As for his plans regarding Lone Wolf Lisbon, they would have to wait.
The estate's agricultural production did not really need guidance from an amateur like him, but that did not stop Russell from putting his initiative to work.
"Once collected, manure can be used to fertilize the fields." Standing by the second-floor window of the stone house, he looked toward Small Market Town beyond the wall. "Teacher Charles, urge Old Hans and the others to build a latrine in Small Market Town as soon as possible."
The environment in Small Market Town was poor, mainly because the serfs relieved themselves everywhere.
Russell had wanted to deal with this problem for a long time.
"Manure can be used as fertilizer, my lord? Surely you are mistaken." Charles raised an objection. "Manure burns crops to death."
Charles had personal experience with this.
He had a dilapidated courtyard at his home in town, where he had planted a sour jujube tree. Whenever he got drunk, he liked to urinate on it.
Over time, the sour jujube tree had been burned to death.
"Whether urine or feces, both will burn crops. I heard that manure carries toxins that can poison flowers, grass, and trees to death." Charles spoke with absolute certainty, while Eric beside him silently nodded along.
Russell was surprised. "You all think manure burns crops?"
"Of course," Charles said.
"Yes." Eric answered in a muffled voice.
Given that Dragon Sleep Continent was a magical world, Russell could not be certain his own knowledge was correct, so he decided to let practice reveal the truth.
He immediately added, "Before using manure to fertilize fields, did you compost and ferment it?"
"Compost? Ferment?" Charles looked confused. "I know fermentation is needed for making wine, but... manure can ferment too? What does it ferment