Our family is in decline

The great development really began after Paracelsus developed a specific medicine against blight.

The burning of the farms completely freed these laborers from agricultural work and animal husbandry.

Lance can assign them heavier, more difficult, and more dangerous jobs.

If he had to spend money to recruit people to develop the wilderness, he would lose a lot, but now he has a large amount of labor without spending a penny.

Primitive accumulation has always been based on exploitation, either exploiting outsiders or exploiting one's own people.

The good life of the townspeople of Hamlet is because they have these consumables to carry their burdens. Otherwise, where would such high welfare come from?

Lance's sudden appearance without warning was a big deal to the serfs trapped in labor.

They didn't know why they appeared, and they didn't know why they came out of the wilderness, but they knew that the lord had not forgotten them.

Most of the people here are criminals, and the biggest part of them are the hundreds of people who robbed the convoy on the road, but they were defeated by Lance and used as laborers to atone for their sins.

To be honest, many of these people were not hostile to the lord Lance, but instead had some kind of grateful reaction.

This is not a strange thing, but a very practical reason.

That is, being a serf here is better than being a refugee outside, because they have to work continuously for the exploiters, and here they just change their master.

Moreover, in the past, I could not even eat enough, and at the same time, I had to suffer all kinds of bullying.

At least the food here is not too bad, and there is some fish and oil every now and then.

This place has long since escaped from the initial chaos, and has become a standardized management.

I'm afraid managers also need to abide by the rules. There were a few guys who bullied them in the past, but now they are either dead or working like them.

Of course, the most important thing is that there is hope here. As long as you perform well enough, it is possible to escape from here and become a real Hamlet.

He should have died on the way to escape a long time ago, but now he can still survive, what more do he want?

Sometimes this is a worse world. It's not that Lance treats them well, but that the other people are just too outrageous.

Lance inspected this area and was quite satisfied with the situation here. This was not a show, because the progress of the project could be seen, so he didn't mind giving those people a little sweetness.

"When this program ends, I will pardon the thirty best performers."

This promise caused an uproar among those people, but it motivated them to work harder than any news.

For a moment, the serfs were shouting and praising Lance's kindness.

Lance listened but just waved his hand.

"Work hard and life will get better and better."

After walking for a long time, we came back here. Even Lance was too lazy to leave and went back directly on the ox cart carrying charcoal.

In fact, it is just a cart and an ox. Horses are still too rare in the town, so they are all recruited by him. Even the horses are used as training.

This move almost made Geralt lose his temper.

It's not that he dislikes bullock carts. He doesn't care about them at all when he is walking outside. But brother, you are also a noble lord. Is this really okay?

Shouldn't a noble's status and glory be the most important thing?

Sitting in an ox-drawn cart, which was also used to pull charcoal. There was also black carbon powder left behind when transporting charcoal. This was definitely unacceptable to the nobles.

But the lord was very natural. He leaned directly on the wolf, crossed his legs and closed his eyes to rest, looking quite leisurely.

The bullock cart stopped at the door of the house. Lance woke up leisurely, but Boudica jumped out of the car halfway. Looking at her like that, she probably ran to the tavern again.

Lance didn't care about her. She had been tired for two days and she should enjoy herself.

"Come in." Lance called the two of them in, and then saw two Nomad trucks in the front yard.

It should be released today, why haven't you left yet?

Lance couldn't help but pause for a moment, but he didn't care and continued walking in.

"The mission is completed, here is your bounty." Without any nonsense, the mission bounty was directly handed over to the two of them.

Geralt had a bag full of gold coins, while Junia only had three.

But these three coins were already a huge sum of money to her. This was the first time she had held so much money in her hands.

"You are also tired. Let's take a rest first. You can also get to know Hamlet first and then talk in detail."

Lance had no intention of continuing to squeeze them, but gave them a break first.

Geralt left in style. The lord was really too generous. The gold coins were enough for him to use for a while. I wonder if there are any service industries in the town?

And Junia was always thinking about the money she owed to the hotel and school, and walked out quickly to pay back the money.

After they left, Lance heaved a sigh of relief and slumped in his chair.

I was so fucking worried for a long time, thinking that the matter was over, but I didn't expect that the car almost overturned on the way back.

It was indeed a subconscious reaction for him to push Junia away at that time, because he had seen the power of that kind of magic.

With such a strong physique, he almost couldn't resist. Junia would have died immediately after being hit.

But fortunately, I resisted and took precautions, so I wouldn't be so easily attacked next time.

"Huh~" Lance let out a long breath. He admitted that because of the success of these operations against the Ascension Sect, he lowered his guard against those guys.

Sure enough, as long as the ancestor does not die, he will not be able to relax for a moment.

"Prosperous wealth!"

Lance shouted, and saw Wangcai running in, but suddenly it seemed to realize something, its steps began to become hesitant, its eyes looked up at the owner, and looked back from time to time. A strong uneasiness.

"Come here quickly." Lance waved towards it and kept urging.

In response to this, Wangcai could only move slowly, lowering his head but raising his eyes to look at Lance, showing caution in every aspect.

However, Lance had no intention of playing with it. His hand suddenly reached out like a tiger leaping into the abyss, grabbed the fur on the back of Wangcai's neck, and dragged it deep into the house.

This shock caused Wangcai to struggle crazily and let out miserable ghostly screams.

"Don't make any noise. It's just a shower. It's really useless." Lance didn't care about its struggle and just held it down. "I smelled you stink just now. If you don't wash it off, you can't even enter my room."

Lance raised his hand and slapped the dog on the head, finally being a little more honest, and poured water directly on Wangcai.

