Old John said: "Back to my lord, I water the water three times a day and it has never stopped."
Yes, in vain.
It seems that the productivity of this world is relatively backward. There is no concept of fertilizer, and the amount of food grown depends entirely on God's will.
Chris said: "Randall, please pass the order and ask all the serfs in the territory to stop what they are doing and go dig mud from the pond. Then mix the ash left under the pot together, mix it and bury it in the farmland."
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"As you wish, my lord."
Randall and the four knights began to get busy, running around the entire Hope Town, calling all the serfs.
Serfs in ragged clothes were driven over one by one.
"Hurry up, get busy, the lord has a new order."
"Made, if you dare to be slow again, I will break your legs."
"Sandy, come with me with your shovel."
In Hope Town, Chris has absolute say, and his orders must be carried out by the serfs immediately.
The Magical Continent is vast and sparsely populated, and the entire Hope Town has a population of only about two hundred people, which is not as large as a village on Earth in the previous life.
After a while, more than 140 young and middle-aged serfs were driven into the pond to dig mud.
Those above and below who could not swim gathered dry firewood and burned it to ashes.
After that, the plant ash and pond mud were mixed together and buried in the peanut field.
Chris watched quietly under the shade of the tree.
In one morning, with the concerted efforts of more than 100 people, more than ten acres of peanut fields were all used with self-produced fertilizer.
"Okay, pack up and get ready to call it a day. Randall, please go and do the statistics. Each serf will be paid twenty coppers today." Chris stood up and patted the dust on his body.
Twenty copper coins is enough for an ordinary serf to eat for several days.
"Sir, how is this possible?" Randall said in disbelief. "It is natural for serfs to work for their lords. Why should we give them money?"
Chris raised his hand to stop the political officer from continuing.
"As you wish, sir." Randall bowed, "You are too kind."
Chris didn't care. As a human on earth, he had always believed in receiving income according to work. Only in this way could the enthusiasm of these serfs be greatly mobilized.
Moreover, these serfs are all skinny and skinny, so how will they have the strength to work in the future?
When Randall gave Chris this order, the serfs were very happy.
"Praise your lord."
"May God favor the kind lord."
The corners of Chris' mouth turned up, and at this moment, a magnetic female voice came from his mind.
"Ding, congratulations to the host for completing the mission and receiving the reward: Awakening of Fighting Qi."
In an instant, Chris felt a stream of heat emerge from his body, which was warm and comfortable.
Chris stretched out his palm, and with a thought, a silver-white whirlpool appeared in his palm.
Now he can be said to be a trainee knight. As long as he practices a little and increases his total fighting spirit, he can become a true first-order knight.
"Is this fighting spirit?" Chris fiddled with the silver cyclone in his palm.
Chief Knight Jonathan came over and said in surprise: "Sir, do you have fighting spirit now?"
As a third-level knight, he has a particularly keen sense of fighting spirit, so he discovered the situation here immediately.
Immediately, the red-haired man looked confused.
You know, the lord has completed the adult ceremony. He is sixteen years old this year and has long passed the age of awakening fighting spirit. What is going on?
Chris nodded and said: "Yes, Jonathan, this is my fighting spirit."
"May the glory of the knights favor you." Jonathan put his hand on his chest, looking particularly excited.
For them, lords with fighting spirit and ordinary lords are completely different concepts.
Ordinary lords may stay in their territories for the rest of their lives, without any hope of advancement.
But knight lords are different. They can gain huge military exploits in external expansion battles, and their territory and title will be improved.
And the people under this lord also have hope of promotion.
"Come on, let's go back." Chris got on his bay horse.
"Yes, sir."
The bay-red horse walked along the path with a "da-da-da" sound, not very fast and very leisurely.
Chris admired his territory.
This place is barren and backward.
But it belongs entirely to myself.
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Ten minutes later, Chris returned to his castle.
"Sir, the food is ready. Do you want to start enjoying it now?"
The maid Ruth Sandy came up. She was a girl about seventeen or eighteen years old, with long wavy light yellow hair and swollen breasts that highlighted her proud curves.
"Yes Ruth." Chris took off his coat and handed it to his personal maid.
Chris came to the dinner table, and not long after, a piece of steak was brought up by Ruth, with a silver knife and fork next to it.
This is the luxurious life of the nobles. Even the down-and-out nobles in the countryside still use silver tableware.
Chris was not very used to steak, but he seemed to have no other choice. He gently cut off a piece with a knife and put it into his mouth with a fork.
After chewing gently for a moment, the maid Ruth wiped the corners of Chris' mouth with a handkerchief.
As a personal maid, she will provide all-round services to her lord, including warming the bed and even attending the bedtime.
But in my memory, my predecessor did not do that kind of thing to my personal maid, not even as a baby.
After lunch, Chris returned to his room, covered himself with a quilt and took a nap.
Since you have come to this world and there is no possibility of going back, let's live a good life with this identity.
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Chris was awakened by a rapid knock on the door.
"My lord, my lord, are you awake?"
Servants rarely disturb their master's rest unless there is an emergency.
Chris got up and got dressed, and outside the door was his maid Lucy.
"What's going on?" Chris asked.
"Sir, Jonathan came back and said that Baron Anthony came to your territory to cause trouble again."
Anthony Hughes is Chris' neighbor. The two sides have disagreements and conflicts often break out.
But Anthony is a first-order knight, and Chris is just an ordinary person.
Therefore, it is often the former Chris who suffers.
"Okay, I'll be there right away." Chris clenched his fists and walked out of the castle.
Outside the castle, Jonathan had already been waiting here with his bay horse: "Lord."
"Lead the way, let's rush there as soon as possible." Chris turned over and rode on the back of the bay horse.
"As you wish, my lord." Jonathan held the reins and ran wildly ahead.