Transmigration of the bastard lord

The old man Taizu once said that without investigation, there is no right to speak.

Fu Youguang has self-knowledge, and with the pissing nature of this world, don't even think about the Great Workers-Peasants United Revolution.Even, don't worry about the places that your hands can't reach for the time being.But he couldn't ignore the situation within the sphere of power of the bastard Sig.

To put it simply, Fu Youguang, who still had revolutionary ideas, aimed his first revolutionary goal at himself.

Resolutely rejected the exaggeratedly luxurious carriage. Under the silent pressure of the earl, Ms. Vivienne compromised and replaced it with an ordinary box-shaped carriage that was actually used by the castle for purchase. Warcraft has also been replaced by the most common wildebeest.Well, a kind of thing with a unicorn on its forehead, which is somewhat similar to the legendary unicorn.But it's definitely not the so-called pure white, but rather gray and small in size, which looks a little awkward.

When I rejected the twelve soldiers, I ran into trouble... These guys seemed to be going crazy in the castle. When they heard that the Earl refused to take them, their eyes were like rabbits...

Well, who told Fu Youguang to be soft-hearted... After asking them to change their regular clothes, they all took them with them.

In this way, the team will be huge: Daniel, the third-rank walker who is proficient in various assassination techniques, will definitely not leave the earl, and the priest Mr. Bingley must also accompany him, plus twelve people who have been bored in the castle for two years A professional strongman with green eyes... Well, before he set off, he saw Vivienne changing into women's riding clothes and sitting on the cart with a rein in one hand and a whip in one hand, and he didn't even have the strength to complain.

It has been mentioned countless times before that the technology in this world is not backward, and basically has everything that should be there, so the shock absorber of the carriage is a must.When he got into the carriage, Fu Youguang still couldn't help but find that there was a sofa bed crammed into the narrow carriage that was temporarily converted into the lord's car...

Also sitting in the carriage was the pastor Mr. Bingley. He was probably the only one in the group who was unwilling to take part in this trip with his ashen face... Sigh, why did he collect so much offering money and didn't tell the earl No power yet.

Ms. Vivienne, who had changed into her riding clothes, was full of heroism. After a pleasant drink, the short but powerful wildebeest pulled the carriage and slowly drove out of the gate of the castle.On both sides of the carriage, there were laughing and winking soldiers.Well, Mr. Daniel is still very conscientious.Walking in front of the carriage on foot is like a stroll in a garden, but his speed is slightly faster than that of a wildebeest. His eyes scan all directions like lightning, and no wind and grass can escape his sight.

The mountain chosen for construction was not steep, and the road was widened to carry the stones for building the castle up, and the circular spiral downward mountain road was not too steep.In addition, although there is no cement in this world, there are similar alchemy products... Those who can afford to build castles will naturally not save this little money on road construction.

Hydesey Castle is only two kilometers away in a straight line from Amp City. If you look down from the main building of the castle that is now provided for soldiers to live in, soldiers with good eyesight can clearly see the glazed tiles on the top of the church in the city.Seeing that the walls of Anpu City were getting closer, the soldiers all had green eyes and howled like wolves.They don't have the privilege of magicians who can run away without a trace if they want to go out and talk and go for a walk. They were fine in the colorful places of the imperial capital, but after Lord Hydesey changed his job to become an otaku, they were forced to suffer.Maids and the others look down on the lord's concubines... Well, they still cherish their own lives.

When the carriage drove to the distance where the red decorations on the helmets of the defenders of Anpu City could be clearly seen, the ruthless Ms. Vivienne suddenly pulled the rein to the left, flicked the whip lightly, and the two wildebeests turned at the same time, and the carriage drove down the level road. The avenue, walked to the small road next to it...

The soldiers looked at the gate of Anpu City, which was close at hand, and at the receding carriage, all of them burst into tears...

"Huh? Why did I hear the wailing sound?" The Earl in the carriage pulled the curtain of the window suspiciously and looked around.

"Ah...these are the poor children of the heavenly father, whose souls are tormented when they are burned in the fire of hell...may the heavenly father bless them..." Reverend Bingley sat against the carriage and moaned weakly.

Fu Youguang sat back on the sofa bed and looked up and down at the spiritless pastor: "Mr. Bingley, are you motion sick?"

"Hmm!" Mr. Bingley felt a mouthful of hot blood rushing to his throat, and quickly held back his mouth, "No... no, respected Earl... In spring, people always become more slack... "I don't get motion sickness, I get devil sick... I won't expose you, please let me finish my term in peace!

Fu Youguang nodded, seeming to understand.He took another look at the slender wrist exposed from Mr. Pastor's cuff, and casually persuaded him a few words: "If you don't exercise for a long time, you are indeed prone to sub-health. Although Mr. Bingley may not be afraid of getting sick, if you are weak, especially in the cold spring It’s easy to catch a cold when…”

Mr. Bingley listened to the outline with difficulty. Although he didn't understand many terms, he could hear the kindness in them; he forced out a smile that was uglier than crying to express his gratitude, but deep in his heart he roared fiercely: "What is this devil? Meaning? Have you seen my weakness? Is it trying to seduce me?! No, I won’t be fooled!”

