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"Quickly, clean up all the debris in here!"

"Move quickly, none of them have eaten!"

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Construction has started, and the originally dead mining area finally has the smell of fireworks. The lifeless refugees also had rare smiles on their faces.

People are not afraid of suffering, but they are afraid of not seeing hope.

The lord is the backbone of everyone. They have been accustomed to living a life of dependence on the noble masters since they were young. It is really difficult for them to be independent.

Of course, the most important thing was that he was robbed first by the rebels and then by the counter-rebellion forces. He suffered the most brutal social beatings, causing everyone to seriously lack a sense of security.

Including following Hudson all the way south, only eating and not working every day, everyone still felt unsure.

It's different now. With new jobs comes value. Don't worry about the lord suddenly abandoning them.

What the serfs were thinking, Hudson had no idea. The large construction site in full swing is essentially just doing one thing, repairing the infrastructure damaged by the war.

"Master, there is a group of refugees coming outside. It is said that they are miners in the mining area and their families. They want to come and join you!"

Hearing this good news, Hudson once thought that his domineering spirit had exploded. No troops were sent there, but someone took the initiative to defect.

But after seeing the person clearly, this feeling disappeared. Wherever there are miners, they are clearly a group of beggars.

All of them were sallow, skinny, and dressed in ragged clothes. They trembled when they walked, and they looked like they were starving.

Although he was an aristocrat, Hudson still did not break away from the people at the bottom and said "why not eat minced meat".

There are nearly a thousand people in the team, including many old, weak, women and children. It is a miracle that they can survive in the mountains and forests. It is simply impossible to survive well.

Even if the territory is rich in output and there are many wild beasts in the jungle, and hunting can make up for the lack of food, it is only a drop in the bucket.

Hunting thousands of kilograms of meat at one time may be possible, but hunting hundreds or even thousands of kilograms of meat every day is just a dream.

If hunting could not guarantee a stable supply of meat, Hudson would not have set his men's quota so low.

His belly was unbearably hungry, so no wonder he came to join the new lord. If Hudson had arrived ten days and a half later, it is estimated that a tragedy of cannibalism would have occurred here.

At that point, this group of miners will be basically useless. People's bottom line is always very low. Once you break through for the first time, there will be countless times.

After glancing at everyone, Hudson announced the result directly to everyone without any unnecessary nonsense:

"Viscount Alphonse died unfortunately. I am your new lord, Hudson, Baron Koslow. Now I declare to accept your allegiance!"

After accepting the bowing ceremony from everyone, the relationship between the lord and his subjects was established. In the years to come, everyone will fulfill each other's obligations and enjoy rights and interests.

After the simple ceremony, everyone is considered one of our own. Without being polite, Hudson directly arranged for his men to take the newcomers to the river to wash themselves.

This is the rule of the game. When the old lord dies, the new lord only needs to declare that he accepts the allegiance of his subjects, and the matter is over.

The opinion of the serfs is that they have no opinion. Who cares what they think when they are part of the aristocratic property themselves?

Everything is so natural, there is no discomfort at all. Forcibly "adding drama" to win people's hearts will only make things worse.

No joke, in history there were lords who were suspected by serfs of being fakes because they were too close to the people. Because the lord in their memory has always been aloof.

With more people, there is greater power, and the repair speed of the territory's infrastructure is accelerated, and the corresponding food consumption is also increasing day by day.

As a last resort, Hudson divided his troops to transport the remaining grain from Dadir City; at the same time, he wrote non-stop letters to purchase grain from nearby nobles.

The harvests in Wyton and Wright counties are close to failure, and rising grain prices in the southeastern province is a high probability event. Even if there is no shortage of food in the province, food prices will rise due to political needs.

In this three-acre area in the southeastern province, grain merchants nominally determine grain prices, but in fact the masterminds behind the scenes are the Dalton family.

Based on Hudson's understanding of Earl Pierce, if this political strongman did not take advantage of the situation in exchange for benefits, he would be worthy of the nickname "The Fiery Lion".

The fact that grain prices are not being driven up now is not because Earl Pierce has any conscience. Mainly the local nobles, who doesn't have some food reserves?

According to the normal development process and relying on family support, we can survive the food panic in the early stages of starting a business. The prices are so high that they can't stop people from having food in their own hands.

Hudson was an exception. With the group of miners in front of him, the population of the territory directly exceeded the 4,000 mark. This was not the end yet.

The cronies sent out to deceive people are still working hard. He didn't even know how many people he could trick in the end, so he could only reserve more.

In terms of thinking, Hudson is still very clear. While he can buy food now, he will buy more. As for the assistance promised by your father, you can leave it there first and send someone to pick it up when needed.

Within two hundred miles, all nobles not involved in the development of the territory received letters from Hudson to purchase grain.

The East family buys 80,000 pounds, and the West family orders 100,000 pounds. As long as someone is willing to sell it, no matter if it is rye, oats, barley, potatoes, broad beans, peas, carrots, pumpkins... he will always come. Refuse.

As for more high-end daily necessities such as Warcraft meat, beef and mutton, wheat, and spices, they are all outside the scope of purchase.

Everything is caused by price, and it is also grains. The price of wheat is one and a half times higher than that of rye, and nearly two times higher than that of oats and beans.

Like countless lords, cheapness and large quantity are the first factors to consider. The cheapest potatoes only cost 1.5 copper coins per pound; rye only costs three copper coins per pound...

(1 gold coin = 15 silver coins = 1500 copper coins)

The only valuable food purchased in large quantities is salt, which costs as much as thirty copper coins per pound. This was low-quality table salt eaten by serfs. The price of refined salt enjoyed by noble men soared to two hundred copper coins per pound.

Knowing that this was blackmail, Hudson could only grit his teeth and accept it. Who allowed the production of salt to be controlled by the great nobles?

Buy, buy, buy, money is flowing like water for a while. Although these transactions are only on paper due to time and distance, money still has to be reserved.

It would be a tragedy if someone delivered the goods to your door but had no money to pay the bill. For aristocrats, it was very embarrassing to not pay back the money they owed.

He ordered more than three million pounds of supplies from his neighbors in one fell swoop. If all transactions were completed, the budget of seven thousand gold coins would be completely wiped out.

It's not Hudson's style to sit back and eat. Thinking of his pocket that was about to bottom out, reality told him that he had to find a way to make money.