"Okay, that's it. Ehlers..." After deciding on this matter, the baron turned his head and looked at his eldest son: "I will leave it to you to write letters to these villages... Tell them, this is a territory that costs three dollars. The serfs traded good skills, if anyone accidentally killed him, he would definitely pay! Double the compensation!"
"Um...uh, father..." The eldest son drew a few strokes on the parchment, then raised his head suddenly, and said hesitantly, "Actually, we don't necessarily need to ask them to pay."
"Huh?" The baron frowned slightly.
"If... I mean... if you want to make the serfs in Akeli village who can move their nests more stable..." The eldest son said slowly: "These farmers...well, these lucky ones in Akeli village, it is best to let the following The stewards of the village and the heads of the village are responsible for it themselves.”
"Hey!" The baron's eyes lit up.
"In this way, the castle saves a fortune..." Speaking of this, the eldest son sorted out his thoughts, and his words became more and more fluent: "These lucky inferiors in Akeli village have become the masters of the village below who spent their property in exchange for It’s a good craftsmanship, and it must have been taken care of with more care.”
"Well, this method is very good!" Edmund, the manager, nodded slowly.
"That's right, that's how it should be." Valles, the agricultural officer, also expressed his support: "It's just a few serfs. Compared with the double-seed buckwheat, there is no need to mention other harvests. In a year at most, it will definitely earn several times.”
"It's a good idea. It's just..." The water officer hesitated a little: "I can't see anything, and I have to hand over a few serfs first. I'm afraid the stewards are not happy about it."
"Your Excellency's order, who dares to talk nonsense?" The captain of the Karth guard stared.
"They don't dare." The water officer spread his hands and smiled wryly: "However, what I am worried about is not that they dare to say gossip... but that if these bastards interpret the kindness of His Excellency the Baron as a search, by the way And then vent the dissatisfaction in my heart on the hands of the people who moved the nest, wouldn't that delay the harvest of the territory in the end?"
"Uh..." Captain Carthus got stuck.
"Don't worry about this." At the critical moment, His Excellency the baron smiled slightly, and turned to his eldest son again: "Ehlers, add another sentence when writing the letter, let them lead the serfs to the village of Akeli to exchange for the transplanted beehive manpower."
"Good way." "This way, it will definitely be fine." "Your Excellency the Baron is thoughtful."
Everyone immediately praised in unison, and part of the neat praise was obviously flattering. However, the supplement proposed by His Excellency the Baron at this time is indeed a good idea: the so-called letting the village manage the affairs, the village chiefs lead the serfs to exchange hands It is false, let this group of people see with their own eyes the effect of increasing production after transplanting honeycombs in Akeli Village.
Seeing the real effect with your own eyes is better than any description and command.
"In this case, there should be no problem." The eldest son of the baron painted a few times on the parchment again, and when he raised his head again, his tone was full of emotion: "In a few days, Brother Praia will ask for more There are almost fifty serfs out... a few barrels of beans, what a bargain."
"Fifty?" His Excellency the baron snorted, "Three for one, that's a serf for a serf! Now they're all freedmen... Hey, Master Ackford traded three serfs for one There are free folks with crafts in the village of Akeli, so the saying spreads, does it sound good?"
"Uh..." Everyone froze slightly.
"Five!" Baron Ackford tapped on the table lightly: "Remember to remind the steward and the head of the village to choose stronger ones!"
Five... then five...
All the bureaucrats looked at each other calmly, and no one raised any objection to this decision.
Anyway, you don’t need to pay by yourself, and you don’t need to get it directly from the castle... Three exchanges for one become five for one, and the total number of about fifty becomes more than one hundred. It must be much easier for the heads of the village's stewards. —Anyway, with the huge benefits of increasing buckwheat production, these guys will definitely not suffer.
"Okay, father." The eldest son of the baron scribbled on the parchment again, and asked casually, "Where is Lord Ross?"
"Two... seems a bit too much, not very good..." Your Excellency the baron hesitated a little: "Well... let's give thirty on the territory side, and add on the parish side, at least forty."
