Apocalyptic Dragonborn Lord

Chapter 19 Open Source II
After finishing the calculation, Stannis began to say quietly: "But how many people do I actually have?"

Bachelor Romon hastily flipped through the books in his hands, "This was only calculated last year. The real number of people in this village is 630 in Tanzania, 350 people in Jelunbu and 340 people in RKZ, and there are [-] households in total. .”

"There are less than 500 people in total. How can there be so few?"

"Your Excellency, have you forgotten? A great plague broke out in China more than ten years ago. At that time, even you were sick and almost went to see the gods, not to mention the farmers below. The entire village was wiped out." In the end, there were no people who even buried the corpses. The remaining people either gathered in several large villages and were sheltered by the church, or they fled to the east bank of the river to avoid the plague. In the end, only a few people were left in the whole territory. There are 1000 people."

Thinking of this, Bachelor Romon couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

After he said this, Stannis remembered the plague wave that swept the entire kingdom. The dead covered the streets, and the rats enjoyed a feast of human flesh in broad daylight. The traverser shivered at such a terrifying sight.

"Aren't your son and his wife also in that plague..."

Stannis clearly remembered that his maester also lost almost all his relatives in that plague.

"Let's not talk about sad things." The old man wiped his eyes.

The earl returned to the topic with interest, "Then how much is the output of each household? What is the tax rate for me?"

Bachelor Romon began to rummage in the book in his hand again, "According to the latest records above, each household's harvest of a season, including ground wheat, barley and oats, as well as harvested peas, cabbages and cheese, add up to According to the harvest situation, the total ranges from fifteen to twenty-five pieces, and according to the decree, the freeman needs to pay one-tenth to his lord as the protection fee under his wings."

"That is to say, if I take an average of 20, I can receive a tax of 2 gold coins from each household, which is nearly 700 gold coins!"

Stannis felt that life suddenly became brighter, but he soon found that the three people in front of him didn't seem excited, especially Korodov, who was still wringing his fingers and adding up one by one.

These guys are really inferior to elementary school students in mathematics.Stannis sighed and shook his head.

"You said just now that it's a season's income. If it's calculated as two students a year, I'll double it..."

But Robert interrupted Stannis, who was complacently counting his income.

"Boss, you are too confused!"

"What!" Stannis glanced at him angrily. He hated it when someone interrupted him while he was doing the accounting.

"How could it be cooked twice a year, it should be cooked once every two months!"

Stannis seems to have opened the door to a new world. It turns out that common sense cannot be used in the fantasy world. In the Westland, even in this mid-to-high latitude region, the grains in the fields can be guaranteed to mature and harvest in two months. As long as we sow different grains in turn, we can harvest food all year round?
"Six crops a year, great." When Stannis is happy, his income can be multiplied six times.

"700 coins multiplied by 6, 4200 coins a year!!?" He grinned and started to giggle. Sure enough, being a lord is the coolest thing. You can lie down and collect the money. Swim in an ocean of gold made up of coins.

At this time, Maester Romon ruthlessly broke his illusion.

"Your Excellency, you are too confused."

"What's wrong?" Stannis was puzzled.

"You forget that you can't grow food for three months in winter!"

Stannis quickly kicked off this winter break in his mind, then he would be able to harvest 4.5 seasons of grain a year.

"That's not bad. Multiply 700 gold coins by 4.5, so there are still 3100 gold coins in the bag."

"My lord, you are too confused."

This time it was Korodov who said.

Stannis was already driven crazy by these guys reading lines one by one, "What's the fun in you guys mocking me one by one! Can you finish it all at once!"

The knight commander continued to read without guessing: "My lord, have you forgotten that after the farmers harvested the grain, it would take another month to grind the wheat?"

"One month, that's ridiculous! Is there a concept of foreign labor in this era?" Stannis didn't believe it at all, two months of farming and one month of processing, although he didn't distinguish between five grains when he was an otaku, but this This obvious thing still couldn't fool him.

Korodov made a gesture of invitation, "It's useless to talk more, my lord, please go to the mill and take a look and you will understand."

Stannis turned his head and found a dilapidated thatched shed not far away, and there was a faint creaking sound from inside.

He followed his men and found that the thatched hut was originally a mill, with a weather-beaten millstone inside, and two skinny nanny horses were pulling it with all their strength, but it seemed very inefficient.

"What's the matter, is there something wrong?" Stannis revealed his ignorance of agronomy at this time.

Korodov tied the reins of the nanny horse on the millstone, "My lord, come and see if you can push it."

What's so difficult about it, Stannis spit on the palm of his hand twice, and then exerted all his strength, the millstone remained motionless.

"What material is this made of, so heavy, Adamantium?" Stannis stuck out his tired tongue, but it still didn't work.

"This is the best millstone in the territory." Bachelor Romond added.

He could understand why it took farmers a month or more to grind their wheat.

"Aren't there rough horses?" He pointed to the two poor old horses and asked again.

"Because we charge for renting them out, farmers prefer to push the millstones themselves."

At this moment, Stannis finally understood the greatness of the working people, but it is not enough to be moved, because the production efficiency of these guys is so low that he can only collect taxes for three quarters. Walking is generally melancholy.

Watermill!Stannis suddenly had a flash of inspiration. If there is this building, the productivity will definitely be +50%.

"Aren't there any production buildings like water mills here?" He asked curiously.

Bachelor Romon shook his head decisively, "Of course not, Your Excellency."

Stannis was not disappointed. This kind of backward place knew with its toes that it was impossible to have such an advanced mechanical building.

Although he wouldn't... He finally knew that those drawing dogs still had some uses.

It seems that the middle ages can't be done. Before getting the science students who have time-traveled, he can only put aside the construction of the water mill and find another way to open up the source.

(End of this chapter)