Construction at Wuyou Snake Manor was no longer as bustling as it had been in the first year.
The manor's Governor's Office, courthouse, and school, originally planned for construction this year, had all been shelved indefinitely.
It was an order from Russell, and Charles could only carry it out.
So for now, he was still crammed into a shabby room in the temporary Governor's Office to work.
"Has the Wheat Potion Field been cleared?" Charles asked One-Eyed Boris, the Tunic Chief of Wheat Tunic, with a frown amid the noisy office.
"It's all cleared, sir—fifteen hundred mu in total, not one mu short," One-Eyed Boris replied happily.
Wheat Tunic now had a Magic Potion Field as well, and the serfs' enthusiasm for farming immediately soared.
After all, the benefits of growing magic potions were far better than those of growing ordinary crops, since serfs paid their lord according to a share of the harvest.
But then he said worriedly, "Sir, you must have Sir Rudy visit Wheat Tunic regularly to guide the work. Otherwise, I'm afraid the serfs won't manage the Wheat Potion properly. If it delays Lord Master's harvest, we'll be finished!"
"Don't worry. I'll arrange for Rudy to guide you," Charles said.
Rudy was the manor's Technical Officer. Formerly Red-nosed Rudy, a serf technician, he was highly skilled at growing magic potions.
After questioning One-Eyed Boris, Charles waved him away, then had the clerical aide call in the next Tunic Chief.
The one who entered was Lame Adolf, the Tunic Chief of Alfalfa Tunic. "Greetings, sir."
"Good." Charles nodded coolly, his gaze stern. He carried himself with all the authority of the territory's Chief Scribe. Having lived a noble's life since childhood, he knew exactly how to handle commoners and serfs. "The Hops field has been assigned to