I'm not a lord

Chapter 20 He only knows how to kill

During the days when the lord went north to inspect the forest, Old Albert basically lived in White Bear Town.

He was to supervise the blacksmiths and carpenters on site as they made the heavy plow.

Every time he made one, he would personally check the quality and then send people to deliver it to various farms.

Old Ai knew very well the temperament of the serfs these days.

You have to demonstrate this new and expensive thing like the heavy plow on site more than a dozen times before you can get the approval of some serfs.

Among the serfs who agreed with the heavy plow, only a small number of wealthy serfs were willing to pay for it.

If they find it useful, they will spontaneously spread the word to other serfs and encourage them to buy heavy plows.

Only at this point did the heavy plow become truly popular in White Bear Territory.

The most critical point lies in the quality of the heavy plow.

If an accident occurs during the live demonstration, then there is no point in promoting it.

Therefore, Lao Ai must personally supervise the production in White Bear Town.

He also knew the nature of the blacksmith Qihe and the carpenter Tolima.

If no one is watching, the bastards in these two monopolies will definitely cut corners.

In the past, cutting corners a bit wouldn't have been a big deal; the serfs would just have had to pay a little more for maintenance each year.

But heavy plowing was a task assigned by the new lord himself, and Lao Ai wanted to show off his skills in front of the lord, so he didn't dare to be careless.

Besides, Lao Ai also gets a share of the money earned from selling heavy plows.

His son Albert the Younger married Zich's daughter.

When Qi He opened a branch, Lao Ai invested money in it.

As for the selling price of the heavy plow, it is currently tentatively set at 8 silver coins, which can probably buy 300 kilograms of rye or 8 sheep in the White Bear Territory, a price that the serfs can afford.

Although Old Ai lives in White Bear Town, he has never neglected the composting business in his territory.

Under his command, the White Bear Territory's stewards and village heads came out in full force to urge the serfs to collect feces to make compost.

Even children under ten years old were mobilized to pick up manure on the farm roads and pastures.

March before spring plowing should have been a rare rest period for the serfs, but they were forced to engage in new work. You can imagine how much they cursed.

All we can say is that Lao Ai really did what he did: "Let the serfs suffer and then take the blame."

When Yagna walked out of the castle, she saw such a lively scene.

In the fields, the head of the village drove a heavy plow, splashing up waves of soil, which attracted exclamations from the onlookers.

On the road, you can see children carrying wicker baskets everywhere, with feces piled to the brim in the baskets and a foul smell everywhere.

Yagna is not completely ignorant of farming.

Influenced by the Duchess of the Swamp, she read several books on agriculture in the palace and also learned about agricultural production in the Shoal Territory and White Bear Territory.

When Yagna saw that the two-wheeled plow could easily dig furrows more than ten centimeters deep and only required one person to operate it, she immediately realized the value of this thing.

After asking around, she quickly arrived at White Bear Town with two 'bodyguards' and found Old Albert who was counting wood in the warehouse.

"Madam, why are you here?"

Seeing Yagena suddenly appear, Lao Ai was obviously a little surprised.

He didn't know whether Yagna and Lin En had reached a consensus.

But since the former lord's wife was able to continue living in the castle, something obviously happened between her and the new lord.

Calling her Madam is probably the right call. "What's with those wheeled plows in the fields? Also, isn't spring plowing in White Bear Territory next month? Why are the serfs still working? And what about those kids carrying baskets of manure?"

Yagena was very satisfied with the title of Madam, but that did not stop her from asking questions rapidly.

"Madam, you'd better wait for the master to come back and ask him. I am only following his orders."

Old Albert was unsure of the actual relationship between Yagena and Lynn, and based on the principle of "too much talk leads to mistakes", he pushed all these questions to Lynn, who was still groping in the forest.

After a moment's thought, Yagna asked, "You mean, these new things are all related to him?"

"Yes." Lao Ai just nodded.

Walking out of the timber warehouse, Yagna looked at the clear sky in the north, and looked forward to Lin En's return more and more.

At this time, Lin En was still groping in the forest.

In order to unlock as much map fog as possible to facilitate road paving in the future, he deliberately took more detours.

It took him nearly four days to walk to the salt mine.

By the time we returned to the castle, eight full days had passed since we set out.

Before setting off, the group was dressed neatly.

When they came back, they were even more barbaric than the barbarians.

Lin En's coat was torn into strips by the branches, and he looked disheveled like an elder of the Beggar Gang.

It was only by relying on those still bright eyes that the three brothers who stayed behind in the castle were able to recognize his identity.

Lynn allowed two middle-aged maids in their thirties to remove all his equipment, and then he took a comfortable hot bath.

After dinner, he shared the gains of the trip with his brothers in the study.

Lin En drew a simple map on parchment and said, "I discovered a salt mine in the northwest of the territory. It's very shallow and very easy to mine. It's about forty to fifty kilometers away from the territory."

When the three brothers heard about the salt mine, they were naturally very excited.

Why would he risk being hunted by the Duke and come to the territory to pretend to be a noble?
Isn't it just for money?

Isn't it much faster to make money by selling illegal salt than by supervising serfs to farm?

"I know you're anxious, but wait. Selling private salt in the North is tantamount to going against the king. The risk is no less than pretending to be a baron."

When the three brothers heard what Lin En said, they all laughed.

The bravest of the four brothers said bluntly: "Brother, we are horse bandits. We have offended the Duke, so we are not afraid of offending the King!"

Lin En stopped writing with the quill in his hand and glanced at the three brothers: "There is another problem. Someone is already mining that salt mine."

"Who is it?" The hot-tempered Old Five was full of murderous intent, as if he was just waiting for Lin En to call out a name before he turned around and attacked.

"It's most likely a deserter."

"People from the wilderness?" Lao Wu's eyes suddenly became confused.

Lao Liu asked: "Brother, are there really barbarians in the north?"

Unlike the fifth brother who was still studying for a primary school diploma, the sixth brother had received professional monastery education, had a certain understanding of the wastelanders, and knew about the war that took place thirty years ago.

"We didn't actually see any barbarians, but based on the mining traces left at the scene, we can basically confirm that they were barbarians. If we want to mine salt on a large scale in the future, there will inevitably be conflicts with the barbarians." Lin En briefly reiterated his inference.

"In other words, we want to fight against the barbarians?" Lao Wu's eyes became lively again.

He didn't know what the barbarians looked like, nor did he know how strong their fighting skills were. He only knew that he wanted to kill them all.

Anyone who prevents them from getting rich must die!
(End of this chapter)