The Extraordinary Earl

"Hey, old man. It's such a cold day. If you don't stay at home to keep warm, what are you doing?" In order to show his closeness to the people, Luther got off his horse and passed the guards. He asked the people to get up first, and then asked an old man among the people. .

This old man has silver-white hair and cheeks like dead wood, and his body is full of traces of time.

He probably has never seen much of the world, and has never been treated so kindly by a noble master. The old man was a little at a loss.

This is what happened to the older man, let alone the rest of them.

And this is also the situation of ordinary people in this era. Facing the superior aristocrats, all the people lack self-confidence.

The Pompeii Territory is relatively fine. The territory of more nobles is filled with numb people.

Luther felt that this had to change. The people of Pompeii must be confident. Be strong, confident, optimistic, and unite around the Pompeii flag.

Um.

"Did you bring any dry food?" Luther turned around and asked Xiu Xiuya.

"Yes." Xiu Xiuya was a little confused about the purpose of this young man Luther, but he was a man of few words, just like his father Magellan, who seemed to have been created by a mill.

In fact, this is the tutor of the Iron Horse clan, who works more and talks less.

This is an important reason why the Iron Horse clan has always been the confidant of the Pompeii family. So after Xiu Xiuya answered, he immediately took out a piece of wheat cake from his horse's back pocket.

Luther handed the wheat cake to the old man very kindly, and then said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, old man. I just wanted to say hello and ask by the way."

After a pause, Luther introduced himself with a smile: "My name is Luther, Pompeii, the eldest son of Thor, the golden lion."

The old man and his companions were not too surprised when Luther revealed his identity, because the noble masters and young masters in Pompeii's collar all had the surname Pompeii.

But this one was just promoted to become a junior knight, the next generation head of the Pompeii family, Master Luther.

A flash of realization flashed in the hearts of the people.

The reputation of the Pompeii family in Pompeii territory was still very high, and coupled with Luther's attitude, the embarrassment between the two parties finally eased a lot.

In addition, this old man has lived for such a long time, so he still has some knowledge after all. The old man thanked Master Luther and hid the wheat cake in his inner pocket.

It's not easy to have a bite to eat this season, and the old man's family is not rich, so he plans to take it back to his grandson.

"Back to Master Luther, we are the residents of the Sixth Village. Because there is not enough salt in the village, and spring is coming soon, some farm tools are abandoned, so we plan to go to the blacksmith shop and grocery store near the castle to buy salt and farm tools. ”

The old man's voice was a little stumbling at first, and he was still confused about Master Luther's identity, but it soon became smoother.

"So that's it." Luther showed a look of surprise. Salt is a necessity, and it is a monopoly business of the Pompeii family. Farm tools represent the future.

No wonder these villagers are still on their way in this winter.

"God of Harvest, I hope next year will be a good harvest year." Luther gave a blessing first, and then said to the old man: "The weather is so cold, I won't delay the old man, go back quickly."

"Thank you, Master Luther." The old man thanked him quickly, and then left quickly with a group of villagers.

It was as if he was running away. He was really in contact with the noble master, and his heart was beating fast.

Um.

But this Young Master Luther is really kind. Although Lord Golden Lion Thor is not a tyrannical lord, compared to Young Master Luther, Young Master Luther is kinder.

Pompeii's is nice, hey.

The old man thought in his mind.

Every drop of water becomes a river, and every drop of kindness will sooner or later become a towering reputation. Luther simply expressed his people-friendly attitude and planted the seeds, and the harvest will definitely be great in the future.

Luther glanced at the backs of the villagers from the Sixth Village as they left, smiled slightly, then got on his horse again and continued to patrol his territory.

Just as he continued to move forward, Luther's brows frowned slightly.

The road is not easy to walk.

The road near the castle is very flat. It must have been repaired by the Pompeii family to maintain the dignity of the nobility. But it's just a section of the road. The further away from the castle the road becomes, the harder it becomes.

Potholes. The heavy snow that fell a few days ago turned into water stains, making the road very muddy and difficult to travel.

If you want to be rich, build roads first.

Luther thought it would be great if there was cement and a smooth cement road could be built. Of course, Luther also knew that cement could not be invented all at once.

So before that, it would be a good idea to cultivate the land first.

In addition to the land, the environment also made Luther frown frequently.

On both sides of the road, or even in the middle. There are traces of feces everywhere. Most of them are livestock feces, and a small part should be human feces.

Luther was strange.

There is a saying that goes well, this good water should not flow to outsiders. Most of the free people in Pompeii were farmers. How could they be willing to let their feces fall on the road?

Not only was it property damage, but it was also filthy and unsanitary.

"Why is there human feces on the road? Why don't they poop in their own toilets?" Luther turned his head and asked Xiu Xiuya.

Xiu Xiuya was silent for a moment. Although he was not a noble, he had been working with Luther as an attendant since he was a child. He basically grew up in the castle.

I haven't thought about this issue either.

After thinking for a while, Xiu Xiuya said: "Perhaps there is internal anxiety, and ordinary people do not have the respect of nobles, so they defecate everywhere."

At this point, Xiu Xiuya showed doubts, "Why in the toilet? Farmers generally don't have toilets in their homes, only toilets."

Luther was speechless. Isn't it common sense that feces is put into the toilet and then fermented to fertilize the fields?

Luther quickly realized that this common sense was in the previous life, but this is a different world, and the common sense may not be common sense anymore.

Damn, that’s a bit convoluted, but that’s what it means.

Luther thought for a while and asked Xiu Xiuya: "Where is the feces in our castle? How is it dealt with?"

Xiu Xiuya was a little embarrassed, but he was an honest child, so he shook his head and admitted: "I don't know."

"Does any of you know?" Luther asked, looking around at the ten elite soldiers.

One of the capable, but short warriors came out. Luther knew that this was the captain of this small group of elite warriors, named Bovey.

Because as a commoner, he has no knightly secret skills. So he can only be an ordinary warrior, but he is physically capable and fights very bravely. He is a high-level elite warrior.

Among the guards, the prestige is also very high.

"Master Luther, all the feces in the castle are collected and transported to the Eastern Forest." Bovey told Luther.

"Why should it be transported to the forest?" Luther became even more confused.

"The feces is really dirty, and mosquitoes are easy to breed in the summer. Of course, the farther it is transported, the better." Bowie replied matter-of-factly.

Luther held his forehead with his hand, it was too hard to communicate with them. Finally, Luther asked: "Do you know anything about farming? Do the farmers in the territory have the habit of fertilizing their fields with manure?"

Well, I didn’t know that feces needs to be fermented before it can be used.

Pointed out by readers.

I will revise from this chapter. Please forgive me if there are any mistakes or omissions.