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

Just now I was thinking that Baron Field loved cleanliness. It turns out that his purpose of collecting feces is to pour filth on food!

Too noble! Too extravagant!

"Covering the gift of the goddess of harvest with dirty and unclean things? This is blasphemy and will suffer terrible divine punishment, such as locust plagues and droughts. My lord, you must be joking." The old turtledove blushed and talked a lot about his farming experience. "We are professionals in farming. I have been farming for a lifetime. How can I not understand it?"

Field would not argue with the old-fashioned man, but waved his hand: "Maybe you are right, but I want the slaves to plant the land according to my requirements. This is an order."

"My lord, only magical creations and the chosen ones can affect food production." Faced with such a big thing as food, Kao did not dare to let Field do whatever he wanted. "As long as you keep praying, God will respond to you."

Yes, it's God again. Field rubbed his eyebrows.

The existence of the chosen ones and magic is indeed a treasure of this world, but it also has a great inhibitory effect on production and technology. The most common problem is that they are not serious about their work, and their subjective initiative has dropped significantly. If they cannot grow food, live in poverty, or fall down while walking, they will blame themselves for not being pious, and then send money to the church, waiting for the arrival of miracles.

"I know that magic and the Chosen One can affect production, but the Night Territory can't do it. We need to find other ways out."

Ashina is a pure military department and is not helpful for production.

"This is my order, compost, and then irrigate the field. In addition, when planting radishes and cabbages, cultivate them according to the ridge system. When planting wheat, you need to loosen the soil twice and try to keep the land flat." The ridge system has the advantages of increasing ventilation, fertilizing the land, and loosening the soil, but Field did not explain it. He was used to dealing with these old-fashioned people. "This is my decree. The fields planted by slaves must be completely in accordance with my requirements. You can plant whatever you want."

There are only a dozen free people, and they can't plant more than a few acres, which is just right for reference.

"As you wish." Although the old turtledove looked reluctant, the land belonged to the nobles, and Field also left room for them to plant farmland without fertilizer.

Before Field traveled through time, he spent some childhood in the countryside of his hometown, and he still knew basic agricultural knowledge. Of course, even if the knowledge is not applicable to the current farmland, it is only a very small loss, anyway, the land in the Night Territory can't grow anything.

Then, Field personally guided several slaves to dig a barely decent ridge, and then left with satisfaction.

"Will the Night Territory be full of wheat and vegetables next year?" Ashina looked back with interest.

"I hope so, but it will definitely not be enough for everyone. We will have to rely on imports."

"It would be great if meat could be grown." Wiping the saliva from the corner of her mouth, Ashina was more interested in meat, "Meat is still the best."

As a carnivore, Field nodded in agreement: "That's true, but vegetables can also be cooked well, but my chef has never tried it, or the meat he cooks is also average."

The current cooking methods are extremely hellish, such as stewing fish heads with cream, boiling cabbage for half a day to make cabbage paste, stewing meat and fruits together, and jelly made from fish jelly, sheep fat and animal offal, which is extremely disgusting.

Field's chef also did this. Although Field asked the chef not to string oranges on the grill more than once, the devil chef firmly believed that this would make it delicious.

"Really? I think the barbecue is delicious now." Ashina tilted her head, "Also, can vegetables become delicious?"

"Of course, I happen to be free today, I must let you see the real deliciousness." Field looked over and saw Tate working in the new slave camp, "It just so happens that my consultant has started working, give him a chance to prove himself, let's go to the kitchen first."

Before, Field was busy defending the territory and clearing corruption, so he didn't bother with the chef. Today, he went to the kitchen in person to prevent him from making weird food again.

The current kitchen is the same as the existing kitchen in the big winery, which is very spacious.

But Field walked in and immediately felt the simplicity.

Unlike the Chinese kitchen, there is no stove here, but a camping pot built with a triangular bracket and a soup pot. Be careful not to overturn it when cooking. There are a lot of bacon hanging on the wall, various vegetables are piled on the ground, and there is a tree stump in the corner with an axe inserted on it, which is a tool for chopping bones.

There is also a grill, on which steaks and two apples have been put. The chef calls it a dinner plate. He has a special liking for "refining" fruits, because this is a skill he is proud of. However, he can pickle fruits and make fruit pies, which is barely acceptable to Field.

DinnerPan, with a round belly, was the fattest man in the territory, envied by all slaves and freemen. He smiled naively and said, "Hoho, sir, I will make apple grilled steak, Brussels sprouts soup, and orange and almond stewed cured ham for lunch today. I also added peppers as seasoning."

Dead, thank you.

When Field heard "orange, almond stewed cured ham, and added peppers", he could no longer hold back and was so angry that he almost had a cerebral hemorrhage.

The chef also made this kind of food last time. Field tasted it and drank five cups of black tea to rinse his mouth. Without hesitation, Field gave the whole dish to the servants. What's more bizarre is that everyone praised it for being delicious.

It's true that they haven't eaten a few bites of good pork, and they treat swill as a state banquet.

"Orange and almond stewed cured ham is gone. I want to create a new dish called dry pot beef. Prepare some beef tenderloin, onions, radishes, mushrooms and peppers." Field commanded.

"What is a dry pot..."

Seeing the chef hesitating and looking suspicious, Field had to repeat it with a stronger tone. No one likes to be questioned in their professional field, and Field also understands it, but in order not to be poisoned by dark cuisine in the future, Field directly uses the tone of command.

He really wants to show it himself, but if the nobles cook by themselves, the chef will hang himself that night.

"Don't add water directly to the pot, dinner plate, this way of cooking is brand new, listen to me, wash the ingredients first, cut them and set them aside, then pour some oil into the hot pot, this step is called hot oil, then..."

On the other side, the maid Sparrow, under the protection of five guards, prepared to serve the slaves. The main people serving the meals were ten freemen, and Sparrow was responsible for supervision, as well as showing her face and showing her presence.

The slaves must know who is feeding them.

The food for lunch is barley porridge and black bread. This batch of black bread from Maple Leaf City is more than a little better than the one bought from Golden Eagle City.