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

The lord is gone.

Nezer and Moya looked at each other, and the surprised expressions on their faces have not faded to this day.

Sir, what does he mean? Nezer opened his mouth in confusion without even moving it.

Moya looked at the closed door and turned his head with a complicated expression. This is the first time I have seen such a noble lord. He is completely different from what I have seen before. You said before that you wanted to leave here after making money.

Nezel nodded, Ember Town is too remote. I think you can live a better life.

We don't need to leave, just stay here. I think that under the leadership of the lord, the town will definitely be different from before. Moreover, no lord can respect you like him. He will not let the tailors in the town come over, but Let those serfs come here.”

Sir, why should we share the profits with him? If we hadn't sold the sachets, his stuff wouldn't have been sold at all. Karis was extremely puzzled.

This is all real money. Now the territory is short of money, and he feels bad for wasting a copper coin.

Really can't sell it at all? Linn asked back.

It can be sold if it can be sold, but it will definitely not be sold at such a high price.

Lin En smiled and said, Don't be too short-sighted in doing things. What would Nezel think if he knew that we sold a sachet for five silver coins?

Karis snorted, He dares to think too much. He is just a civilian. He can do whatever the lord tells him to do.

This is the difference between Lynn's and Karis' thoughts. In fact, he does not treat these people as real slaves from the bottom of his heart. They are all living people, and they should be reasonable.

Although they can't do anything to capsize their own boat, it is not a good thing to have Li De in their backs.

Of course, if there was someone who opposed him, Linn wouldn't mind hanging him.

We want to establish a long-term and stable cooperative relationship. If they make money, they will naturally not leave. As long as they live in my territory, they need to pay taxes. At the same time, the money they make can also drive other consumption, making the town rich. After free people or civilians from other places know about it, they will come to settle down and pay money, which creates a positive cycle.

Karis felt that the adults were right, but he still felt that the share ratio given to the other party was too high.

However, Karis did not continue to say more on this point, otherwise he would be openly opposing the master.

Why not let other tailors in the town go there too? The more people there are, the more sachets will be made.

Because those people called him a sissy. Linn sighed.

Huh? Karis was stunned.

Are you willing to cooperate with someone who has a grudge against you and laughs at you all day long?

If you don't want to, I won't be so merciful.

That's it!

For the first time in such a long time, Darcy felt what it meant to have food in his belly and not panic in his heart. He had never had a full meal before, and it often took him several days to drink a bowl with only a few dishes. Soup of leaves.

But after being bought, he came to the place where the serfs lived and found that it was completely different from other towns.

The serfs had their own place to live. Although it was just a house built randomly with stones and wood, it was better than sleeping outside.

And those serfs said that they were cutting down trees now to build houses, houses of their own.

Darcy didn't believe what they said. Serfs are just serfs. They don't have their own houses. These people must be crazy.

Here, however, he was able to have porridge and mushroom soup.

The aroma of the porridge deeply attracted them, and the deliciousness of the mushroom soup made them almost swallow their tongues.

According to the serfs here, porridge is available every day, but mushroom soup is not common because the lord needs it for trading.

For Darcy, this was something that he could not even dream of.

Just yesterday afternoon, the housekeeper suddenly came over and said that he wanted to select people in good health for training. As long as they participated and persisted, they could drink meat porridge.

Just thinking about it, the serfs couldn't help but drool. After all, it was meat.

The housekeeper had many requirements, but fortunately Darcy met them.

He was looking forward to Rouge. As for the training, although he was curious, it was not as attractive to him as Rouge.

Darcy and some other qualified serfs came to the prescribed location.

This is an open space next to the farmland. They stand here, looking around, talking, and discussing things about training and meat porridge.

Until the lord came over, all the serfs shut their mouths.

Lin En looked at these crooked and awkward serfs with no expression of surprise on their faces. This was a normal thing. For serfs, they only needed to be able to farm, cut down trees, and mine. , they only have other abilities, and they are not qualified to learn.

Sir, there are thirty-two people in total. Karis came over and said.

Including you, there are thirty-four people in total. Linn looked at Miles and Jack beside him.

The two wondered if they should also follow the training.

Jack and Miles looked at each other, completely confused as to what the adults meant.

They were called over here, saying that the adults wanted to train the serfs to form a militia, which was completely impossible for them.

Only knights can be called a team and can fight. As for the civilians and serfs, they just go up and wave a few tools.

Although the two of them were knight retinues and had not condensed life seeds, with their strength, one person could easily kill five or six civilians.

Now the adults ask them to follow the training, which is even more outrageous.

Although they were confused, they did not dare to refute what the adults said.

Linn asked Jack and Miles to stand in front of the serfs. He naturally knew the confusion of the two people, and also understood the pride in their hearts. Although he was not a formal knight, he had learned from the knight Hans for a long time.

It was simply an insult to ask them to train with serfs.

But to Linn, as long as you are not an official knight, it's all the same.

Darcy stood there, with his waist stretched, his back straight, and his hands tightly attached to his legs. He didn't know why the lord did this. He felt that this was a very relaxing thing.

Thinking of the meat porridge, he couldn't help but lick his lips, as if he would be able to drink the meat porridge in the next moment.

Time passed slowly, and Darcy couldn't stand it anymore. He had been standing for a long time, and he couldn't move around casually, especially since his hands could never leave his legs. This was a kind of torture for him.