I'm not a lord

Chapter 11: Take action personally
The small square in the center of the farm was filled with women and children.

Everything that happened today was like a dream to them.

The lord who used to be high and mighty actually has to work in the fields himself!

And not only did he do the work, the master even personally demonstrated how to deal with livestock manure!

When had the serfs ever seen such a scene?
The news caused an immediate sensation as soon as it came out.

Soon, all the serfs who stayed in the farm arrived. Together with Lin En's inspection team, there were nearly a hundred people inside and outside the farm.

Albert didn't dare let his master do it in public, so he took a dung fork from his son and tried his best to dissuade him.

"Master, just tell me what to do. I'll do the work of stirring up the manure."

Lao Ai worked for his father a lot when he was young. He learned how to clean up livestock manure when he was six years old.

"How can speaking be as fast as doing it? I'll show you once, and you'll get it after just one look."

Lin En rolled up his sleeves and prepared to go into battle himself despite the dissuasion.

The smell of fresh livestock manure was indeed nauseating. The strong stench made him frown and almost vomit his breakfast.

But he needed a sensational event that could spread quickly to promote the composting technology in White Bear Territory.

What event could be as sensational as the lord stirring up manure himself?
This does not affect his authority as a lord.

In ancient times, emperors had to personally plow the fields during the spring plowing season every year to set an example for their subjects.

He is now just a small baron, and he is in charge of just over 3,000 people.

How could he make the serfs believe in the new technology he brought without setting an example himself?
In feudal manors, the annual harvest could barely cover the food and seeds for the next year, so people naturally hated the uncertainty brought about by change.

Lynn not only had to convince the middle-level managers headed by Albert, but also had to make the vast majority of serfs believe in him.

Most importantly, he could not use force to force the serfs to use the new technology.

The White Bear Territory was not covered, and the oppression was too harsh, so the serfs went straight to the shallows territory next door.

In front of the crowd, Lynn picked up a dung fork, suppressed the physical discomfort, and began to stir the dung pile on the ground.

While stirring, he also gave a detailed explanation.

"This method is called composting. It involves thoroughly mixing straw with livestock manure, then covering it with moist soil. It's like brewing mead. The manure ferments and generates heat under the seal of the soil. In just one month, it's transformed into the highest-quality fertilizer, significantly increasing crop yields."

Among all the people present, old Albert had the most profound understanding of agriculture.

His decades of farming experience told him that this new thing called "fermentation" was very likely to be useful!
For a smart farmer like him who is willing to use his brain to think, Lin En's words were like piercing a thin membrane in his head, instantly transforming the experience deposited in his mind into new cognition.

As soon as Lin En finished speaking, Albert asked impatiently: "Master, how should this fermented feces be used?"

"It's very simple. After plowing the land, spread the compost in the furrows as base fertilizer, cover it with soil, and then sow the seeds on the surface of the soil." While Lin En was answering Lao Ai's questions, he did not stop his hands.

With the help of the [Planting] skill, his technique became more and more skillful, and a large pile of manure looked like a piece of obedient dough under his manure fork.

"But, sir, wouldn't the heat from the manure kill the seeds?" Old Ai was like a thirsty student who had finally met a mentor who could answer his lifelong questions. "That's why it needs to be sealed for fermentation. Think about it, can you still use the fermented barley for brewing? It's like fully burned firewood; it can't be rekindled."

As soon as Lin En finished speaking, the dung fork in his hand stopped at the same time.

The manure pile and straw have been mixed, and now all you need to do is cover it with wet soil.

"I understand, I understand everything! I understand everything!" Old Albert howled and hugged his son, ecstatic, as if he had won a five million lottery.

Little Albert was thinking about the feasibility of composting when he saw his father's crazy expression and was stunned: "Father, what do you understand?"

Lin En was not very interested in this sudden little drama. His leather boots and trouser legs were now splashed with feces, which was stinking. He was almost pickled all over and needed to be washed urgently.

As he washed his leather boots and trouser legs with well water, the second brother who had been guarding him couldn't help but whispered, "Brother, have you been to Cold Wind Valley before?"

The second brother was the first of the five brothers to follow Lin En.

He was also a mercenary, and ever since Lin En saved his life, he has been following him wholeheartedly.

In his impression, the eldest brother has always been an excellent horse bandit leader who is serious and kills people without blinking an eye.

But who would have thought that the eldest brother was not only very good at chopping people, but also seemed to really understand farming. He would talk about some new method from the Cold Wind Valley, and even made the territory manager startled.

Even the second child was confused.

Did Big Brother really go to that Cold Wind Valley? Is that why he chose to target the second son of the Cold Wind Family?
"maybe."

"Maybe something."

By this time, Lin En had already finished washing up. He reached out and patted the second brother's sturdy shoulder. "Don't ask about my past. It's meaningless. Our current task is to manage the land under our feet."

"I understand, big brother." The second brother was the most obedient. If he said he wouldn't ask, he would never ask again.

By the time the hustle and bustle on the farm died down, it was already noon.

After Lynn demonstrated it himself, old Albert couldn't contain his excitement and tried to make compost. Naturally, he got covered in manure, but he was so happy that he danced with joy.

"Master, your method is truly miraculous. It's only been two hours since I covered it with soil, and I can already feel the heat radiating from it. Tomorrow, no, today, tonight I will gather all the stewards and village heads in the territory and have all the serfs use this compost!"

"No rush, we still have to go to White Bear Town next."

"Master, is there anything more urgent than promoting composting?"

"I also have a new technology from the Cold Wind Valley. It's more effective than composting and will have a greater impact on agricultural planting."

"What? There is new technology?" Lao Ai's breathing became urgent again.

The composting technology alone is already shocking, but the lord actually has an even more powerful technology?
After finally getting on the road, Lao Ai was excited, but new problems arose.

"Master, it suddenly occurred to me that last year's straw was mostly eaten by the livestock, and there's a high possibility that it won't be enough. Is there anything that can be used as a substitute?"

"Just use pine needles. They'll work just as well as straw. There's no shortage of pine needles in White Bear Territory."

(End of this chapter)