Lord: I am in a world of pain, raising a girl

"Also, sir, I think Nightfall Territory needs normal houses. Slaves always live in tents made of rotten wood and rags, which is not bad. The terrible thing is that even free people have no houses. This will cause dissatisfaction among the people, if you care about their opinions."

"This problem will take time to solve." Field took out a spare map from the bookshelf and handed it to Tate: "Wait until I recover the forest and quarry in the east, the housing problem will be solved. In addition, I have to plan the site selection. This map is for you. If you have any ideas, please raise them in time."

"Yes, sir."

Tate felt trusted and supported.

Although Nightfall Territory is not even as good as the slums compared to Maple Leaf Territory, something new seems to be sprouting here.

Early the next morning, the maid brought pudding, white bread and goat milk.

There are no dairy cows in the territory, only beef cattle. Fortunately, goat milk is not bad, but the amount is small.

Asina was wearing a lace-trimmed aristocratic long skirt, which Field bought in Maple Leaf City and slightly modified according to Field's aesthetics.

Although Asina likes her maid outfit very much, she didn't wear "work clothes" because she was on vacation today.

Asina, who changed into a dress, almost made Field embarrassed to look directly at her. He had to do some psychological preparation to calm himself down.

With her long hair casually scattered, Asina supported her face with one hand, and her eyes, which were full of charm and wildness, were half-closed and slightly opened, looking very confused, and no one knew what she was thinking. The white stockings were close to the perfect leg lines, looking noble and elegant, and the sitting posture with legs crossed squeezed out an attractive mysterious area.

There were stockings in this era, but they were not the ultra-thin material of modern times. Today's stockings are thicker, and only some flesh-colored light can be seen faintly, but it is definitely not exposed.

It was not the rigid and rigorous sitting posture of a noble lady. Asina's toes wrapped in stockings were still sandwiched with slippers, swinging seductively.

Other nobles would find it rude, but Field was happy that Ashina released the lively nature of the wolf sub-people, so he only taught some nobles and modern etiquette, not all feudal dogmas.

Anyway, this is the Night Territory, and Field has the final say.

"What do you need me to do today?" Ashina lazily used a silver spoon to scoop a spoonful of pudding into her mouth, revealing a satisfied smile. After tasting the sweetness, Ashina blinked her big eyes and suggested, "Do you want to go treasure hunting? It would be great if we can find treasures."

The discovery of wine and magic scrolls before made the Night Territory earn a lot of money, and Ashina was a little obsessed with treasure hunting.

"Not going today, if you like, you can accompany me to the grassroots." Field frowned and drank the goat milk. This thing was very transmuted, and the chef also added salt to it, so it was not delicious.

Ashina was stunned for a moment and repeated this strange word: "Go to the grassroots?"

"Ahem, just go and guide the work of farmers and slaves."

Ashina didn't think twice: "Okay, let's go together."

Leaving the winery, you can see the messy slave camp at a glance, but there is no one in it now. The slaves were driven out by Tate to work early in the morning. Slaves don't have breakfast, and they don't even have time to eat. To be precise, even free people don't go to eat breakfast, this thing is too luxurious.

Ordinary people in the Middle Ages ate two meals a day. Lunch was called "breaking the fast", which was eaten more formally, and they had to thank and pray to the gods. Dinner was more casual. Field observed that it was called dinner, but it was actually a midnight snack, because free people ate very little at night.

And breakfast, called "a small meal to break the fast", is generally only eaten by nobles, and they have to pay attention to noble etiquette, such as not taking breakfast back to the room to eat, and washing hands with a shallow water plate and towel before eating each dish.

Of course, none of this matters. Field still eats according to the dining habits of the Chinese.

"I regret not riding a horse."

After walking two steps, Field covered his face speechlessly. There was feces everywhere on the road. Although feces can fertilize the land, it also needs to be fermented.

"Obviously, my previous decree has failed." Field looked around and didn't see Kao, so he turned his head and said to the maid Scissors, "Go and call that old boy Kao, and call the free people who can speak."

Soon, Kao came over with an embarrassed look on his face, and there was an old man named Old Turtle Dove with him. Old Turtle Dove was originally a villager led by the bull. After being brought here by Field, he became the new village chief and could solve the small problems of the free people, such as neighborhood disputes and family conflicts.

"Good day, sir." The two bowed at the same time.

"Good day." Field also smiled at them, and then asked, "Is the problem of urinating and defecating everywhere still difficult to solve? Talk about the difficulties you encountered."

KaoHe said with a guilty conscience: "There are too many of them! And everyone is as stupid as a pig. As soon as I say a word of advice, they forget it completely. In addition, they don't take verbal advice seriously, and they will act like a rogue and say that they are a first-time offender."

Indeed, even if some modern old people do bad things, your verbal advice is useless, just treat them as farts.

And I am so kind that I give them three chances. There are hundreds of people, and three chances for each person, which can almost fill up the night collar.

After saying all the good words, it's time to strike hard. Field wished he could confiscate their tools.

"Announce it. From today on, anyone who urinates or defecates anywhere will be punished. Free citizens will be fined one copper coin, and those who have no money will be fined one whip. Slaves will be punished three times, three copper coins or three whips, and there will be no warning." Field's face was dark. "In addition, organize the children and women among the slaves to pick up feces every day and pile them together."

What a noble who loves cleanliness and loves toss, the old turtledove thought in his heart, it's just feces, I really don't understand why you have to spend the effort to put it together, can you pile it into a statue?

"Do you know how to fertilize and ferment fertilizer when you farm?" Field turned to ask the old turtledove.

"Fertilize?" The old turtledove looked confused, "We can water, weed and catch insects, and of course, the most important thing is to pray. Pray to the goddess and pray for a good harvest."

"Uh."

Field's mouth twitched. No wonder there were not many people in this era, but there was not enough food to eat. People always starved to death. Even the most fertile land would be exhausted if crops were planted frequently.

"Then you should apply fertilizer." Field pointed to the farmland, "Pile up the manure and use it for irrigation after planting crops."

"Goddess of Harvest! What did I hear! I really should tear off my ears and throw them away."

The old turtledove rolled his eyes and almost died of a cerebral hemorrhage. If the person in front of him was not the Baron, the old turtledove would definitely fight with his fists.