Start as Inherited Baroness

"Really? Where did they build the village?" Simon asked with interest.

Because there are wastelands everywhere in Yongyi Territory, it doesn't matter where they build the village, so he let the free people choose the land themselves.

Anyway, no matter where the village is built, the cultivated land belongs to Simon, and the villagers only have the right to use it.

It's a bit like a tenant, and the lords are equivalent to big landlords.

"They are along the river in the south, closer to the South Post." Mad reported respectfully.

"Then let's call it Nanning Village." Simon thought about it for a while and named it casually.

"Yes, sir." Mad responded respectfully and was about to leave.

"Wait, I will appoint you as the government steward.

Later, you will go to the smelting plant and ask Claude to cast a copper seal as a certificate of your exercise of power.

The seal will be engraved with "Yongyi Territory Government Affairs Office."

Simon ordered that there are more and more people in the territory now, and it is not okay to be lax all the time, and rules must be established.

After that, laws must be promulgated to maintain basic order.

"Yes! Baron! I will not let you down and will handle the affairs well..."

Upon hearing this, Mad was overjoyed and bowed to show his loyalty.

"Well, by the way, how much wood has been cut now?" Simon nodded with satisfaction and asked again.

"Sir, there are 49 oak trees, 13 ash trees, and red sandalwood..." Mad immediately reported the number like a treasure.

Simon nodded and said, "You go and arrange it these days, and let the carpenters make 500 half-length wooden shields and 1,000 oak spear shafts with oak.

Let the blacksmiths use the iron ingots in stock to make 1,000 spear heads.

In addition, let the female slaves weave 1,000 pieces of Zamubu armor."

"Yes, I wonder if there is a deadline?" Mad asked.

"Three months."

"Baron, I understand." Mad nodded, and when Simon waved his hand, he retreated respectfully.

Simon continued to train the light infantry.

The equipment that Mad was asked to make were all prepared for the serf militia.

As the saying goes, clothes make the man and saddles make the horse.

Even if a thousand serfs can march, if they are ragged and carry hoes, they will not be very intimidating.

But if they are all dressed in neat Zamubu armor, holding spears and wooden shields, the feeling they give people is definitely very different.

After a while, the soldiers finished standing in military posture.

Mai Lan walked to Simon with a few flags under his armpit and reported: "Baron, the flags are ready.

There are four colors in total. The red flag usually represents attack, the green flag can indicate the direction, and the blue flag represents holding on the spot.

As for the last white flag, it represents...represents retreat..." Mai Lan introduced carefully.

Hearing this, Simon carefully examined the flags and nodded slightly. He did not dislike the white flag because of its meaning.

Among the nobles, backbone is rarely mentioned. This thing can save lives at critical moments.

"Okay, I'll design a few flags to indicate forward, left turn, right turn, retreat..."

Simon said, thinking for a while, making the movements simple and easy to understand, and then began to demonstrate to the light infantry.

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Seven days later in a flash.

During this period, in addition to comprehending magic in his spare time, Simon taught the light infantry how to train serfs.

Now that they have almost learned it, the next step is to let them teach the serfs.

Since most of the serfs are now tamping earth and building city walls in Yaman, it is impossible to train all day.

You can only take one hour in the morning and evening, and train twice a day.

It is planned that in the first half of the month, only standing at attention will be practiced every day.

After that, standing at attention in the morning, practicing kicking in the evening, turning, raising spears and other movements.

In this way, the serfs' exercise volume has increased a lot, so Simon plans to give each of them an extra bowl of thick rye porridge every day.

The serfs' current meals are a standard two-pound black bread every day.

And a bowl of rye porridge mixed with a lot of grass in the morning and evening.

It can basically fill their stomachs. The grass is mainly to add some trace elements to them so that they don't have to poop.

It is definitely not for saving food. Simon is still very good to the serfs. The black bread is solid and has few impurities.

In addition, two more caravans came in these seven days, one selling groceries and cloth.

The other was selling food. Simon bought some of them and bought a few more expensive clothes for Winnies, and Kailin also had some.

Of course, Bara, Gini, Airey, Sarit and others were not forgotten.

There are also those Yingti, but the clothes of the female slaves are definitely not as expensive as those of the nobles.

On this day, Simon came to the smelting plant. Claude wiped the sweat from his head and trotted over to greet him.

"Master, you are here. The golden goshawk has been cast, and the seal of the government office is also ready.

In addition, most of the gold coins, gold nuggets and gold mines have been melted into golden eagles, and the silver nuggets have been made into silver deer and silver sheep...

Please have a look, master, here..." He smiled flatteringly and greeted.

Simon nodded slightly, and saw him open the lids of several wooden boxes. The things inside immediately dyed his face golden.

Simon reached out to touch the golden goshawk, then lifted it up and played with it in his hand.

"Your craftsmanship is pretty good. This goshawk is so lifelike, not bad, not bad!"

He smiled slightly, nodded in praise.

"Master, this is the slave's duty, as long as you are satisfied." Claude smiled obsequiously, with a look of pride on his face.

He had spent his whole life refining this thing, otherwise he would have made the baron unhappy, and he would have cut off his head with a knife.

"You are indeed attentive, so let's let a female slave take care of your daily life.

I'll give you another bowl of barley porridge every day. "Simon rewarded.

"Thank you, Master, for your kindness! May the Holy God bless you with no illness, no disaster, and a long life!~" Claude was so surprised that he knelt down and kowtowed.

Moreover, his face turned red with excitement, and he couldn't even remember how long it had been since he had touched a woman...

The other smelter slaves looked at this scene and were moved to tears with envy.

Seeing this, Simon waved his hand generously and said: "From now on, each of you will add a bowl of barley porridge every day."

"Thank you Master!"

"May Master..." They all knelt down to express their thanks, but they were not as energetic as Claude.

"Okay, go ahead and do your best." Simon nodded and pointed his eyes to one side.

Mai Lan, who was beside him, understood immediately and arranged for the soldiers to move the wooden boxes to the storage room.

Simon then followed in, telling all the soldiers to get out and guard the door.

Then he put the golden eagle and the golden goshawk statue into the storage column.

It is more reassuring to carry valuables with you.

The current storage room is just a thick wooden house built relatively solidly. It's hard to feel at ease with good things in it.

Even the alchemy materials obtained from magical beasts were also collected.

After that, a few more days passed.

While Simon was practicing war spear and magic, he inspected the construction progress of the rammed earth wall and also watched the training of the serfs.

Every day is quite fulfilling.

But on this day, some uninvited guests came.

"Sir, a group of nobles are visiting, and they request to see you."