Back in Hope Town, Chris finished his breakfast and moved a chair to the top floor of the castle to bask in the sun comfortably.
Now that the princess is still in Mote City, the shops can't open, and it's time for him to relax again.
What happened last night was like a dream, a little unreal.
For the two of them, forgetting each other is the best outcome.
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"All the shops are closed and there are no pedestrians on the road. This is too boring." Accompanied by her guards, the princess walked on the streets of Mote City.
"The nobles in the city are worried that the untouchables will offend you, so they are prohibited from going out." The sixth-order knight followed closely.
"Kenzart, help me investigate where Baron Chris's territory is. I want to take a look." The princess said lazily.
"Yes!" Kenzart whispered a few words to a close confidant, and the man left quickly.
At this time, several nobles walked towards them with flattering smiles on their faces.
"Good morning, Your Highness the Princess."
"Have you eaten, Your Highness the Princess?"
Princess Shirley responded with a smile, and after those people walked away, the smile on her face disappeared.
She couldn't wait to see the little guy.
The guy named Chris was obviously very unfamiliar, but he knew so many moves, which surprised Princess Shirley.
After a while, the guard trotted over. He was leading a white horse. He had a scroll in his hand and handed it to the princess respectfully.
After the princess took it in her slender hands, she unfolded it. It was a map of Mote City with a radius of hundreds of miles, with the territories of various nobles marked on it.
After scanning the map, Meimei focused on Hope Town.
"Kenzate, let's go!" Princess Shirley mounted her white horse lightly and led a group of guards out of Mote City.
This move attracted the attention of many nobles in the city.
"Where are you going, Your Highness the Princess?"
"Is it possible to go out of the city to relax?"
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Two hours later.
Chris was basking in the sun leisurely, the sun shining on his face was warm and comfortable.
"My lord, my lord!" Jonathan ran over in a panic.
Chris asked: "What happened?"
"Her Royal Highness the Princess is coming towards us."
"What?" Chris stood up immediately, knocking over the chairs.
If it were before, he would have thought that the princess might be going somewhere else and just passing by here.
But after what happened last night, Chris believed that the princess definitely came to Hope Town.
I didn't even say hello, so I wasn't even prepared, really.
Chris quickly went downstairs, summoned all the servants and knights in the castle, and said: "The princess is coming. She may stay here for dinner at this time. Mrs. Ellen, take Ruth Karena and the others to prepare lunch."
, take out the dragon meat. Jonathan, take the rest of the people to clean up, and don’t let the town lose face.”
"Yes, sir!"
"As you command!"
Everyone in the castle was busy.
Chris took Robert, a human spirit, outside and waited.
Maybe the princess is here to discuss business.
This is an opportunity for Chris.
Ten minutes later, the princess came slowly on a white horse, protected by her guards.
She looked around, curious about everything here.
"Your Highness the Princess." Chris led Robert up to greet her.
Shirley said: "Your Hope Town is a little different from the noble territories I have seen."
"Your Highness, please tell me, what's different?" Chris raised his eyebrows and asked humbly.
Shirley continued: "The serfs in other territories are thin, their eyes are dull, their faces are lifeless, and they walk like zombies. On the other hand, the serfs in Hope Town are thinner, but their skin is thinner.
They are very rosy, and there are smiles on all their faces. Just now I heard children singing."
"That's because I hope that the people in this town are not serfs, but my subjects." Chris said sternly, "Actually, their requirements are not high. They only need to have enough food to eat and clothes that can cover their bodies.
You can live a happy life. But many nobles will not satisfy such a small request even though they have the ability and financial resources."
This is the difference between the thoughts of modern people in the 21st century and the indigenous aristocrats of this world.
Serfs were the private property of the nobility, and everything they owned belonged to the nobility.
Ninety percent of the crops in the fields must be paid agricultural taxes to the nobles they belong to, and they are often captured as free labor.
Chris's idea is to get something for his work. As long as his subjects work for him, he will provide them with income so that they can support their families.
Princess Shirley nodded, thoughtfully.
Chris said: "Your Royal Highness, let me take you to the orchard to see where all the jams in the territory are produced."
"Okay, lead the way."
Shirley naturally knew what the little lord was thinking.
Chris took out the magic soul ball and injected it with magic power.
A burst of black mist flashed past, revealing Lagan's strong body. The white horse under the princess neighed in fright and took a few steps back.
Kenzart's eyes narrowed.
"Chris, you collected a good mount." Shirley praised.
"It's just luck." Chris turned over and rode on Lagen's back, "Your Highness, please come with me."
In order to take care of Shirley and the others' speed, Lagan was not very fast and walked slowly on the narrow path.
About twenty minutes later, the group arrived at the orchard.
Shirley looked at the green fruit trees with bright eyes.
Today, there are more than twenty shacks built with leaves and straw, connected together, and many residents are busy coming in and out.
A dozen strong men carried out the black jars one by one and placed them on a carriage.
"I have planted four kinds of fruit trees here, namely apples, pears, sweet oranges, grapes, etc. Each fruit has two flavors: regular and slightly sweet." Chris got off his horse and walked in front to introduce, "
Each flavor of jam can produce 80 jars a day. I will expand the scale in the next few months and expect to be able to produce about 200 jars."
Shirley followed Chris into a shack, and a wave of heat hit her face.
She saw several people peeling the apples, digging out the core, and cutting them into small pieces. They put them into a clean wooden basin first, and then poured them into a large pot when the wooden basin was full.
A flame rose in the stove under the pot, and a middle-aged man sat there, filling it with dry firewood and black charcoal from time to time.
Chris only showed this part of the process with Shirley, and did not look at the subsequent steps to prevent her from deducing the entire process of jam.
"Your Royal Highness, what do you think of my jam industry?" Chris asked straight to the point.