At present, it is just a small knighthood in the countryside, with a population of only about 2,000. All tax revenue depends on agriculture. This is a small territory that is looked down upon by nobles with titles.
But who knows what kind of energy this little country knight leader will unleash in the future?
In Luther's view, the future is promising.
Under the call of Pompeii's tiger skin, and under the planning of Pompeii Mayor Lelouch, the entire Pompeii territory began vigorous construction.
Freedmen from ten villages, as well as serfs directly belonging to the Pompeii family, all participated in the construction.
Repair roads, clean up excrement, and dump excrement into farmland.
Because of the Pompeii family's prestige in the territory and the supervision of Lelouch, the freedmen did a good job in cleaning up the excrement and fertilizing the fields.
However, there are still countless doubts that are constantly fermenting.
Because of the prestige of the Pompeii family, the free people chose to obey, but the prestige of the Pompeii family could not control what the free people thought.
No, private discussions have basically never stopped.
Tiematun.
This is the small village that was entrusted to the Magellan family by the Knights of Pompeii. It has more than a dozen families and about 140 or 50 people.
In this small village, the daily crop grown is wheat. The taxes from the harvested wheat will also be given to the Iron Horse clan.
These taxes, coupled with the subsidies from the Pompeii family, allow the Iron Horse clan to have the ability to cultivate knights for generations. They are loyal subordinates of the Pompeii clan.
These dozen or so families also had close relatives of Magellan.
Because Magellan was the constable of the territory and was also the knight teacher of Luther and William, there was someone else who was the commander of the village. This commander was a cousin of Magellan.
It's called Michel.
Michel is a middle-aged man with an unimpressive appearance. Although he is Magellan's cousin, the Iron Horse clan can only train one knight per generation.
The previous generation was Magellan, and the next generation is Shosua.
So Michel was actually an authentic farmer. However, because Michel knew how to read and was a bit smart, he had more prestige in the village and became the village chief.
The weather was a bit hot at the moment, and it was noon again. Michel led more than 20 strong laborers in the village to repair and clean the roads.
Pour the cleaned excrement and the excrement produced in the village today into the field.
Everyone is sweating profusely and working hard. But the atmosphere is relatively silent.
"Hey, I'm talking about guys. These guys have been farming for generations. They plow the soil in the spring, plant wheat, weed in the summer, harvest in the fall, and sleep in the winter and fuck women. They rely on the sky for their livelihood. I have never heard of putting feces in the fields.
Pour it into the fields to increase the harvest."
Finally, a free citizen spoke out what was in his heart, full of complaints.
Forget about repairing the roads, after all, it is also beneficial to the villagers, and the Pompeii family also distributed wheat cakes to everyone to fill their stomachs.
Win-win.
But the work of cleaning up excrement is not disgusting. The only thing that is disgusting is dumping excrement into one's own fields.
This opens up the conversation, like a flood coming that cannot be stopped.
"Isn't it? We are all farmers. This has been passed down from generation to generation, but we have never heard of such a thing."
"Feces? It's disgusting just thinking about it."
“Can the wheat produced from this be eaten?”
"This feces attracts mosquitoes. If it attracts pests, what should we do if there is no wheat harvest this year?"
The people were either full of complaints or worried. In short, they found the matter of excrement fertilization to be very mysterious and did not believe it at all.
"Shut up, everyone." Michel shouted, and all the sounds around him were instantly silenced. But the people blinked their eyes one by one, as if to say, they can stop my mouth, but they can't stop my thoughts.
Michel sighed and said: "Actually, I am very skeptical about this manure field. But don't forget, this is Pompeii. No matter what Master Luther asks us to do, we have to grit our teeth and do it.
I'm not worried that this feces will attract pests. We usually defecate anywhere and it doesn't attract any pests. As for whether wheat can be eaten, even wheat stained with feces, as long as it can fill the stomach. In short,
Let’s just think of it as selling some of our strength to Master Luther.”
Michel means the matter of excrement fertilizing the fields, which is probably also mysterious.
But the expenditure is just a handful of effort, just play games with Master Luther, and this little effort will not kill anyone.
It is always ten thousand times better than facing those greedy and cruel nobles in other noble territories.
Um.
The Pompeii family was just a flag and a tiger skin in their territory. After hearing what Michel said, the people stopped complaining and worked hard, just like what the village chief said.
Hey, Master Luther, just have fun. Although we are not happy, it doesn't matter, we just put in a lot of effort.
The discussion in Tiematun is not an exception.
There were grumbles, complaints, and doubts in every village, but under the banner of the Pompeii family, Luther's orders were still carried out.
Of course, there is no airtight wall in the world. Some of these comments also reached Luther's ears. In response, Luther smiled slightly and was very generous.
Facts speak louder than words.
When the harvest comes in autumn, those heavy ears of wheat will clear away all doubts, complaints, and complaints. They will also turn these into great prestige.
Look, under the leadership of our great Pompeii, our lives are getting better and better.
What a smart young man Luther, he came up with an idea and our harvest increased a lot.
Hey, Pompeii, our lord Pompeii.
Huge prestige, huge praise.
All in all, time will prove everything. Besides, Luther hasn't had time to pay attention to the complaints of these bastards. He has to find a blacksmith to deal with the plow.
Fertilizing the field with manure is one link, and so is the plow.
Fertilizing fields with manure can increase the harvest of existing land.
Oxen plowing can save a lot of labor. This way, farmers can have more strength to cultivate more new fields. After achieving success, farmers will join forces and purchase oxen.
In this virtuous cycle, the land and harvests of the entire Pompeii Territory will skyrocket.
Only when you have money can you talk about buying magic potions.
In the end, the entire territory still serves me.
We are men who want to at least become a real earl and noble.
Without further ado, after Luther asked Lelouch to manage the details of Pompeii, he excitedly went to find the only blacksmith in Pompeii.
That is, his personal maid and little Maya's father.