The water washed away and brought out blood red, just like the blood, and many scabs had formed on the hair, making it difficult for the water to wash away.

Lance simply threw it into the bucket to soak, leaving two front paws hanging on the edge, and the huge wolf head resting on it. In this hot weather, the coldness made it a little more comfortable.

Lance also washed himself. There was no condition outside. He had to clean off the dirt on his body as soon as he came back.

It takes a lot of labor to carry this water back from the well, and filling such a large bucket requires constant travel between the two places. One person may spend half a day doing this.

That is to say, he is a lord, so he can use water so unscrupulously. Otherwise, how could ordinary people be willing to take a bath?

This means that production capacity is low, and all production and life are greatly restricted. Labor is very cheap, but it is difficult to effectively convert it into material.

It was only after Lance had lived in this world that he understood how convenient the modern life in his previous life was, and how many people had sacrificed for what he enjoyed...

News of the lord's return spread, and after Lance finished cleaning up, he began to meet with them and deal with various affairs in the town, as well as what happened in the town after he left in the past two days.

The operation of the town was stable with no problems, and the seized materials had been sorted and recorded, and began to be converted into production materials and invested in the construction of Hamlet.

However, those convoys caused some minor problems. As a representative of the army, Leonard wanted to pull these out to fill the cavalry.

As the person in charge of administration, Tiffany hopes to continue to use these carriages to renovate and transport materials. Now she is facing a shortage of transportation capacity, which has seriously slowed down the progress of the project.

Lance was also quite helpless about this problem. Before the advent of automobiles, horses were very valuable and irreplaceable.

Investing in cavalry can enhance the mobility of the troops and enhance their reaction capabilities.

But if these same fleets are utilized, the increased transport capacity can speed up urban construction. After all, the transportation of supplies and materials requires horses.

"Okay, I have another role for this fleet, and I will find a way to solve your problems."

Lance did not give these teams to them. This was a dilemma. In the final analysis, he was still too poor and his family was not rich enough. No matter what he did, he seemed to be stretched thin.

When the lord speaks, they will naturally put aside their disputes. Adults have their own considerations for such matters.

When those people dispersed, only Greendale was left.

"Please sit down, you have worked hard these days."

Lance told her some things before leaving. The reason why he chose her was because he was the only one in the town who had some extraordinary power except himself.

Moreover, Tiffany's personality is not suitable for being a ruler. Leaving things to her almost caused problems before, so Lance must find someone who has the ability and means to stabilize Hamlet after he leaves.

At the same time, this incident is also a test of Greendale's ability. Lance needs someone to help him share the increasingly heavy government affairs.

She didn't say much in the meeting just now, but from the things she handled, it can be seen that her administrative skills are not bad, at least better than him, a halfway monk.

That's right, she herself was trained as a tribe manager, and she has been here for a while and is familiar with Hamlet's situation. It is normal for her to show very strong abilities after being delegated power.

After talking to her about the government affairs she had handled, I slowly moved on to the tasks that were originally left for her.

"The batch of herbs left behind by the witch medicine field has been transplanted, and the survival rate is about 80%. As for those formulas for strengthening the body, I have a lot of them, but the resources required to prepare some powerful formulas are very expensive.

As for the aromatherapy formulas you gave me for the Ascension Sect, I have also deciphered them. These things are indeed related to our tribe and should have been researched by witches..."

Lance was quite surprised as he listened. This Greendale was not only strong in administrative ability, but also very capable in handling affairs. She basically completed all the tasks he assigned to her.

This is a treasure found!

"This is [necrotic fungus], a virus specially cultivated by witches to restrain the flesh and blood ritual of the Ascension Sect. I need you to help me develop one with a more stable and controllable effect..."

Lance took out a tube of light yellow powder sealed in a transparent glass tube and took out some information that he had compiled. He stayed up late for so many days just for now.

"These are the information left by the witch. They may be helpful to your research."

Greendale did not expect that the lord left her here for this matter, and looked a little hesitantly when looking at the information.

Asking herself to take over the witch's research, she was a little confused about what Lance meant?

"Uh... are there any difficulties?"

"I am currently studying how to improve crop yields and disease resistance." Greendale said the reason for hesitation.

Lance is not stupid. He knows better than anyone else that improving crops requires large-scale experimental screening. It is not something that can be done by one person. What he said before was just to describe the possibilities in the future, so no matter how you look at it, More like an excuse to decline.

"After our trip deep into the wilderness, we discovered..." Lance briefly explained the situation and the reason why he did this suddenly.

"I can feel that they are brewing some conspiracy. There must be some secrets hidden in the ancient sewers guarded by their heavy troops. We must master any power we can, otherwise we have little chance of winning this war."

After saying this, he looked at Greendale, the expression on his face revealed a deep helplessness.

"I said that there shouldn't be any bad blood between us. If you have any issues, you should speak out directly. Even if you are dissatisfied with me, I need to know where I didn't do well enough before I can correct it."

He has never been afraid of external enemies no matter how powerful they are, but the inability of internal staff to unite as one is what chills him the most.

Because Lance adheres to the creed of "do not trust those who employ others, and do not trust those who doubt", especially those whom he recognizes have the greatest trust.

Seeing Lance's disappointed look, Greendale was a little at a loss for a moment. She felt as if she had let down something, and she felt a sense of guilt in her heart.

What Greendale was worried about just now was actually that Lance's behavior made her a little confused about his attitude.

She felt a crisis because she had delegated power to the administration not long ago, but when she came back, she took back the power and gave herself a difficult task.

She didn't know if this was a test, so she seemed hesitant.