As the carriage gradually drove towards the countryside, Fu Youguang's face became darker and darker.Fu Youguang, who has a little knowledge of European history, understands that many peoples on earth have no skills in farming, not to mention this dark, backward and low-productivity world.Coupled with what Sig said "the high-yield crops found by the hunters' association plant hunters are only 200 catties per mu" as a foundation, Fu Youguang is already mentally prepared.But when he really saw the bloody reality, he still couldn't calm down...

Vivian, who was driving, thought that the Earl, who was not the Earl, wanted to know about the Earl's farm (what a rap), so the one who brought him here naturally belonged to the Earl's farm.Let me remind readers first, don’t think that this so-called farm is a place where you have traveled in the modern world with a beautiful environment and full of small fresh fantasies.Facts are often crueler than you can imagine: or enclose a piece of land and mark the boundary markers of nobles, and then build some houses that can live in the middle of the land, and drive the serfs in. This thing is called a farm.This is still a moderate style.More ruthlessly, all the villagers in a village are turned into their own serfs in a way that the author is too lazy to describe, and the land around the village that originally belonged to the villagers or someone else will naturally become the private land of the nobleman , this thing is also called a farm...

Of course, there are also those who take the initiative to defect to the nobles and become serfs. This kind of person is usually offended by someone who is seeking protection, or who has lost his land and is on the verge of starvation...

For those who became slaves due to defeat, crime, or other reasons, becoming a serf is their greatest yearning—in order to ensure tax revenue and continuous exploitation, it is necessary to ensure the most basic survival of serfs .When there is no harvest due to natural disasters and man-made disasters, the nobles have to be responsible for their food for a year.Of course, this doesn't come for free.

These farms owned by Sig Frandi are the legacy of the previous lord.Well, as a loser in a political struggle, or in other words, as the former lord who had to give way to Earl Sig, the bow when he stepped down was quite tragic.For Seager, who is already extremely rich, these farms are just tasteless, and the actual wealth they can provide him is not as great as the political influence brought by occupying them.Don't underestimate this, the Earl who completely "inherited" the wealth of the previous lord, used this trick to deter many flies that were about to move.All in all, to the earl, these pastures are just a line of words on the document.

Now, this line of words appeared in front of Fu Youguang's eyes.

There is no fertilizer in this world, although alchemists were able to synthesize urea as early as 1000 years ago.It is impossible for the serfs who regard life as a torment to learn how to serve the crops spontaneously-well, the Druid talent of the peasants of the Celestial Dynasty is not unique to all ethnic groups.Land without chemical fertilizers, or even farm manure, does not have so much fertility to support year-round cultivation.As a result, people in this world chose to fall fallow just like in medieval Europe.

On both sides of the dirt road where the carriage is driving, there are knee-high weeds and even dwarf bushes growing on one side. If you say it is land, the peasant uncles in the Celestial Dynasty will probably roll their eyes at you.But that's really land... land in fallow.The other side looks like a bit of land, divided into countless long and straight rectangles by the ridges.Looking from a distance, you can vaguely see buildings that look like villages.There were serfs working in the fields, and three or two children gathered together, scratching the weeds between the fields, not knowing what they were looking for.

The natives of this world have no interest in these scenes, even Ms. Vivienne who is driving does not look sideways.But Fu Youguang looked at the scene of the serfs working. Although the background was the blue sky without any chemical pollution, which could make countless little fresh and intoxicated, and the green water near the green hills in the distance was so natural and vivid, but his My heart still hurts.

Fu Youguang once read an anecdote written by a person who did not know which era. When the envoys from the foreign countries came to heaven to pay tribute to His Majesty the Emperor, they praised the Kingdom of Heaven, "The peasants can wear clothes to work. The Kingdom of Shang is really rich." At that time, Fu Youguang I just had fun, which country can be so poor that farmers farm with their buttocks naked?Now, Fu Youguang couldn't laugh anymore.

It was cold spring, and everyone in the earl's group wore long sleeves.And the serfs in the fields in the distance, who are working hard, no matter men or women, there is no trace...

The reluctant pastor, Mr. Bingley, lamented his misfortune, leaned helplessly on the cushions on the carriage, and stared blankly with resentment.It seemed that the demon hadn’t spoken to seduce him for a long time. Mr. Bingley, who was puzzled, secretly glanced at the Earl out of the corner of his eye. Then, Mr. Pastor saw a scene he would never forget: the Earl was sitting upright, Facing him sideways, he looked out the window very seriously.A strand of the tied-up blond hair fell down, and the wind gently brushed across his cheeks, but it couldn't conceal the bulging cheeks from clenching his teeth.His right hand was propped on the car window, his fingers gripped the window sill tightly, and the veins on the back of his hand protruded hideously; the other hand was placed on his knee and clenched into a fist, trembling slightly due to excessive force.

At this moment, the expression on the Earl's face is seriousness that Mr. Bingley has never seen before, as well as a suffocating unwillingness that is so strong that it almost bursts out.

That reluctance seemed to have some contagious effect, making Mr. Bingley, who was full of complaints, forget all the complaints for a while, and also lost the ability to think. He just sat stiffly and stared at him blankly.

... Many years later, Mr. Bingley, now bishop, reproduced the scene on canvas.He named this painting: Anger.