"Well."
Everyone nodded in unison, close to but not half of Priest Praia's, such a measure is indeed more appropriate.
At least forty serfs!
Hearing this, Tines, the second son of the baron who stood by the side and basically said nothing, was eager in his heart.
When the second son of the baron came of age, even at the worst level, he could only get a small fortune, which must have been more than forty serfs.
But the account cannot be calculated in this way. The second son of the baron separated and obtained the property with a hammer. However, the forty serfs that Priest Los has harvested now are just extra gains from going out to the castle and the parish.
This lucky little priest is only 14 or 5 years old!
Just go out casually, and you can get forty serfs, at least one-fifth of the property when you divide the family in the future. Thinking about the future wealth, how could the second son of the baron not be jealous.
It was too early for Tines to be envious.
After the matter was agreed upon, Baron Ackford suddenly stopped the crowd and tugged on the rattle at hand. Soon, the wooden door of the deliberation room sounded "Tuk Tuk Tuk".
Baron Ackford gave his support, and gently pushed the door open, and a servant dressed obviously as an inferior came in.
"Tell me what you heard this morning." Baron Ackford raised his jaw.
Pastor Paul, who was on the street, would try his best to find out what happened to the castle. Of course, Baron Ackford had already made arrangements. In the morning, everything that happened in the church was under the attention of the baron.
So, in the next few minutes, in the deliberation room, the eldest son, second son, and several other officials heard the complete process of Pastor Paul's promise, wooing, and explanation to Wu Qingchen/Loth.
"Presiding over the church, hey..." Under the gaze of the crowd, Chief Edmund shook his head and said slowly, "The position of the church in Akford certainly means more than Pastor Paul."
"Hmm." Baron Ackford tapped on the table lightly, with a serious expression on his face: "Anyway, the church led by Ackford is also a formal priesthood. I didn't expect the pastor Paul's department to be a priest. Willing to pay that price."
"It seems..." Even the captain of the Carthusian guards could see it very clearly: "Besides Pastor Praia and Deacon Talma, other people in the parish are also very optimistic about His Excellency Ross. There are only a few dozen serfs, and I am afraid it cannot reflect the territory. attention."
"What does parish mean?"
"Planning to rob a few more serfs who have mastered the technology of moving beehives?"
"How can this be done? His Excellency Ross is obviously from Fort Ackford!"
"Troublesome! Although the name is just a name, but these serfs, after all, are indeed serfs of the church."
"Think of a way, add a few more serfs at most, and ask His Excellency Ross to change his rhetoric!"
"Inappropriate." Ba Fengte, the forestry official, shook his head slowly amidst the chatter: "Now it's five for one, and if you add more, if you don't say it too deliberately, it will easily cause trouble..."
"Don't always stare at one place." Baron Ackford shook his head and said meaningfully: "Ross/Moore didn't come here alone, Tines, tell me."
I? The baron's second son was caught off guard by being named, and his heart skipped a beat.
brother... brother...
"That's right!" Baron Ackford nodded with a smile, "And then?"
not alone...
Loos/Moore didn't come alone...
The opportunity was too rare, and Tines's mind was spinning quickly, ignoring his father's strangeness.
Of course the second son of the baron could hear such an obvious reminder.
"What the parish throws out is fame... In this regard, we are not really suitable for interfering. However, we can give His Excellency Ross real benefits."
After thinking for a few seconds, Tines clasped his palms together suddenly: "The parish wants His Excellency Ross to focus on the church, and we can also find a way to let His Excellency Ross focus more energy on the territory!"
not alone...
"Father..." Tines said quickly: "I propose that Ross/Moore's elder brother, Grace/Moore, become the deputy of the agricultural officer, His Excellency Balles, and take full responsibility for the treatment of cattle and mobile beehives in the territory." matter."
Tines, the second son of the baron suddenly had a bright eye: "Father, Your Excellency Ross, there is another brother!"