The Extraordinary Earl

Pompeii.

At present, it is still a small knighthood in the countryside, with a population of only about 2,000. All tax revenues come from agriculture. This is a small territory that is looked down upon by nobles with titles.

But who knows what kind of energy this little country knight leader will unleash in the future?

From Luther's perspective, the future is promising.

Under the call of Pompeii's tiger skin, and under the planning of Pompeii Mayor Lelouch, the entire Pompeii territory began vigorous construction.

The free people of the ten villages, as well as the serfs directly belonging to the Pompeii family, all participated in the construction.

Roads were repaired, excrement was cleaned up, toilets were built.

Because of the Pompeii family's prestige in the territory and Lelouch's supervision, the freedmen did a good job in cleaning up feces and building toilets.

But there are still countless voices of doubt that are constantly fermenting.

Because of the Pompeii family's prestige, the free people chose to obey, but the Pompeii family's prestige could not control what the free people thought.

No, the private discussions have basically never stopped.

Tiematun.

This is the small village that was entrusted to the Magellan family by the Knights of Pompeii. It has more than a dozen families and about 140 or 50 people.

In this small village, the daily crop grown is wheat. The harvested wheat and taxes will also be given to the Iron Horse clan.

These taxes, coupled with subsidies from the Pompeii family, allow the Iron Horse clan to have the ability to cultivate knights for generations. He is a loyal subordinate of the Pompeii clan.

These dozen families also had close relatives of Magellan.

Because Magellan was the peace officer in the territory and was also the knight teacher of Luther and William, the chief of the village had someone else. This village chief was a cousin of Magellan.

It's called Michel.

Michel is a middle-aged man with an unremarkable appearance, although he is Magellan's cousin. But because the Iron Horse clan can only train one knight per generation.

The previous generation was Magellan, and the next generation was Shushua.

Therefore, Michel is actually an authentic farmer. However, because Michel knows how to read and is a bit smart, he has more prestige in the village and becomes the village chief.

The weather is a little hot at the moment, and it's noon again. Michel led more than 20 strong laborers in the village to repair and clean the roads.

Pour the cleaned excrement and the excrement produced in the village today into the newly built toilet.

Everyone is sweating profusely and working hard. But the atmosphere was relatively silent.

"Hey, I'm talking about guys. These guys have been farming for generations, plowing the soil in the spring, planting wheat, weeding in the summer, harvesting in the fall, and sleeping in the winter to fuck women. They rely on the sky for food. I haven't heard of poop. Pour it into the fields to increase the harvest.”

Finally, a free citizen spoke out what was in his heart, full of complaints.

Forget about repairing the roads, after all, it is also good for the villagers, and the Pompeii family also distributed wheat cakes to everyone to fill their stomachs.

A win-win situation.

But the job of cleaning up feces is disgusting, so forget it. It's disgusting to dump feces into your own field.

This opens up the conversation, like a flood coming that cannot be stopped.

"Isn't it? We are all farmers. This has been passed down from generation to generation, but we have never heard of such a thing."

"Feces? It's disgusting just thinking about it."

"Can the wheat produced from this be eaten?"

"This feces attracts mosquitoes. If it attracts pests, what should we do if there is no wheat harvest this year?"

The people were either full of complaints or worried. In short, they found the matter of this manure field to be very mysterious and did not believe it at all.

"Shut up, everyone." Michel shouted, and instantly all the sounds around him went silent. But the people blinked their eyes one by one, as if to say, they can stop my mouth, but they can't stop my thoughts.

Michel sighed and said: "Actually, I am also very skeptical about this manure field. But don't forget, this is Pompeii territory. No matter what Master Luther asks us to do, we have to grit our teeth and do it. I'm not worried that this feces will attract pests. We usually defecate everywhere and it doesn't attract any pests. As for whether wheat can be eaten, even if it is contaminated with feces, as long as it can fill the stomach. Let’s just think of it as selling some of our strength to Master Luther.”

What Michel meant was the matter of excrement fertilizing the fields, which was probably also mysterious.

But the expenditure is just a handful of effort, just play games with Master Luther, and this little effort will not kill anyone.

It is always ten thousand times better than facing those greedy and cruel nobles in other noble territories.

Um.

The Pompeii family was a flag, a tiger skin, in their territory. After hearing what Michel said, the people stopped complaining and worked hard, just like the village chief said.

Hey, Master Luther, just have fun. Although we are unhappy, it doesn't matter. We just put in a lot of effort.

The discussion in Tiematun is not an exception.

There were grumbles, complaints, and doubts in every village, but under the banner of the Pompeii family, Luther's orders were still carried out.

Of course, there is no airtight wall in the world. Some of these comments also reached Luther's ears. In response, Luther smiled slightly and was very generous.

Facts speak louder than words.

When the harvest comes in autumn, those heavy ears of wheat will clear away all doubts, complaints, and complaints. It will also turn these into huge prestige.

Lo and behold, under the leadership of our great Pompeii, our lives are getting better and better.

What a smart young man Luther, he came up with an idea and our harvest increased a lot.

Hey, Pompeii, our lord Pompeii.

Huge prestige, huge praise.

All in all, time will tell. Besides, Luther didn't have time to pay attention to the complaints of these bastards. He had to find a blacksmith to deal with the plow.

Fertilizing the fields with manure is one link, and so is the plow.

Fertilizing fields with manure can increase the harvest of existing land.

Oxen plowing fields can save a lot of labor. In this way, farmers will have the strength to cultivate more new fields. After achieving results, farmers will join forces and purchase cattle.

In this virtuous cycle, the land and harvests of the entire Pompeii Territory will skyrocket.

Only when you have money can you talk about buying potions.

In the end, the entire territory still serves me.

We are men who want to at least become a real earl and noble.

No more gossip. After Luther asked Lelouch to manage the details of Pompeii, he excitedly went to find the only blacksmith in Pompeii.

That is, his personal maid and little Maya's father.

A middle-aged uncle named Bob.