The Extraordinary Earl

Pompeii Castle, in Old Sol's study.

Old Sol was sitting on a chair, with veins on his forehead showing and his face a little ugly. It seemed that he was holding something in, but finally he couldn't hold it in anymore.

He scolded: "You prodigal son, you not only want to liberate the serfs in the territory, but also liberate the serfs you will buy in the future. This is a waste of gold coins."

That's right. Luther just mentioned what he wanted to do to Old Saul, but the result was not that smooth.

After hearing this, Old Sol wanted to endure it, but he still couldn't help but get angry.

If Old Sol was angry, Luther might have been afraid of taking a three-pointer when he first traveled through time. After all, Old Sol's Iron Fist of Love was not a vegetarian.

A meal of fried pork slices with bamboo shoots can make him want more.

But now Luther is not afraid at all.

The person who made the family prosperous was him, the next generation of Pompeii knights, the baby bump. So Luther patted his chest and vowed: "Dad, don't worry, this money will never be lost in vain. As long as you do what I say, you can make it back, and make a lot of money."

After hearing this, Old Sol really believed it.

There is no way, I really have to believe it. Look at what this next generation of Pompeii knights did. They made great achievements in agriculture. Pompeii's future tax revenue will definitely be huge.

Having made great achievements in business, Pompeii wine brought unimaginable profits.

Old Sol used to be very prestigious in front of his son's family. Of course, in Luther's eyes, he was strict and old-fashioned, and it was always a serious family atmosphere.

Old Sol is the well-deserved head of the family.

it's good now.

Facing such an outstanding successor as Luther, Old Saul could no longer maintain his prestige.

Look, look.

Selling serfs is obviously not worth gold coins, but I was shaken by what I said.

Finally, Old Sol sighed, as if his body had been hollowed out, and waved his hands feebly: "Anyway, the Pompeii family will be yours from now on, whether you lose or make money, you can deal with it as you wish."

The broken jar was broken.

I don’t know how to run a territory anyway.

It's up to you, your stupid son.

"Thank you, Dad." A bright smile appeared on Luther's face, and he quickly walked out of the study to go to Lelouch to discuss the next issue.

City Hall, inside Lelouch's office.

After hearing the exact news brought by Luther, Lelouch was still surprised. Because in his impression, Old Sol was a strict and rigid guy.

Such an obvious act of prodigality was actually passed.

Immediately, Lelouch glanced at Luther thoughtfully, and understood something in his heart. The younger one was too good, and the older one had already delegated power.

But that's a good thing.

Old Sol is a lord who doesn't know how to manage the territory, but now that the power has been completely delegated to Luther, they can flex their muscles without worrying about Old Sol interfering at the critical moment.

No matter which world you are in, you are not afraid of opponents who are like gods, but teammates who are like pigs.

I'm not afraid of Old Sol letting go, but I'm afraid of Old Sol interfering.

"Luther, I already understand your plan. But are there any specific details?" Lelouch crossed his hands on the desk and asked.

At this time, Luther also took out his chair and sat down. He thought about it and said, "I have some immature ideas."

After a pause, Luther continued: "The serfs of the family have been imprisoned physically and mentally, almost like domestic animals. But these represent older people, and the younger ones still have some spirituality. Therefore, treat We should deal with serfs of different ages separately.”

"Tell me about it." Lelouch said with interest.

"We give seeds and farm tools to the older serfs, allowing them to cut down forests and cultivate fertile fields. Their treatment is also tax-free for one year, and the fields belong to private individuals. Among the young people, spiritual people are selected and we introduce them to them. Blacksmiths and carpenters are apprentices, adding more professionals to our city of Pompeii in the future. What do you think?”

Luther asked after finishing speaking.

"This is a good idea. Most of the older serfs are dull and can only farm, but the young ones are different." After thinking about it, Lelouch affirmed Luther's approach.

But he still had a question.

"For carpenters, it's okay. There are some carpenters in the territory, so it's not a unique craft, so the carpenters will occasionally recruit apprentices. But it's hard to say for the blacksmiths. The blacksmiths in the territory have been the old Bob family who have been serving the Pompeii family for generations. Yes, it’s a family skill. Can he pass it on to these young serfs and let them take away their jobs?”

Lelouch asked.

"It's up to me to convince Old Bob, and I believe Old Bob is an easy-to-talk person." Luther was not worried about this, and immediately stood up and said: "As for arranging the serfs' affairs, I'll leave it to you. Open up new lands. We will wait until the fields are harvested in the fall, but recruiting those clever young men is urgent. When the 10,000 people are recruited, I will need more blacksmiths and carpenters. "

Lelouch shook his head and said: "Luther, you are too impatient. Carpenters are okay, apprentices can start with a little learning, but it takes at least three years to train a blacksmith."

Luther was stunned, but he had a solution, and said: "In this case, go to Kaiyue City to recruit some blacksmiths. In short, I need to see more tools after the autumn harvest. Logging tools, agricultural tools, etc."

"Okay, I'll do it." Lelouch nodded.

After Luther explained, he walked out of the city hall and walked towards the blacksmith shop. The city hall is relatively close to the blacksmith shop and we arrived quickly.

Outside the blacksmith shop, Luther heard the sound of old Bob and his son knocking on the iron, and thought to himself.

"It's not that I despise blacksmiths, but this will be the central area of ​​Pompeii from now on. If the blacksmith shop is so noisy, it would be better to move to the outer areas."

Building bit by bit in my mind, the future layout of Pompeii. Luther walked into the blacksmith shop and found that the eldest and second sons of old Bob were forging iron.

After Luther asked, he realized that old Bob was not here.

After asking where Old Bob was, Luther looked surprised. Immediately, Luther took the accompanying guards and rode towards the east.

The territory today is very different from a year ago. The road is smooth and solid, and riding on the road is not bumpy at all.

Soon, Luther and his accompanying guards came to the edge of the territory, which was the edge of the forest. From a distance, Luther saw Old Bob and Mrs. Bob standing in front of the forest, pointing at the forest.

"Master Luther." Old Bob heard the noise, turned around and saw that Luther was coming, and quickly bent down to salute with his wife.

Luther waved his hand to old Bob, indicating that there was no need to be polite, then he got off his horse, looked at the forest, and then asked: "Uncle Bob, are you really determined to hand over the blacksmith shop to your sons? Do you want to follow the development of the territory, cut down the forest after autumn, and become a farmer? "

"Yes, old Bob prefers to be a farmer than a blacksmith." Bob rolled up his sleeves and made a show of going to work.

But it was old Bob who came here to take a look at the forest and plan to reclaim a piece of farmland owned by Bob's family.

This is a professional uncle who deeply loves farmers.