Start as Inherited Baroness

Simon nodded and fell silent after hearing this.

Military personnel cannot be ennobled. Strength and luck are both indispensable. There is no shortage of people like Kelley.

In this expedition of Marquis Val, at least one-third of the army was composed of mercenary groups.

These mercenary leaders basically did not get ennobled. Instead, many of the personal soldiers of some big figures were ennobled.

A large part of them were the second sons of nobles. Pure freemen like Qiao Lun were ennobled almost all at the cost of their lives.

And you have to be lucky to follow a conscientious and generous superior, work as a lackey for many years, be conscientious and loyal, and then you have a chance.

"If your father is willing to join me and obey my orders, I am very welcome."

Simon thought for a while and said so.

He was actually a little hesitant. Kelley's ability is unquestionable, but the ambition of those who are used to being the boss is obvious.

If there are too many people from the War Spear Mercenary Group in the territory, he is worried that there will be trouble in the future.

But on the other hand, now that we are in the early stages of entrepreneurship, we urgently need to strengthen our strength to deal with some hidden threats.

The pros and cons of this are not yet clear.

However, Simon thinks it is always right to accumulate more strength, otherwise, like Baron Hela, he will be killed and no one will know.

Survive first, then seek development.

The population of West Sedi is currently sparse, and the governance framework has not been established. If something happens, there is no place to complain.

"Thank you, Simon, I will persuade my father." Winness's face was happy and she smiled.

"Well, let's not talk about this. You teach me healing. When I learn it, I don't need to ask others to treat skin injuries in the future."

Simon smiled slightly and changed the subject.

"Okay, no problem.

Healing is like this... Wait a minute, I'll go get the parchment scroll that records the spell..."

Winness walked out of the hall with a serious look on her face.

Simon responded, looked back at her plump figure, and thought to himself: "Although I am a little concerned about my mother's family, there is no big problem at present."

...

A few days passed in a flash.

Nothing happened in the Courage Territory these days. Simon has been with Winness, learning magic.

Sometimes he also taught Kailin to recognize magic words.

With unremitting efforts, he finally got started with healing. Although there was a more cumbersome pre-swing before casting, the effect was very good.

Not inferior to Winness, the degree of treatment for the wounded is not low.

Simon worked for less than an hour and healed all the wounded.

More than half of his mana was consumed, and there seemed to be a lot left.

The soldiers were all moved and grateful, but Simon waved his hand and turned away.

Surrounded by his personal guards, he rode out of the camp and strolled on the dirt road in the field.

After this period of reclamation, the nearby area has become an endless fertile field.

Thousands of serfs and more than 400 oxen can reclaim two to three thousand acres of wasteland in a day, and now nearly 20,000 acres of land have been developed.

It's time to sow.

What to plant still needs to be planned carefully.

Among them, rye must be planted. Although it tastes bad and has a slightly lower calorie content, it has a large yield.

Simon once asked professionals and figured it out in his mind. He guessed that the rye yield in this world is about 500 kilograms per mu.

The fertile and beautiful fields can even reach about 700 kilograms.

This yield is indeed good. The vast number of lower-class working civilians in the Eagle Kingdom should be fed by this.

Then there is barley, which tastes much better and is not so difficult to swallow. If you chew it for a while, your mouth will be full of wheat fragrance.

The yield of one mu is about 200 to 300 kilograms, which is also mediocre, and it is richer in nutrition than rye.

The most delicious staple food is wheat, which is delicate and soft, and full of fragrance, but the yield is too low, generally only about 100 kilograms per mu.

Even the best farmland rarely yields more than 200 kilograms.

There is no rice in the Eagle Kingdom, so there is no rice, and there is no corn, so the diet is quite simple.

However, there are still some supplementary foods, such as potatoes, black beans, horse beans, etc., which often appear on the table.

Uh... horse beans are mainly for horses, but slaves also like to eat them.

Simon led people to patrol and looked at nearly 20,000 acres of good farmland.

In fact, it is not very big. If converted, it is a square with a side length of about 3,650 meters, which is equivalent to more than ten square kilometers.

"Call Mad, Charles and others." He sat on the head of the field and ordered.

"Yes!" Mai Lan took the order and left.

After a while, Mad and Charles were both sitting in a horse-drawn carriage, running along a main dirt road left in the field.

"Baron, I wonder if you have any instructions." He jumped off the carriage, trotted over, and asked respectfully.

Charles also bent over and followed closely.

"It's time to sow. What's the plan?" Simon asked softly.

"Sir, we now have rye, barley and wheat seeds. It's best to plant all three staple foods.

In addition, potatoes and black beans can be used for seasoning, and you can also plant some. Horse beans can be used to feed horses. War horses must eat..."

Mad glanced at Charles, who began to count on his fingers and mutter.

"Let's do this. We have about 1,650 serfs here, not counting the hundreds of people who were transferred to build the rammed earth wall. We will divide them into 15 teams.

The 20,000 mu of land will also be divided into 15 parts, and 15 manors will be established. Each team of serfs will be responsible for managing one manor.

The 400 oxen will also be divided into 15 parts and allocated to these manors.

As for the names of the manors, they will be called Manor 1, Manor 2, Manor 3... and so on until Manor 15."

Simon held a dogtail grass in the corner of his mouth, chewing it slightly, looking down at the ground, and said slowly.

"Yes!" Mad listened carefully, and immediately agreed when he finished speaking.

It's better to separate them like this than to live together, otherwise you have to walk for a long time every day to go to the fields.

"The garrison of each manor must be built according to the standards of a military camp.

I see that Charles has reserved space for building a manor in the fields he planned. Did you have this idea in mind?"

Simon looked at the slightly sturdy serf and smiled faintly.

"Master, I think such a large piece of land must be used to build a manor, so every other field, a part of the land is left empty."

Charl showed a flattering smile and said cautiously.

"Well! You did a good job. I will give him a roast chicken for dinner today.

In addition, after these fifteen manors are established, I will appoint you as the chief of agriculture to supervise and plan the farming matters of all serfs.

If the fields are abandoned or the yield is seriously insufficient, you will be held accountable!

You can select ten people from the serfs as your assistants, so you don't have to go to the fields and specialize in management.

In addition, in each manor, ten serfs form a team, and a leader is selected from them, called the head of the group, and a head of the group is selected from the ten heads.

The head of the group is the most powerful and manages the entire manor.

If one person in each team of ten makes a mistake, the whole team will be punished...If the work of the manor is not completed, the head of the group will be responsible...

If one person escapes, the whole team will be beheaded..."

Simon said a lot, and Mad basically understood it, but Charles was still a little confused, and seemed to understand but not quite.

But he also knew that his master had been promoted, so he immediately knelt down to express his gratitude: "Thank you for your gift, Master!"