I'm an Aristocrat, but I've Started a Farming System

Only strong strength can suppress everything. For Lin En, who has lived in two generations, this sentence can be called the truth.

Before he has sufficient strength, he does not need to push the serfs too hard, otherwise he will inevitably suffer backlash.

Karis has a pure aristocratic mindset. Although he is a free citizen, he has a heart to become a noble. His thoughts tend to be aristocratic, so he naturally looks down on these serfs and treats them as slaves.

Not Lin En. He knew the power of farmers very well. Even if an individual's power was low, it would be different if thousands of serfs united together.

Karis, you said that I lack the majesty of a lord. In fact, majesty is not formed by endless pressure. My father once said to me that moderate relaxation of restrictions will make the people of the land more loyal to you. Lynn said.

Karis said with a look of understanding, So it turns out that my thinking is too narrow-minded. Young Master, you are worthy of being the son of the Earl. I believe that Ash Town will eventually reach glory under your leadership.

Linn waved his hands, I'm tired!

Karis leaves the room.

Linn shook his head slightly, feeling more and more that Caris had a sense of stupid cuteness. The Earl had never said such words to him, he was just using it to fool Caris.

The knocking was not exclusive to the castle.

In front of a house on the south side of the town, a man stood at the door.

Sir, it's me!

As the door opened, a man with a beard, wearing coarse clothes and bark shoes walked in.

Rafe sat on the chair and yawned, Ava, what are you doing here so late?

The man named Ava put the object in his hand on the table. It was a pair of exquisite cowhide boots, brushed with tree oil, which reflected the luster under the candlelight.

Raph's eyes moved when he saw the boots. For a man, a pair of exquisite boots represents a noble status. Especially since the material of these boots is good, the value is naturally not ordinary.

Sir, this is cowhide that I have treasured for a long time. I originally wanted to make a pair of shoes for myself, but then I realized that my humble status is not worthy of using such a precious material. You are the best choice. Avadai Said flatteringly.

His face was filled with a flattering smile, and his hands were rubbing together nervously.

Rafe looked at the boots and asked: Don't forget, we have a lord here, he is a real noble.

Ava quickly replied, That noble is just a kid. He was assigned to Ash Town just because the noble wanted to experience it. He might leave after a while. After all, Ash Town is so backward, and the nobles are not willing to stay for a long time. Where you are, you are the real ruler of the town.”

Rafe was quite impressed by his words. He took the boots and put them on his feet. They didn't fit well, but the most important thing was the identity represented by the cowhide boots.

The boots are nice, I like them very much, what do you want to do?

Ava breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the matter was settled, and quickly stated the purpose of this time, Sir, the lord issued an order to clean the streets and not allow dirt to be spilled casually. This has seriously affected my life. Business, I just want to ask if we can stop doing this.

Raph smiled, not surprised by his question. The shoemaker came here to see him for nothing more than this.

We can't stop the lord's decision, but I know that many nobles only have temporary thoughts. It has been a few days now. I think the lord has changed.

Ava was no longer worried and frightened, and his face was filled with a brisk smile, Thank you, sir. I will make a pair of boots for you when I get new cowhide in the future.

Damn it, who threw shit at my door!

Damn thing, don't let me catch you.

Early in the morning, curses could be heard on the streets of the town.

After two days of cleaning, the dirt on the streets was finally cleaned up. They found that the shoes were much cleaner in the past two days and there was no need to wash them.

The townspeople thought that they could finish it if they worked harder, but after one night passed, they would still see filth the next day.

Especially today, some people's doors were splashed with feces. When they went out, they accidentally stepped on it and had to clean it.

Ava was jumping up and down on the road, her face smiling like a flower.

It's just feces, so what? Let me tell you, this is normal. Why do you have to clean it? It was just fine like that before.

The townspeople listened to his words, and some said: This is the order of the lord!

An order is an order. Maybe it was the lord's sudden idea and he forgot it in a few days. Besides, if you are not allowed to throw excrement on the street, then where should it be thrown? Is it possible that you have to go all the way to throw it somewhere else? It's a waste of time to come and go. Ava's tone was full of indifference.

Some people couldn't help but nod. They were used to opening the door and pouring water outside, saving time and effort. They didn't understand the Lord's order.

But some people think differently.

Ava, looking at you like this, I suspect that you splashed the feces at my door. Who doesn't know that you have been complaining.

Yes, if the streets are clean, it will definitely have an impact on your business.

Ava stared, scratching his neck, I was the one who splashed it, what's wrong?

The townspeople were speechless, not expecting Ava to admit it like that.

Among the crowd, there was a small man running away quickly.

Aren't all those noble castles like this? We are just a small town, why do we need to clean this?

On the street, Ava shouted. With the mayor's words, he felt confident.

As a shoemaker, his business was quite good, but there were fewer people coming to the shop these two days. He was keenly aware of this. After some investigation, he discovered a problem.

When the roads become cleaner, the townspeople will clean their shoes less often, which will extend the life of the shoes. They used to come to the store to repair them every few days, but now it may take a long time to come back.

If he makes less money, his quality of life will naturally decline.

What's even more terrifying is that if the streets remain clean in the future, he will continue to make less money. This is something he cannot accept, so he will ask the mayor with his cowhide boots.

The mayor gave a clear answer. Of course Ava was unscrupulous. If there wasn't enough feces in the house, he would even want to cover the entire street.

But that's the Lord's order. Some townspeople said again.