Our family is in decline

Walter came from the farm. The farm was usually connected to the town. After all, eggs, milk and grain had to be transported, and semi-finished products such as wool also had to be sent to the town for spinning.

As for the town, some daily necessities such as salt have to be transported there.

He still handled the transfer of a large amount of supplies last night. He didn't believe the reason for the celebration banquet for wiping out the bandits, but he still recognized the signature.

Originally, I just thought that the lord was celebrating a great achievement by killing a few bandits, but I didn't expect that the lord actually led thirty new soldiers to annihilate hundreds of bandits, which was a terrifying record.

According to the person who sent the letter, the whole street was filled with corpses. It took a large truck back and forth more than ten times to transport the corpses away. The ground was still blood red after being washed for two hours.

Walter had dealt with bandits. His caravan was robbed several times by bandits, and later he lost all his family property to bandits.

He struggled all night and still couldn't figure out why the lord could win, but he lost all the money in the coffin.

Until someone called him early this morning.

He hadn't been here for a while, and his impression was still the same as when he left, but he never expected that he would see a surprising scene along the way.

Everything in the town was in order, smiles appeared on the faces of the townspeople, and the long-lost hope appeared in their eyes.

He went down and asked a few people, and found that the situation was really the same as what he heard yesterday, even more exaggerated.

Some people say that the lord killed hundreds of bandits alone.

Standing on that familiar street, he looked at the dark red soil between the bricks on the ground and realized it was true.

That man really killed the bandits!

Doesn’t it mean that the road to the outside world is open? Can I leave here by myself?

Thinking of his relatives in the city, Walter's footsteps suddenly accelerated and he walked towards that place.

But when he came here, he found a very strange man standing at the door. He had been standing there for who knows how long, swaying as if he was about to fall down in the next second.

But Walter knew better than to get too involved in things that didn't concern him. He just wanted to return to his family now.

After waiting in the living room for a while, Walter finally saw the man walking in.

I run my own caravan and deal with all kinds of veterans. I have relied on observing words and emotions to keep growing over the years.

When we first met, he was still a slightly immature young man. Even though he tried his best to appear mature and confident, his behavior was so deceptive that he showed signs of cowardice.

But I never thought that after a few days, he would grow so fast. His walking posture would be straight and strong, and his whole body would exude full of confidence.

Just as soon as they laid eyes on him, he felt a huge pressure, just like meeting those big shots. He quickly stood up and greeted him, and his attitude became respectful.

"Hello, Lord Lord."

"Why so slow?"

"It took a little time to verify the data."

Walter didn't dare to relax any more and answered quickly.

Lance looked at him like this with a faint smile on his face, but he strangely mentioned another thing.

"Thank you for reminding me of the troubles in the town. I didn't expect there were quite a lot of them~"

When Walter heard this, he became nervous and his face became ugly.

At first, I thought he was alone and had no background. How could he deal with the old fritters in the town who even the mayor could only let go?

Who would have known that the farmer collapsed, and after a while the boss of the ship also disappeared, and then I came over today to take a look, what a guy! The casinos and taverns are all gone.

It was said that he was killed by bandits, but how could he not know the maneuverability of this? The bandits killed all their people by such a coincidence?

Now isn't the lord just beating himself up by mentioning this? If you don't obey, you will be like those people~

For a moment, Walter's pressure rose, and the professional fake smile was still on his face. He could only apologize and said with a smile: "How do I understand this? It's all the credit of the lord. Those guys harmed Hamlet, they should have been taught a lesson long ago."

Lance looked at his reaction with a calm expression. His whereabouts became clear after he asked Susan to inquire about it. When he came back to the town, he didn't come to report as soon as possible and went to inquire about the situation. What do you want to do? Rebellion?

Moreover, this guy used to be a businessman who controlled the lifeblood of the town, but now he has been sent to the farm to manage the serfs. There is such a huge gap in status. If you don’t take it a step further, you would really think that he is some great person~

Seeing him like this, Lance was quite satisfied and waved his hand, "Don't be so nervous~ sit down and chat."

When Walter heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the lord was quite satisfied with his attitude and that he had escaped.

At the same time, I was just glad that I had managed the farm honestly and in accordance with the requirements during this period without tampering with my thoughts, otherwise I would have had my share of the dead.

"Oh yes! This is the account book I compiled during this period." Walter quickly handed the things over.

Lance looked through it briefly. He fished out so many people and stuffed a batch in at the same time. The normal production of the farm was not affected.

From the books, it seems that food is the best-selling item after currency resumes circulation in Hamlet, and it is this that helps him recover most of the wages he sends out.

As for the meat, most of it was consumed by him, and the eggs and milk were mainly supplied to those soldiers. It can be said that he spent real money to cultivate them.

However, data shows that residents' living standards are improving, and meat, eggs, and milk are gradually being sold.

"You specialize in grain trading. Tell me, with the current consumption, how many people can feed the farm for a year?"

"The granary is only enough for 3,000 people. However, although the town was plundered, most of the fields are well preserved due to the farmers. If you include the food in the fields, it can feed 5,000 people for a year. If it was like before, The consumption of one meal a day can feed about 7,000 people.”

"So many? I don't think there are many fields in the town~" Lance inspected the fields around Hamlet and found that there was only a small part outside the town. The only real large-scale ones were the farmers. Naturally, he didn't expect a thousand people. There is so much food produced in this small town.

"Hamlet's fields are famously fertile. Planting food will increase the yield by at least 30% compared to surrounding areas."

"Hamlet's land is so powerful?" Lance noticed something was wrong and quickly asked.

"Of course, the plants growing here are extremely lush. In the past, farmers had to let their serfs cut down trees and burn grass every year to restrain the expansion of plants in the wilderness."

Walter was very proud when he said this, but it was different to Lance's ears, and his face became gloomy.