Warm Dragon

"Quiet, quiet!"

In the stone house, Charles yelled loudly, finally making dozens of village chiefs and serf stewards lower their voices.

"Old Hans."

"Your Excellency, please give me your instructions."

"I will leave time for you to speak next, but if anyone dares to speak outside the speaking time, he will be punished immediately with ten lashes!"

"Yes, Old Hans is keeping an eye on these people personally!" Old Hans quickly expressed his stance.

The deterrence of the ten whips was amazing, so there was no other sound in the room except breathing.

Charles was very satisfied with this, so he continued to say slowly: "The health policy is like this. The lord is very dissatisfied with the mess of the Black-rumped Snake Manor, so your dangers and opportunities come together."

Everyone doesn’t understand what danger and opportunity are.

Charles explained this: "The danger is that if someone is defecating in the open in the future, he will be punished with ten lashes once he is caught! If he refuses to change his ways, not only will he be whipped, but the serf steward and the village leader will also be whipped!"

"Ah..." Halfway through the exclamation, the serf stewards covered their mouths for fear of being whipped.

After Charles had frightened him enough, he continued to explain: "As long as you don't defecate in the open, you won't be whipped, and there are benefits. The lord is generous and kind. He is willing to reward those serfs who love hygiene. Anyone who loves hygiene will be rewarded. !”

If you accumulate a bucket of urine, you will be rewarded with a copper plate from the lord.

If you accumulate a bucket of shit, you will be rewarded by the lord with two copper coins.

A piece of black bread in the town, enough to feed a family of three for a day, only sold for one and a half copper coins. This reward was quite generous.

The key is a free reward that lasts for a long time.

"Now, you can discuss as much as you like." Charles finished reading the health policy and let go of the public opinion in the room.

"Your Excellency Charles, are you really willing to pay us cleaning fees?" Old Hans asked impatiently with his eyes shining.

"Of course, my lord will do what he says."

"Sir, is it right for a bucket of urine to be worth one copper coin, and a bucket of stool to be worth two copper coins, right? I can also put the poop of the chickens and ducks at home in the bucket, right?" A serf in charge said with his fingers. asked enthusiastically.

Charles replied: "Of course, you can even go outside to pick up cow dung or sheep dung, as long as it's dung."

"Great!" The serf stewards were overjoyed.

"But...but Sir, we only have one bucket at home. The poop can be dried, but we can't use the bucket to store urine, right?" Some serf stewards began to worry. Wooden buckets are not cheap, and the cooper has a high status here.

"Don't worry, the lord has taken this into consideration, and a batch of wooden barrels and pottery jars at the original price will be shipped soon. You only need to spend a cost price to buy them back. This is a benefit given to you by the lord. "

"Really? That's great!"

"Praise the master, praise the master!"

"I can't wait to go back and poop now, um, in the clay pot I bought!"

"Hey, I farted just now."

"kill him!"

The room was noisy. The village chiefs and serf stewards were very interested in the health policy of issuing cleaning fees.

Charles waited until everyone had made enough noise before continuing: "After we go back, make it clear to each household of serfs that there will be rewards for collecting feces, and you will be whipped if you defecate casually...Old Hans, you still have a mission. The lord has to be in the small market. The city built a toilet.”

"Why build a toilet?" Old Hans wondered, "Sir Charles, for the cleaning fee, I am not willing to go to the toilet to solve the problem."

"Of course you can collect feces at home, but the toilet must be built. This is for the sake of the future. The lord has sent people to invite the caravan and invite the caravan to come to the small market to sell goods for the convenience of the serfs in the manor."

After a pause, Charles continued to introduce: "In the future, every month when caravans come to Youguang Valley, the lord will invite them to a small market. Do you understand?"

After the warm season, caravans arrive every month.

So Russell also wanted to do business with the caravan and invite the caravan to come to the small market to sell goods. At the same time, the caravan could also purchase some properties from the manor.

As time went by, the territorial economy was revitalized.

Instead of like now, there are more than 3,500 serfs, all milling around the farmland, not even a craftsman.

"The lord is so kind-hearted, he is so kind to us!" A serf in charge choked up on the spot.

"The dragon is watching the master!"

"The master has the blood of the fluorescent mushroom family in his body. He can shine in the dark!"

"Praise the master!"

The sounds of flattery continued one after another. In this atmosphere, the old Hans took over the job of repairing the toilet.

It was just a toilet, and the serfs in the territory could build it without the help of craftsmen in the town.

"The small market must also be expanded, and the roads must be widened. Old Hans, you and I have a very heavy task." Charles warned when sending Old Hans out, "What the lord means is through the construction of windmills, mills and toilets. , Cultivate a territory’s own construction team.”

"I'll try my best, Sir Charles."

"It's not as certain as possible. You must carefully select which serf has the talent for construction."

"Yes, Sir Charles, I will definitely pull up a serf construction team." Old Hans nodded heavily, feeling that the burden was heavy.

Charles said: "You don't have to feel embarrassed. The serf construction team is a good thing. The lord never sends hungry serfs to work, so every time the serfs work, the lord will provide meals. I believe the serfs will like the construction team."

"Of course, of course."

"But the lazy ones will be eliminated and whipped. You must strictly enforce this."

"I will, Sir Charles."

"The lord is kind and will treat the serfs well, but you and I, as officials of the territory, have the obligation to help the lord and manage the serfs, so that the hardworking ones can eat more bread and the lazy ones can be whipped more." Charles patted Old Hans on the shoulder.

Old Hans nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, that's it."

After sending Old Hans and the serf managers away, Charles did not rush to the manor villa immediately, but spent some time at home. Because it was not time for dinner yet, if he went there early and was sent out by Russell, he would not be able to get a meal.

"Master, are you eating at home at noon?" The cook and maid came over to ask. She was a woman in her forties.

"No, you cook something for yourself."

"Okay, Master."

After the cook left, Charles was a little bored in the room. He wanted to read newspapers and novels, but there were none in the room.

The newspapers were only in the fluorescent castle, and the books were left at home.

"I should have brought a book from the manor villa earlier. Russell likes to read books. There are a lot of books piled up in the study." Charles thought so, and simply moved a chair to the window, sitting at the window and looking at the fields in the distance.

"Compared to before, Russell now... well, like a qualified lord."

In the past, Russell was diligent but a little inferior and introverted. However, after the fighting spirit bloomed, Russell became outgoing and cheerful, especially with more and more self-confidence.

The most important thing is that the dragon began to look at Russell.

"Eric has become a fantasy beast knight. This is really..." Charles was jealous.

He was not afraid of his brother's hard life, but he was afraid that his brother would drive a Land Rover. At the beginning, he and Eric were both family teachers, one literary and one martial, and their status was equal. As a result, Eric had become a phantom beast knight in a blink of an eye, and his status far exceeded his.

"No, I have to practice hard, just in case Russell gets another phantom beast..." Charles immediately stood up and began to practice fighting spirit.

But after practicing for a while, he became discouraged: "Alas, I have been neglected for too long, and my meridians are stiff. I have no chance to practice to become a great knight!"

"Forget it!"

He shook his head and thought to himself: "I'd better concentrate on following Russell and be a good official... In the future, Russell will be able to make great achievements one day, and I may also be able to become a lord and revive my family business!"