I am Peter III, Emperor of the Hexagon of the Goose Kingdom

Chapter 13 Killing two birds with one stone, nobles and serfs receive both

The majesty of the butler here seems to be great, and under his orders, there were 150 young and strong serfs left in front of Peter.

Peter looked at them and shook his head secretly. These serfs could only be described as young. As for the strong ones, they had big bones but no flesh.

Seeing the worried expressions of their family members looking from afar, Peter ignored them. Although he was not an executive in his previous life, he was well versed in the survival psychology of social animals.

Young people eat enough for one person and the whole family is not hungry. If they want to resign, they resign. Even the boss dare not teach them easily. Scolding, just because they have a family business and a family to support.

The reasoning is the same now.

These people have wives and children in the manor, so they must not dare to have half-heartedness in working for him.

Peter is going to select [-] people from here to go to France to deliver the first batch of fashions.

Now there are three kinds of serfs in the empire, one is the state-owned serfs, the other is the serfs who serve in the noble territories, and the other is the great nobles, that is, the serfs in the boyar noble territories.

Among them, the serfs who served in the nobles' territories were the worst. Not only did they have to pay various income to the serving nobles, but the amount of these payments was often higher than the national regulations, because the nobles would often increase it themselves.

In addition, they have to pay various taxes of the state.

The serfs in the territory of the great nobles are relatively more comfortable. They only need to pay various income to the great nobles, and do not have to pay taxes to the state, and the great nobles themselves do not need to pay any taxes to the state.

Therefore, for these people, Peter can directly order them to do things. Otherwise, there will be no shortage of them in the territory of the big nobles. I don’t know how many serfs of the small nobles yearn to be sold here.

But Peter still opened his mouth with a little respect. He didn't introduce his identity, but said lightly:

"Work for me, you will have food, and you will be well fed. You will have kopeks, or even rubles, at your disposal. If you die while working, your family will be treated well."

"Now, those who are willing to work hard for me stand up!"

Many people were eager to move, and their eyes glowed with enthusiasm, but no one dared to stand up.

Because some of them recognized Vorontsova standing behind Peter.

This is the daughter of the Minister of Internal Affairs, the owner of this manor, and the ruler of their destiny!
They did not dare to serve others in front of Voroncova.

Peter smiled and said lightly:

"Zova."

"Yes."

Voroncova understood what Peter meant, and what she did that Peter didn't expect, she took a few steps forward in front of everyone, then turned to Peter, knelt down, and kissed the top of his shoe.

Except for the guards who looked calm, all the serfs, including the housekeeper, were shocked.

Although Miss is Her Majesty's maid, it is an incomparably precious honor, because there is no chance to attend Her Majesty if she is not a daughter of a great noble.

The serfs in the manor would also show off their status as young ladies to other serfs when they went out to buy supplies.

But what do they see now?
The daughter of the Minister of General Affairs, the maid of Her Majesty the Empress, and the noble lady actually expressed her submission to this man in this way.

They don't know that the highest respect the ancient Egyptians expressed was to lie down on the land before its owner, to smell or kiss the land.

They did not know that whoever approached the king of the Persians had to prostrate himself before the king while praying, and had to touch the ground with his face as if facing a god.

But they knew that some nobles would demand this self-deprecating etiquette from their courtiers, even slaves.

But the young lady was willing, which made them terrified.

So, who is this guy?

Peter did not show a strange expression, he spoke again:

"I say it again, those who are willing to serve me stand up."

At this moment, none of the 150 young and strong people stood up, and they didn't dare to look directly at Peter, and they all bowed deeply.

In the Russian Empire, prostration was not practiced, Vorontsova seems to be an exception.

Peter looked at the butler, and said indifferently:
"Steward, this time you will lead the team. You select thirty of these people, let them eat and drink for three days, and then set off. As for what to do, you come into the house."

Peter pulled Voronzova up and gave her an appreciative look, which made Voronzova very happy.

Then Peter brought the butler into the house, while Mirkowski and a group of guards were ordered to guard outside.

The only people who knew about this conversation were Peter, Voroncova and the housekeeper.

Because the cost of buying fashion may be expensive, Peter is going to ask Voronzova to pay for it, of course she needs to know a thing or two, and Peter doesn't think Voronzova will leak it after he tells her.

When the butler came out, he looked bewildered. He grew up in this manor and had never traveled outside St. Petersburg. Now he is going abroad?

And it seems that France is still very powerful?

The housekeeper felt a little strange. Among so many serfs, who had the luck, the blessing, to cross the ocean as a serf...

The housekeeper burst into tears.

After that, he carefully selected [-] people, and started the arrangement according to Peter's instructions.

After the butler left, perhaps because of the buff brought about by the speech just now, or because of the cold air in the eighteenth century, Peter's mind was unprecedentedly clear.

It's not easy to go out of the palace, and if you don't go back, you will be ordered to be grounded by your aunt. Peter wondered what else he could do.

Then he got up and walked out, followed by Vorontsova.

At this moment, in the distant field, the serfs who had restarted their work looked at him with longing eyes.

They were too envious of the 30 people who were selected.

Wouldn't it be a great honor to work for this man who can make the lady submit, and the nobleman also said that they can even have rubles.

Even if they have an accident, the family can be properly resettled.

Never have they seen such a compassionate and kind nobleman!

Peter looked around and smiled slightly. Not far away was his head of guards, Mirkowski. It was impossible for him to ask Mirkowski and the palace guards to go abroad to do business for him, because these needed to be reported.

And it was Vorontsov, Vorontsova's father, the Minister of General Affairs of the Privy Council who was the one who approved it. He had to report to his aunt any serious matter related to the crown prince.

Just like the mysterious office behind the scenes, this light and darkness constituted my aunt's eyes and ears.

Peter said to Vorontsova:

"The weather is cold. I think these serfs wear too little. These are your property. Prepare a set of winter clothes for each of them every year."

Mirkovsky was surprised by Peter's words, His Highness seemed to be becoming more and more different. He stopped doing what His Highness liked, and began to do things that He hadn't done before. It's so strange.

Voroncova saluted and said:
"Yes, Your Highness, I will let other manors do the same, so that they will be grateful for His Highness's kindness."

Peter shook his head and said:
"No, just this manor. After all, you, a nobleman, have to pay for the purchase of winter clothes. Naturally, I have to consider for you."

Peter's words not only moved Voronzova, but also Mirkowski.

Voroncova moved His Highness to think about herself, and now she can't wait to serve His Highness wholeheartedly and let His Highness feel her warmth.

But Mirkowski felt that His Highness is so kind and considerate, knowing that it is not easy for nobles to earn money, so he only restricted this manor.

Because the housekeeper was away on errands, Vorontsova went to announce it herself.

When the serfs heard that everyone, including children, would have a set of winter clothes, and that this order came from the emaciated but noble man, the serfs were all grateful and burst into tears.

"Miss, thank you! Sir, thank you!!!"

Every time you said something, countless serfs knelt down excitedly and cried out.

It was freezing cold, but their hearts felt the warmth of being cared for.

(End of this chapter)