Knight Lord: Start with Daily Intelligence.

Chapter 43: Promulgation of the "Land Labor Law"

After receiving Frederick's confirmation and support, Su Li immediately smiled and said, "Okay then. The first decree our court will pass in the territory is the 'Law of Farming': It is the sacred duty of every serf to work hard for the Hesse Territory and create value. The territory will reward and punish this. The three serfs with the highest annual output will be rewarded for their contributions, and the lord will personally free them from slavery. The three serfs with the lowest annual output will also be punished and sentenced to death."

The bitterness of being forced into internal competition in a previous life couldn't just be borne by Su Li and his compatriots; everyone else had to experience the capitalists' exploitative methods. They all recalled the bitter past and thought of the sweet future together. Only by becoming the King of Competition and dying of competition could they escape this life of slavery.

Frederick's eyes widened instantly. He thought that Young Master Su Li felt that he had killed too many people, but he didn't expect that the lord felt that he was not cruel enough!

He took a deep breath and said, "My Lord, executing three serfs every year is a considerable fortune. If you add the pardoned serfs, your loss of wealth is probably more than ten gold coins."

Su Li smiled calmly and said, "Knight Frederick, you must learn to look at things from a holistic perspective. Perhaps executing three serfs did indeed cost us nearly 3 gold coins. But in terms of overall profit, we made a huge profit. A farmer's annual income is at least 10 gold coin, so even if the overall work efficiency of the serfs increases by 1%, 1 serfs can easily make up for this loss. Do you think our territory doesn't even have 1000 serfs?"

"As the saying goes, if punishment is unknown, then power is unfathomable. None of the serfs know how much grain and wealth their neighbors have produced, so they are terrified of being eliminated from the bottom, and they can only desperately strive for internal competition. Efficiency could increase by over 100%. We can easily make up for this tiny loss."

Frederick was shocked when he heard this. Wasn't Master Su Li the devil who played tricks on people? He could imagine that once this decree was passed, all the serfs would never have peace again.

Therefore, this decree cannot be issued in the name of the lord. In a territory, there must always be someone who plays the good cop and someone who plays the bad cop.

There is no doubt that the lord is always kind and generous, and his grace and light benefit every citizen of the territory.

The only people who could propose such a cruel decree were the cruel officials in the court, so at noon Frederick drafted the decree in his own name.

The effect of the "Land Reclamation Law" was also extremely significant. Once this law was promulgated, the serfs felt like the sky had fallen. More than 50 slaves reclaimed 60 acres of land in just one afternoon!

This is really the Grim Reaper holding a scythe on everyone's neck.

Whenever a serf wanted to slack off, he would be scared out of his wits when he saw others working hard internally.

Anyone who has studied or worked knows that enthusiasm can be fleeting. When something comes to mind, it makes you feel like you can't slack off and must study hard and strive for it with all your might.

But 99.99% of people cannot sustain this enthusiasm. Once the three-minute enthusiasm is over, they begin to slack off.

But the problem is that the "Land Labor Law" is really hanging over everyone's neck. As long as they slack off, the pressure of death will suddenly approach, like a rope full of rust, tightening their throats.

In this situation, all the serfs had to repeatedly engage in internal competition, which was short-lived and risked their lives.

Until the sun sets, the golden afterglow dissipates from the earth, and the moon rises, illuminating the quiet and fertile land. The knights who are maintaining security and patrolling within the territory return one after another, and the serfs are still working hard in the ridges, clearing out some gravel, crushing the wild grass roots, hardened soil, etc., and leveling the land.

Su Li stood on the castle wall and looked eastward. He could clearly see a flat field that had been reclaimed, and some of the fields had even been planted with crops such as wheat and carrots.

It wasn't until 7:30, when the spring night had completely darkened, that Fandral left the fields and excitedly made his way to the castle overnight. The white-bearded old man trotted up the city wall and stood before Su Li, his expression fanatical and ferocious. "Respected Lord, these serfs in your territory are simply the most perfect believers of the Dawn Goddess. Even within the Church of the Dawn, such hardworking and diligent individuals are extremely rare. They rise early and stay up late, endure hardships, and work diligently. How perfectly they align with the teachings of our church!"

"Praise the Goddess of Dawn. Following you to the foothills of the Black Forest must be an oracle from the gods. This is the promised land of our Dawn Church."

"You don't know what happened. During my preaching today, I vaguely felt the grace of the Goddess of the Dawn. Especially when I planted the wheat seeds you arranged, it was as if I felt the gaze of the Goddess of the Dawn."

"Our territory is absolutely a sacred place blessed by the gods. We will surely have a huge harvest in the near future!"

Su Li looked at the old druid in surprise. In his impression, the old man was aloof, gloomy and full of hatred, but he was completely different from what he looked like now.

He was now in a frenzied mood, his eyes glowing, and his face, rough as bark and covered in wrinkles, was like a dead tree reborn, a sturdy tree blossoming. Like a mandarin duck sleeping together in a quilt, a pear tree overshadowing a crabapple tree, his mental state was like this.

At this moment, let alone worrying about whether he would secretly escape from the territory, you couldn't drive him away even if you used a stick to chase him.

Su Li also didn't expect that the person most affected by the promulgation of this "Land Labor Law" would be the powerful priest of the Church of Dawn, the elite druid.

If the old druid could see the loyalty option at this moment, it would definitely be maxed out.

But this is a good thing. Su Li also happens to have some ideas about farming and wants to talk to the old druid.

Su Li smiled and said, "It's certainly worth celebrating that the light of the Dawn Goddess can illuminate our territory, but we can't just sit back and enjoy the fruits of her labor. Instead, we should actively explore and, through hard work, turn the vast expanse of land into our fertile fields, right?"

After hearing this, Fandral felt like he had finally met a kindred spirit and a wise leader. His eyes glowed with excitement, and he clapped his hands in admiration, "My Lord, you are truly the perfect saint of our Church of the Dawn! Every word you say embodies our teachings. The Goddess of the Dawn should choose you as her Chosen Warrior."

Su Li couldn't help but smile. So this is what it felt like when bosses in the previous life painted a rosy picture for people! No wonder they enjoyed it so much!

Although Su Li had never been a lord, he had lived a life of luxury in his previous life, and eventually died from it, so he had plenty of experience as a slave.

He vaguely felt that he had found the secret to being a lord.

However, making promises to the priests of the Church of Dawn was just a small matter that made him smile. He quickly returned his attention to the main business and said to Fandral, "You need to speed up the progress on the farmland. Starting tomorrow, divide the serfs into three farms, planting wheat, carrots, and cabbage respectively. Let them become familiar with the cultivation of one crop, which will further increase the speed of farming."

Fandral patted his chest and promised, "Tomorrow the serfs will no longer be cleaning the rooms in the stronghold. I will mobilize another 70 serfs and divide them into three groups. I guarantee that at least 150 acres of farmland will be reclaimed tomorrow!"

(End of this chapter)