Chris has weighed it before, and a full bucket is exactly fifty kilograms. Although there will be a slight error, it will not be too big.
He ordered one hundred and twenty barrels of dragon meat and asked Kenzat to put it into the space ring.
The two then walked out of the cellar.
Hilo has brought back all the free people. There are more than 3,000 people outside the castle, a large area of darkness.
Each of them took several large white steamed buns and ate them hungrily.
Chris and Kenzat weaved through the crowd, and it took them a while to squeeze out.
Kenzat asked strangely: "Why did you call these free people here to do charity?"
Chris said: "The development of the territory cannot be separated from the labor force. These are my future citizens."
"Wouldn't it be nice to take the money I gave you and live a comfortable noble life? Why bother developing the territory?" Kenzat was very puzzled.
According to his knowledge, six thousand gold coins were enough to support a country baron's luxurious life for dozens or hundreds of years.
There is no need to worry about the territory at all, let alone the life and death of the free people and serfs.
So Chris seemed different in Kenzat's eyes.
Chris lowered his head and smiled without explaining too much.
The two rode horses and came to the orchard.
The aboriginal people of Hope Town worked hard here, and now they have adapted to the current life. The daily output of jam has been increasing steadily, and apart from the consumption of sandwich bread, there is still a large surplus.
Looking at those busy figures, Kenzat sighed with emotion and said: "These serfs in your territory are the most diligent I have ever seen. Even if no one is urging them to work, they can still complete the work well.
Job at hand.”
Chris said: "Because I pay them wages so that they can earn something from their work and be full of hope for every day in the future. They are not like other nobles who live a luxurious life but care about their serfs.
Those who searched for it were not even willing to give a single copper plate."
Kenzat nodded and said: "You are indeed the most kind noble I have ever seen. I believe that under your leadership, this territory will get better and better."
While they were talking, a middle-aged man came over and saluted: "Sir, is there anything I can do for you?"
Chris ordered: "Dean, find a few people to bring 400 jars of each kind of jam in the warehouse."
"yes!"
Dean was rescued by Chris from Anthony. He was loyal and hard-working, so he was made the steward of this orchard with a daily salary of one silver coin.
And he lived up to Chris's expectations and managed the place in an orderly manner.
Not long after, a jar of jam appeared in front of the two of them.
After Kenzat took inventory, he packed them all and put them into the space ring.
"By the way, how are the crocodiles you raised?" Kenzat asked.
"Let's go, let's take you over and have a look." Chris waved.
The two of them slowly came to the ditch.
Chris cut his palm with Dragon Roar and let the bright red blood drip into the clear lake water. Not long after, he saw the crocodiles swarming towards him.
Their body length has reached sixty centimeters, their bodies are covered with thick red scales, their limbs are thick and strong, and their two rows of teeth are sharp and thin.
Kenzat lowered his head and thought deeply: "After these giant iron-clad crocodiles absorbed your blood, they seemed to have undergone some changes."
"Yes, now they have the strength of a trainee knight." Chris leaned down and stroked the head of a crocodile with his uninjured hand.
The guy didn't resist and looked like he was enjoying himself.
Kenzat was suddenly startled and said: "You, you, you, you, you, can't you tame these cold-blooded guys?"
"I feed them blood every day, and they have become mature a long time ago." Chris smiled, "And their blood is warm. Alas, when these crocodiles grow up, I really don't want to kill them."
Kenzat looked like a fool and said: "Since they have been tamed, why do you need to skin and eat meat? These mutated iron-clad giant crocodiles are excellent mounts. You can use them to cultivate a group of powerful knights.
Come on. The Falcon Legion, the elite force in the kingdom, only uses the second-level magic beast Griffin."
"Yeah, why didn't I think of that?" Chris slapped his forehead. The adult armored giant crocodile is already a second-level monster. After mutation, it is estimated that it can reach the third-level level.
Amphibious and powerful in combat, whether it is a sneak attack or a direct confrontation, it will be an invincible force.
By then, wouldn't he have a pretty powerful knighthood?
Kenzat sighed quietly and said, "Why do all the good things happen to you?"
"You can't say that." Chris said, "If it were any other nobles, who would be willing to come here every day to bleed and feed these cold-blooded beasts? They might have taken the crocodile eggs back to make soup from the beginning. All I can say is that I know how to catch them.
Seize the opportunity.”
Kenzart nodded with deep understanding and had to admit that Chris was different from all the nobles he had met.
Those nobles were greedy, stingy, and short-sighted. They guarded their own one-third of an acre and only thought about how to exploit their serfs every day, living a life of drunkenness and dreaming to maintain their so-called respectability.
Chris is just the opposite. He is kind, generous, far-sighted, and courageous. He dares to raise even ferocious second-level monsters in his territory. Only in this way can he obtain the powerful Knights of Monsters in the future.
After playing with those giant crocodiles for a while, Chris threw a stone into the ditch to scare them all away.
Normally, without smelling Chris' blood, these guys wouldn't swim over at all.
"It's getting late. I have to rush back to deliver a message to the princess. We'll meet again if we have the chance." Kenzat rode on the white horse.
"Stay one night in the castle and leave tomorrow morning."
Kenzat shook his head and said: "No, it's too late to go back and the princess should be anxious."
"Goodbye then." Chris waved.
"Don't worry, we will meet again soon." Kenzat showed a mysterious smile, and after saying that, he rode away on his white-feathered horse, leaving a large cloud of smoke behind him.
After sending Kenzat away, Chris inspected the territory and finally came to the place where the freedmen worked.
More than 3,000 people dispersed, and only people who knew each other well gathered together to do things. Others were almost busy in their own way, and the efficiency was not very high.
"Sir." Shiloh saw Chris and walked over quickly with a bitter look on his face, "My subordinates are incompetent. There are too many people and I can't manage them."
He is just a young knight with little management experience. He cannot command a team of more than 3,000 people at all.
"Look at me." Chris put both hands in front of his mouth, letting his fighting spirit spread the sound to the entire audience, "Come here, everyone!"
His voice was so loud that all the free people could hear it.