Apocalyptic Dragonborn Lord

Chapter 18 Open Source I
Stannis stroked his beard confidently, only to remember that this body is the same as the present world without a single hair on the chin, "Of course I have a plan for calling you over so confidently, but if you analyze the specific issues in detail, there is still a large area in the territory." I have almost forgotten a lot of things, and I need to figure it out again. For example, there is one item in the expenses: it costs 50 gold coins to rent a donkey every year. Why would I, a dignified earl, spend so much money on a donkey? It is my cousin What! Just forcefully conscript those bumpkins to raise them."

Bachelor Romon looked at him in surprise, "My lord, why have you been so forgetful recently? How could farmers raise those beautiful donkeys! These noble creatures cost a lot of money to breed, and we can't raise them." From now on, I have to spend money to rent a donkey to participate in the annual celebration.”

Donkey?noble?celebration?

What is this all about!How can a donkey that can only bark foolishly be associated with words like 'noble' and 'celebration'? Do people in this world enshrine donkeys like fetishes, and then pull them out for a stroll in sacred celebrations?

Stannis tried to remember it, and unfortunately, his idea came true.

In this world, donkeys belong to the pinnacle of collections, and are worth several times more than the most expensive horses...

Stannis shook his head. He didn't seem to understand why the world had a crazy love for donkeys, which would explain why he spent a lot of money on these stupid-sounding creatures.

Since the donkey can't cut the budget, we can only find another way.

"Your Excellency, do you have any other ways to increase income and reduce expenditure?" Bachelor Romon said cautiously, he didn't want to hurt the lord's self-confidence.

But Stannis obviously won't be overwhelmed by this small setback, "Of course there are, such as..."

The words have come to his lips, but he doesn't know how to express them. After all, as a modern person, there is a big difference in thinking between him and these guys who can't even count.

However, he quickly thought of a solution.

"It's too pale to use your mouth alone. Go, go to my territory, and I will explain it to you personally. By the way, call me Korodov and Robert. These two guys have nothing to do all day long. You can’t just eat my food all day long!”

Soon, Stannis and his 'staff' were wandering the countryside.

Although it is the countryside, it is actually adjacent to his castle.

The farmer in the country is busy on his land. These are the private lands of the Justin family, which means that the output on them is controlled by Stannis. As for the freemen who help him cultivate the land, of course they 'volunteer' to help La.

Looking at this beautiful pastoral scene that only exists in ancient poetry, Stannis felt his soul was clear, and then he made a wrong move, which was to take a deep breath.

The strong smell of human and animal feces mixed with rotting vegetation rushed into his respiratory tract, causing him to roll his eyes.

It took him a long time to adjust, "This smell is really strong, it's more powerful than a person who burps at you while eating leek dumplings with garlic cloves."

"Dumplings?" Robert next to him didn't understand.

Stannis waved his hand to signal them to continue walking, and began to ask the situation, "How many people are there in this village adjacent to my castle?"

"Two hundred households, more than 600 people." Bachelor Romon answered him.

"Hey, even a big village can be advanced into a town." Stannis remembered that the village where his relatives lived in the countryside had only two to three hundred people.

"However, they all live separately, because there are too many uninhabited lands here." Bachelor Romond continued.

Stannis rubbed his chin. If the people are too scattered, it will not be easy to manage. If they are not kept together, there are some unscrupulous people who secretly hide and refuse to pay taxes. "Then how many acres of reclaimed land are there?"

The three people in front of them looked at each other, they never thought about this question.

"What! You don't even measure the land, which is the most important thing for the governments of all ages?" Stannis shouted in disbelief with his eyes wide open.

Robert shrugged, "What's the use of it? Anyway, there's too much land to grow, and there are still large areas of wasteland that have not been reclaimed. Whoever has the ability to plant it can just take it."

Stannis also thinks about it. One of the reasons why productivity has not been able to increase in the early Middle Ages is that there are too few lands, which leads to the use of rough fallow farming. This is an unimaginable luxury in the East where there are many people and few lands, and intensive cultivation.

"How much land does a family cultivate?"

"About 15 acres, one third of which is used to grow oats, one third is used for grazing, and one third is fallow."

What he should have said was acres, anyway, the setting is like this, Stannis quickly converted in his mind, one acre is equal to six acres, that is, one family here occupies ninety acres of land, which is fast catching up Mencius' Utopia in "Mencius King Hui of Liang", we must know that during the population explosion of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, the per capita cultivated land in many places dropped to less than two acres.

"Then you all know how much land can be cultivated in my territory, so there is a certain amount of land reclamation in the future." Stannis had given up hope for these guys.

Unexpectedly, Bachelor Romon raised his hand, "I know, Your Excellency, I had the honor to follow your grandfather to inspect the entire territory 50 years ago. According to the survey and mapping of the Grand Bachelor at that time, my teacher, Bachelor Amon , There are about 230 square miles of land on the west bank of your territory, of which about one-third is suitable for cultivation."

Stannis began to calculate in his mind again, "My West Bank territory has 230 square miles equal to 600 square kilometers in size, of which 20000 hectares, or 50000 acres of land, can be used for farming. In theory, the current production level can afford about 3300 farmers. Self-sufficient."

The three of Robert looked at each other in blank dismay. They didn't know why the lord kept changing units, and what's the use of this thing?

"Of course my land should be far more than feeding such a small population!"

Bachelor Romond asked cautiously: "Your Excellency, what are you talking about?"

The young earl ignored their suspicious gazes at all, and at the end of the calculation, he simply sat on the ground and picked up a wooden stick to calculate on the ground.

"Based on the calculation of France, which has the largest population in the Middle Ages, the population density is 100 people per square mile. If I try my best to liberate productivity without the influence of any industrial factors, my territory should be able to support up to 23000 people."

"3000 people!" Robert exclaimed. This is a population comparable to a large city.

Such a large population means that it can provide sufficient sources of soldiers, generous taxes and a huge labor force, which is enough to be a stable lord and more than enough to protect itself.

"That's right." Stannis clapped his hands and stood up. "If it is managed properly, there should be so many people in my current land alone."

"That's too exaggerated." Bachelor Romon shook his head in disbelief. Even in the heyday of the past, the population of this territory never exceeded [-].

(End of this chapter)