Start as Inherited Baroness

"Yes! Sir! Your will is my direction!"

Odd howled, his eyes firm and serious.

"Yeah! Good job!" Simon smiled with satisfaction, encouraged him, and got on his horse.

"Yes! Sir! I will definitely finish it..."

Odd seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, his face turned red, he was very excited, and he was very superficial.

Simon didn't say anything anymore, just smiled and led the people away on horseback.

"Salit, find them an open space on the edge of the forest to the west and ask them to build their own camp.

Food is not provided for free and is sold at regular prices. "Waiting far away from Odd and others, Simon ordered.

"Yes, sir." Sarit responded and left the team with a few light cavalry to contact Odd.

The temperament of this mercenary leader will have to be tested over time. Since they want a job, give them a hard job.

This can be used to attack the kobold and jackal groups in the forest. No matter how many mercenaries die, Simon will not feel bad.

In addition, these people waded through the river to lead him from the pile of rocks, which also gave him a heads up.

A post must be built where the river is shallow.

Although there are many shallow places, it is impossible to block them, but it is better to give early warning.

There is no buffering at all, and everyone is in a hurry.

"Ailei, go to the river and choose a good location to set up an outpost to prevent anyone from crossing the river to our side.

It doesn't matter if you can't prevent it, at least you have to put out a warning signal. Simon thought for a while and ordered.

"Yes! Sir, I will do it right away." Airei responded and took some people with him.

Not long after, Simon returned to the camp.

The serfs who had fled for their lives were all driven back to sow seeds, which was just a false alarm.

The next few days were also peaceful, and the serfs successfully sown all the fields.

However, they still couldn't be idle. Simon summoned all the serfs to cut down trees and build manor camps.

Due to the large number of people, fifteen forts were built in a few days, each covering an area of ​​thirty or forty acres, with wooden houses and watchtowers built inside.

It was done in a decent manner, with meeting rooms, kitchens, warehouses, toilets and other facilities available. Although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs.

After that, Simon personally led the people and divided the serfs into fifteen teams.

Both upper-class serfs and middle-class serfs were distributed according to the quality of the manor's land. If the land was good, there would be more serfs, and vice versa.

And after some tests, he personally appointed commanders and security chiefs among the serfs.

The appointment of the leader is also a bit particular. On the one hand, the land is good, but it is also not good to be too honest. It must be the kind of person who has a temper and can control people.

In addition, Simon also split up 300 slave soldiers and stationed them in the manor.

Not only to guard against external threats, but also responsible for internal suppression.

Allocate more to those on the outside and less to those on the inside. After all, manors on the outside face greater dangers.

The slave soldiers in each manor also elected captains and deputy captains. They did not obey the chief security officer, but monitored the chief security officer, but were not allowed to interfere with production.

The slave soldiers in Slaver's Bay were purchased from Middle-earth and trained.

Due to his thin physique, he was not worthy of much investment, so he did not undergo in-depth training.

Therefore, the loyalty of this kind of slave soldiers is completely inferior to that of the slave soldiers, their combat effectiveness is also much worse, and their minds are still a bit messy.

In response to this situation, Simon also responded by introducing a rotation system, allowing the slave soldiers to take turns stationed at different manors on a regular basis.

In this way, there shouldn't be any major problems within three to five years.

When the situation in the territory improves, these short slave soldiers with inherent deficiencies will be eliminated.

Simon worked hard for seven or eight days and finally made arrangements for this matter.

A large number of serfs left the camp and lived in the manor.

However, although the busy farming period is now over, the slaves still cannot take a breather.

Except for the serfs who were left behind to do the necessary weeding and watering, the rest were sent to Yaman to build rammed earth walls.

The speed of wall construction doubled.

Seeing the slaves working enthusiastically, Simon smiled happily.

However, his smile suddenly faded. He discovered that some slaves were actually working hard. They were busy running around without leaving their feet off the ground, but in fact their work efficiency was worrying.

There are actually quite a few gangsters.

"Damn! Big pot rice is really not reliable..." Simon thought to himself.

After a while, he suddenly smiled sinisterly and said proudly: "Hey, I have it! You dare to fool me!"

"Call Yaman over," he said softly.

"Yes." Mailan responded and trotted away.

After a while, Yaman followed him and walked over.

"Lord Baron!" He bowed and shouted respectfully.

"I see that some slaves are not productive at work. Let me teach you how to deal with it...

You divide them into groups, designate a group leader, and then divide the work scope of each group. They must complete it within a time limit. If they cannot complete it, they will not be given a meal.

The tasks assigned to the slaves should not be too heavy, but not too light either. They should step on the line of completing it with all their strength...

It's up to you how to arrange it specifically, that's what it means anyway. " Simon taught.

"Yes! Sir, I understand." Yaman's eyes were straight, as if he was still thinking, and he grinned.

"Well! Go ahead." Simon patted him on the shoulder and encouraged him.

After that, Yaman went to organize the slaves into groups and assigned tasks according to blocks.

Appoint some construction worker slaves as overseers, responsible for the supervision and technical guidance of several areas.

The slave soldiers are watching from the side. If anyone is obviously lazy, just go up and give him a few whips. You're welcome.

In fact, they often don't need to do anything, and the members of the same group will teach the lazy guy. After all, if they can't complete the task, the whole group will be hungry.

Simon inspected for several hours and found that after grouping, the work efficiency had improved a lot and the gangsters had disappeared.

He nodded and returned to the camp with satisfaction.

"Mailan, go and call those dozen smelters."

As soon as he reached the open space in front of the hall, he suddenly said.

"Yes!" Mailan responded and left.

After a while, more than a dozen people followed him and came to Simon.

"What metals can you cast?" he asked.

"Reporting to the master, there is no problem with copper, silver, gold, or bronze. It can be cast into coins or other shapes."

A man in his thirties who looked to be of medium build and relatively strong had a humble expression.

They don't melt cast iron because they can't reach that temperature.

"Well, you are the superior smelter, right? What's your name...?" Simon looked at the person who made the noise and smiled.

"Master, my name is Claude." He smiled flatteringly and said softly.

"Oh, you are a dozen slaves who know how to smelt, let you be the leader.

Chunlan! Chunlan, come here quickly! "

"Master~" Chunlan was called and immediately ran over.

Simon hugged her into his arms and said in her ear: "Take a few maids to carry the wooden box in my house."

"Yes~"

She responded coquettishly, swaying her round buttocks and walked away. Claude and the others looked at her with distracted eyes and kept swallowing their saliva.

In fact, Simon felt that these singing female slaves were more reliable.

Because they are sterile, as beautiful as flowers, and physically fragile, they cannot carry them on their shoulders or lift them with their hands, so they can only survive by relying on their masters.