In the days of rebirth as a lord

Cecil started the war shortly before the snow season, and it ended so quickly that word didn't spread.Even Earl Bronte, who was the closest, only heard about it after the first snow stopped.

"Hurry up, load a few carts and send it to His Royal Highness!" Earl Bronte hurriedly arranged for people to start preparing things.

It doesn't matter whether it's food or cloth, in short, prepare for a dozen or so carts first.Thinking of His Royal Highness buying slaves before, Earl Bronte selected some of his own serfs that looked stronger, and prepared to send them to His Royal Highness.

"My lord, the snow on the road is thick and it's inconvenient to walk. Why don't you send it after the snow season is over?" The housekeeper of Earl Bronte's house was a little puzzled.

Earl Bronte sighed: "I also know that it is inconvenient to pass now, but when the snow season is over and the snow melts and the road is easy to walk, the soldiers and horses of His Royal Highness will come to my castle! At that time, We just wanted to send things there, but it was too late."

The butler was startled: "Is the army of His Royal Highness really that powerful?" "If it wasn't powerful, Baron Price's place would not have been occupied quietly, and no one escaped. If there were no wanderers Han passed by from there to our place, I guess I won't know until the soldiers hit the door!"

"Then, shall we go to the Duke of Morton for help?" the butler suggested.

Earl Bronte shook his head: "How long will it take for the Duke to get to us? How long will His Royal Highness' soldiers be here? Our place is closer to His Royal Highness. Even if the Duke can help us, he may not be able to arrive in time." .Besides, don’t you need to give something to ask the Duke for help? Maybe you have to pay more than what you gave to His Royal Highness.”

Cecil never expected that the seemingly extravagant and absurd Earl Bronte would be so aware of current affairs. Before he was ready to do anything, the other party sent a dozen cars to Okumura Village with a sense of crisis.

In fact, Cecil is not going to reach out to Earl Bronte in a short time. After all, the newly acquired territory still needs to be developed and managed.

However, Earl Bronte braved the wind and snow to send something, and Cecil still gladly accepted it.Moreover, in order to reassure Earl Bronte, Cecil also asked the person who came to deliver the things to bring back a lot of yeast powder.The value of some yeast powder must be far less than the value of these things sent, but Earl Bronte was greatly relieved after receiving it, because these yeast powder represented the goodwill shown by His Highness the Prince to him.At least, before next year's harvest season, there is no need to worry about His Royal Highness's army suddenly appearing at the gate of his house.

"I just don't know what His Royal Highness means? If you have to collect so many things every year, it won't work..." Earl Bronte thought with some heartache while resting his mind.

It’s okay to spend money and eliminate disasters, but it can’t be a bottomless pit!

Because he had been thinking about this matter all the time, Earl Bronte lost a little weight during the snow season. After the snow melted and the road became clear, he hurriedly prepared some gifts and went to visit Cecil.

This time, Earl Bronte was very humble when facing Cecil.

"His Royal Highness, I haven't seen you for a whole snow season, and you look even more dignified. This time, I brought a small gift to His Royal Highness. It's not something unusual, it's just my heart, thank you The yeast powder that His Highness gave me before. Now I can’t get used to the dry bread before, it’s His Highness’s ingenuity that has enriched our dining table..." Earl Bronte was frightened He said a lot, all flattering words.Cecil had rarely heard such level of flattery before. Although he knew that Bronte's words were insincere, it didn't prevent him from feeling at ease listening to them.

When Bronte's mouth was almost dry, and his stomach was running out of words, Cecil said unsatisfactorily: "Okay, I know the reason why the Earl came here today, so I might as well tell you frankly." .”

"The matter of Baron Pulis. I am also very sorry. I am not afraid of your jokes. It was Pulis who spoke frivolously and behaved disrespectfully to me first. Originally, my general just wanted to arrest him to recognize his mistakes. Unexpectedly, Pulis Not only did Baron Leith not realize how serious a crime he was to offend the royal family, but he even refused to pay the most basic land tax. During this dispute, he was accidentally killed by my general." Cecil said He said, and shook his head regretfully.

As for the "general" he was talking about, he was sitting on the side of the reception hall right now—the first seat under Cecil's right hand, facing Earl Bronte!

If it was another time, or another nobleman, and saw that the foreigner who was supposed to be a lowly slave was on an equal footing with him, he would have complained dissatisfied long ago.But although Earl Bronte is not very smart or good at management, he is the most knowledgeable about current affairs.He saw Mu Ziyu sitting opposite him, obviously not very old, in his early twenties at most, but his eyes were very cold, and his black hair and black eyes also looked mysterious and ghostly, which made people feel chills in his heart.

