Our family is in decline

"This matter has nothing to do with her. It was all done by me. Please, Lord, please let my daughter go."

"Hand over everything and I will let your daughter go."

Lance had no intention of bargaining with him, and the hammer was already raised on the raised musket.

"I'll hand it over."

The farmer couldn't bear the pressure and agreed directly, and Lance put down his musket, not forgetting to complain.

"Wouldn't it be better to do this earlier? I have to do it~ Do you still think you can escape?"

"The reason David kept me was because he couldn't find my money."

The farmer also calmed down at this time, and in one sentence he explained the reason why David did not kill him.

When he said this, he seemed to accept his fate and saw his future clearly.

"I also hope that the lord will keep his promise."

"As long as she doesn't cause trouble, I won't touch her." Lance glanced at the scared and crying woman with a calm expression.

After getting Lance's assurance, the farmer took them to find the hidden money and some valuables.

What surprised Lance was that most of the silver coins in the town flowed into his hands.

Although there were only two boxes, the money inside was mixed with more silver coins. There was even an exquisite small box containing more than fifty gold coins, as well as a large stack of land deeds and deeds of sale.

"That's all?" Lance grabbed the gold coin, feeling the heavy feeling but still not satisfied.

"That's three generations of my family's business~all of it is here."

The farmer's expression was already a little numb when he talked about this. Now he thinks about it, if he had not accepted David at that time and had been more honest, would it be possible that he would not have ended up like this...

No matter what he thinks, Lance only cares about the food of the farm. No matter what the farmer does, he will find a way to win here, but the method is different in soft and hard ways.

He cannot tolerate food security being left in the hands of others. He has seen too many tragedies in this regard from ancient times to the present, and he has a full sense of crisis.

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Not counting the journey, the actual time to conquer the farm is actually only one hour, but the post-mortem investigation and statistics will directly extend the time.

The bottom line is that he has no one to use.

Disma and the others are good at killing, but governance is hard to say. Lance has to do all these things personally.

But he still found one or two people who could use it.

"Mr. Walter, I'll leave the farm to you."

"Thank you Lord for your love. I will definitely manage the farm according to your requirements."

Let’s not say how sincere Walter was when he said this. Anyway, he definitely wouldn’t dare to refuse.

Because the blood and brain matter in front of the door haven’t been cleaned up yet~

But it does feel very magical. I was planning to run away in the morning. Why did I suddenly become a farm manager at night?

At this time, the team leader ran in and reported to Lance.

"Sir, everyone on the farm has gathered."

"You came just in time." Lance called the team leader and gave him instructions.

"From now on, you will assist Mr. Walter in following his instructions."

"Yes, yes!" The team leader agreed without any objection at all because Walter was standing above him.

The arrogant David died, and even the farmer and his family became serfs. Instead, he regained his position, which can only be said to be a win.

As for this little problem, he was quite familiar with it, and quickly assured Lance that he would complete the task.

Lance doesn't care whether these two people are really working for him. He just needs someone to help him maintain order on the farm and ensure the output of resources. The rest will be dealt with slowly after he has solved the more important things at hand. .

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The sun was setting, and the day had not yet darkened. In the past, the serfs on the farm were still working, but now these people were all gathered in the open space in front of the manor.

They may have heard something, they may have seen Lance inspecting it, or they may have seen the battle that took place.

But more discussion was focused on the guards who had their hands and feet tied and then strung together.

The guards who participated in the battle and survived felt fear and loss about their future. They were defeated and surrendered before they even knew what happened.

At this time, Lance and others came out of the house.

Standing on the observation deck, the halo of light behind the setting sun looks particularly sacred.

"I am the new lord of the territory - Lance Hamlet."

This sentence aroused discussion among the serfs, but this was not the first time that he spoke in front of so many people. Naturally, he would not care about these interferences and continued to talk about the farmer's crimes, placing the blame entirely on him. He set up a banner of "justice" for himself.

When the flag was waving, the serfs who had been oppressed by the farmers or David for a long time finally burst out emotionally.

But most of them still preferred to be conservative and did not clamor for murder.

Because they still have something to eat, which is different from the hungry people in the town.

Lance hated long speeches. He knew what these serfs needed most, and he pronounced his sentence immediately.

"I came here to do three things. First, the farmers and the guards who participated in the rebellion were all reduced to slaves."

After he finished speaking, the farmer and his daughter were pushed out together with the guards.

"Woohoo!" The people were ecstatic, as if they had forgotten the suffering they had suffered when they saw the farmer's misfortune.

As for the guards, they breathed a sigh of relief. Many of them were promoted as serfs, and now they are just like that when they return to being serfs.

But the farmer and his daughter were in dire straits. Although these two people were not rich and well-off, it was obvious from their weight of over 200 that they had never done any work.

"Second, the food standards for all serfs have been improved, and they will have a two-hour meal break at noon."

"Third, those who perform well will receive bonuses, and those who stand out will be pardoned by the lord and forgive their debts, and become free citizens again."

"Long live the lord!"

The two conditions that Lance threw out one after another caused everyone to cheer. Only real interests can make them support.

Anyway, these people only recognized Lance now, and the prestige accumulated by the farmer and David disappeared in a few words from him.

"Let's eat now!"

Lance waved his hand, and the food that had been prepared was pushed up.

Amidst the cheers of the serfs, Lance retreated and took his team to the dining room to have dinner.

The farm's resources are very good, because so many resources are provided to the farmer's family, and white bread, which is rare in the town, is abundant here.

He hadn't eaten much meat in the two days since he came in, and since winning the farm was a cause for celebration, Lance was extravagant at this time. He cooked all the meat he found in the kitchen and asked a servant to kill a chicken.