, only beef cattle. Fortunately, the goat milk is not bad, but the amount is very small.

Asuna was wearing a lace aristocratic dress with a waisted waist, which Field bought in Maple Leaf City and slightly modified according to Field's aesthetics.

Although Asheena likes her maid outfit very much, since she is on vacation today, she doesn't wear "work clothes".

Field was almost embarrassed to look directly at Ashina, who had put on a dress, but he still managed to regain his composure after some mental construction.

With her long hair hanging loosely, Asheena held her face with one hand, her charming and wild eyes half-opened, looking very confused, and she didn't know what she was thinking. The white silk stockings cling to the perfect leg lines, making her look noble and elegant. The sitting posture with her legs crossed squeezes out an alluring and mysterious zone.

There were stockings in this era, but they were not made of the ultra-thin material of modern times. Today's stockings are thicker, and only some flesh-colored light can be seen faintly, but they are by no means exposed.

Instead of sitting in the rigid and rigorous posture of a noble lady, Asuna's toes wrapped in stockings and slippers were dangling seductively.

In the eyes of other nobles, it would be considered rude, but Field was happy for Asuna to unleash the lively nature of the wolf demi-humans, so he would only teach some aristocratic and modern etiquette, rather than all feudal dogma.

This is the night collar anyway, Field has the final say.

"What do you need me to do today?" Asuna lazily used a silver spoon to scoop out a spoonful of pudding and put it into her mouth, showing a satisfied smile. After tasting the sweetness, Asuna blinked her big eyes and asked. , "Would you like to go treasure hunting? It would be great if you can still find treasures."

The discovery of wine and magic scrolls had previously brought the Nightfall Leader a large amount of income, and Ashina was a little obsessed with treasure hunting.

"I'm not going today. If you're willing, you can accompany me to the grassroots." Field frowned and drank the goat's milk. It was very stale, and the chef also added salt to it, so it didn't taste good.

Ashina was startled for a moment and repeated this strange word: "Go to the grassroots level?"

"Ahem, just to guide the farmers and slaves in their work."

Asheina didn't even think about it: "Okay, let's go together."

Leaving the big winery, you can see the messy slave camp at a glance, but there is no one inside now. The slaves were driven out to work by Tate early in the morning. Slaves don't have breakfast, and they don't even have time to eat. To be precise, even free people would not go to breakfast, it was too luxurious.

Ordinary people in the Middle Ages ate twice a day. Chinese food is called "breaking the fast". It is a more formal meal and you have to give thanks and pray to the gods. Dinner was more casual. Field had observed that what was called dinner was actually a late-night snack, since freedmen ate very little in the evening.

Breakfast, known as "the small meal that breaks the fast", is generally eaten by nobles. You must also pay attention to noble etiquette. For example, you cannot take breakfast back to your room to eat, and you must wash your hands with a shallow water dish and a towel before eating each dish.

Of course, this doesn't matter. Field still eats according to Chinese dining habits.

"I regret not riding a horse."

After taking just two steps, Field covered his face speechlessly. Feces could be seen everywhere on the road. Although feces can fertilize the land, it still needs to be fertilized.

"Obviously, my previous decree is invalid." Field looked around and didn't see Kaa, so he turned to the maid Scissors and said, "Go and call Kaa, the old boy, and then call the free people. Talkative."

Not long after, Kaa came over with an embarrassed look on his face, accompanied by an old man named Old Turtle Dove. Old Turtle Dove was originally a villager in the Bull Territory. After being brought here by Field as a rogue, he became the new village chief, able to solve minor problems of the free people, such as neighborhood disputes and family conflicts.

"Good day, my lord." The two of them bowed and saluted at the same time.

"Good day." Field also smiled at them, and then asked, "Is the problem of open defecation still difficult to solve? Talk about the difficulties you encountered."

Kao said with a guilty conscience: "There are too many of them! And everyone is as stupid as a pig. As soon as the words of my advice come out of my mouth, their elm heads can forget them completely. In addition, if I give verbal advice, they He didn’t take it seriously, and he even acted rogue, saying that he was a first-time offender.”

Indeed, even if some modern old people do bad things, your verbal advice will not work at all.

Moreover, I was very kind and gave them three chances. There were hundreds of people, and each of them had three chances, which was enough for the Night Leader.

After all the good words, it was time to strike hard. Field couldn't wait to confiscate their crime tools.

"Announcing it, from today onwards, anyone caught urinating in the open will be punished. Freemen will be fined one copper coin, and if they have no money, they will be punished with a whip. Slaves will be punished three times, three copper coins or three whips. There is no warning. ." Field said with a dark face, "In addition, organize the children and women among the slaves to pick up feces every day and pile them together."

What an aristocrat who loves to be clean and toss, Old Turtle Dove thought to himself, it’s just feces, I really don’t understand why it takes so much effort to get it all together, is it possible that he can also pile up a statue?

"Do you know how to fertilize and fertilize your land?" Field turned to ask the old turtle dove.

"Fertilizing?" The old turtle dove looked confused, "We will water, weed and catch insects, and of course, the most important thing is to pray. Pray to the goddess for a good harvest."

"Well."

Field's mouth twitched. No wonder there weren't many people in this era, but there wasn't enough food to eat. They were always starving to death. No matter how fertile the land was, crops would be planted frequently, and the fertility would be exhausted.

"Then you should apply fertilizer." Field pointed to the farmland, "Pile up the manure and use it to irrigate the crops after they are planted."

"Holy Harvest Goddess! I heard something! I should rip my ears off and throw them away."

The old turtle dove rolled his eyes and almost died of a cerebral hemorrhage. If the person in front of him was not the Baron, the old turtle dove would have fought with his fists.