It seems that those in the Illuminati Church say that the alien race is a race whose souls have been polluted by the devil. It is not without any basis. Look, how terrifying!Count Bronte stopped complaining, and even smiled flatteringly at Mu Ziyu.

It is an unforgivable capital crime for slaves to hurt nobles.But Earl Bronte had no doubts that even if the young man of the foreign race suddenly jumped up and killed him, His Royal Highness sitting above him would not reprimand him.

When lives are at stake, racial prejudice and status disparity are just floating clouds!

"Your Highness's general is really brave. He alone is better than hundreds of knights." Earl Bronte praised, wanting to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

Cecil comforted him with some amusement: "Don't worry, Earl. As long as you pay the taxes that should be turned over to the big lord on time after the harvest season every year, I will definitely not make it difficult for you. Not only will I not make it difficult for you, I will also help you clear it." Conquer the bandit strongholds in the surrounding area to ensure the safety of your territory."

Every, every year?

Earl Bronte asked with a bitter face: "I don't know the tax standard..." "You know, after the harvest of our Thorn Kingdom, [-]% of the grain goes to the lord, and [-]% belongs to the free people. And Of the [-]% of the income, [-]% belongs to the big lord, and [-]% belongs to you... Before I came to Galeata State, you kept the [-]% of the tax yourself, and even more than [-]% .However, I am a lenient lord, so I don’t want so much, just one harvest is enough.” Cecil said.

Earl Bronte was overjoyed immediately.[-]%?That's really not much, it won't cause too much burden at all!

"However..." Cecil turned around and said, "In order to prevent some dishonest little lords from harming my due interests with the excuse of poor management, the [-]% of the harvest must be calculated according to my For example, this year’s land in Aote Village has an average harvest of about [-] catties of grain per plot, so other small lords have to hand over [-] catties of grain per plot of land. Those with less land pay less tax..." Earl Bronte's face turned pale again.Eighty catties?Even if he doesn't do production, he knows that the harvest of wheat from each piece of cultivated land in his territory is only a hundred catties, and even if the harvest of the bean-growing land is higher, it is only about two hundred catties.According to this calculation, the tax he has to pay is almost the vast majority of the harvest in the territory!

Absolutely not!

"Your Highness, Your Highness, it's really not me making excuses. The yield of each piece of cultivated land in my, my territory is only about [-] catties. I really really..." Bo Earl Langte defended himself with sweat profusely.

Cecil comforted him in a good voice: "Don't worry, Earl, I also know that not everyone is as good at business as I am, so I still have a plan, you should listen to it first."

"You can give me the management of the land and serfs in your territory, and I will arrange what and how they plant every year. Then I promise that the part that will be distributed to you every year will only be more than what you get every year now. , if it is not enough, I will make up for you with my own. Including the population on your territory, whether it is free people or serfs, I can also guarantee that the number will not decrease, but will only increase. If there is less, I will compensate You, what do you think of this plan?" After being frightened by the tax of [-] catties of grain per plot, the second plan sounds much easier to accept.Although in this way his land will be under the management of His Royal Highness, but at least it is still his in name!Moreover, His Highness also promised that the amount given to him every year will not be less than what he can get now.

You know, not every year there is a smooth harvest of grain, and if there is a drought or locust plague, the harvest will be greatly reduced.In the past, these risks were borne by himself, but if he accepts the second plan from His Royal Highness, these risks will be gone!

After thinking about this, Earl Bronte quickly made a decision: "Your Highness, I am a dull person, and I am definitely not as good as your wise Highness in governing the territory. From now on, my territory will be handed over to Your Highness for your management. , thank you Your Highness."

Cecil, who got his wish so smoothly, was very happy: "No hard work, no hard work. Now that the earl has made a decision, let's sign an agreement. With a written agreement, if I fail to guarantee the part you should have, the earl Harvest, then you can tear up the agreement, take back the management rights of the land, and don't pay me taxes. How about it? Fair?" The agreement was prepared a long time ago, and it was handed to Earl Bronte at this time.

"Fair, very fair! Your Highness still thinks well." Earl Bronte signed the agreement without hesitation. As for the [-]-year validity period marked on the agreement, Bronte didn't care at all.

If you don't have to do anything every year, you can get a safe harvest. Earl Bronte thinks it doesn't matter if you sign for 1000 years!

The author has something to say, it's too late to announce the red envelopes and let's go!