On the second day after returning to the castle, 476 serfs who had camped in the wild for the night came to Flower Town. After several hearty meals, the serfs were still in poor condition, but at least their spirits were greatly improved.
In the afternoon.
The sun was setting in the west, and all the serfs were lined up on the Flower Town main road, waiting quietly.
Liszt, who was riding on the back of Li Dragon Horse, was surrounded by a team of knights and came to the front of the team. Thomas held hands with Dousen and followed suit. Now when he goes out, he always takes Dousen with him - quite interesting.
"Sir, the quality of this batch of serfs... is very poor." Marcus glanced at them and frowned.
"There are indeed very few prime-age serfs, but there are many children. They can be trained carefully and become candidates for knights in the future." Liszt said simply.
While he was talking, Gortai had already come over to greet him, "Sir, the serfs finally reached Flower Town, and no one got lost."
"Well done. Forget about the damage caused by sailing at sea. In Coral Island, I don't want them to suffer any more damage."
"Then, sir, now start arranging for them to kneel down and show their loyalty to you?"
"Okay."
When a serf met his lord, he was required to offer loyalty, which was a form of selling himself into slavery.
Old Grandet received Gortai's instructions, and immediately faced the serfs and shouted in Wind Speech: "Humble serfs, the great Tulip Family bloodline, Flower Town lord, are standing in front of you. Now, kneel down to the lord and dedicate your loyalty!"
A moment.
The serfs fell to their knees one after another, shouting in the newly learned bad Snake Script: "Lord!"
It's not neat, but the sound is loud.
The shouts of nearly five hundred people, even if they were just a group of serfs in ragged clothes, uneven height, sallow complexion, old, weak, sick, and disabled, still had some momentum.
Liszt has become accustomed to such scenes. In Flower Town, kneeling and shouting for him happened every day. So he just looked at the group of serfs with a smile. The serfs kneeling on the ground all buried their heads deeply in the ground, not daring to look directly at their future master.
After a while.
Liszt, who had prepared his lines, spoke, "I accept your loyalty. From now on, you have become part of Flower Town. Work hard for me, and you will receive my protection and live a stable life." After saying that, he glanced at Old Grandet, who was the translator.
Old Grandet understood and translated. "The lord has accepted your loyalty. The lord tells you that from now on you will become part of Flower Town. If you work hard for the lord, you will be protected by the lord and live a stable life in Flower Town. Do you understand?"
"Got it."
"Yes."
"Thank you Lord Lord."
"I will work hard."
The serfs responded sparsely, and many of them still didn't know what to say and just knelt down.
Liszt saw this and said, "Old Grandet, let them get up."
So.
This is the end of the short serf acceptance ceremony.
Liszt did not stop and returned directly to the castle. Marcus continued to lead the knight team and returned to Thorn Forest to escort the logging team. Gortai and other officials began to get busy. They had to arrange the life and work of these 476 serfs in a short period of time.
Fortunately, many wooden houses have been built in small towns and villages.
There are also many wooden houses in the unfinished commercial area, workshop area, and residential area that can provide temporary residence.
There is no shortage of food. There may not be much bread and vegetables, but there is enough seafood. Even if it is not enough, Oyster Hamlet fishermen will go out to sea a few more times and that will be enough.
"We need to complete the distribution of serfs as soon as possible. The autumn harvest is coming." Gortai said loudly.
"The resource census has not yet been completed. There are too many serf women, children and elderly people. The original arrangement plan is no longer appropriate and we need to adjust." Isaiah responded.
Blair watched the serfs squeeze into the wooden house to prepare for the night, and said with a smile, "Children and breastfeeding women should be put aside first. Other serfs who can work, why not send them to Thorn Ridge, let them carry wood or stones, and be responsible for building roads."
Gortai interrupted, "This is not a responsible distribution plan."
"What I mean is that we should not make arrangements now and wait until the resource census is completed before making overall arrangements."
"Well, this is a way. It's really difficult to arrange in a short time, and we can't keep them in vain. We just send them to the logging team."
At the dinner, Gortai conveyed Blair's suggestion to Liszt.
Liszt approved of this and added, "Try to arrange for craftsmen to do some easy work. Serfs who are weak or sick should not be assigned to work and let them take a good rest." Among these serfs, the craftsmen he valued most were the ones he valued most.
The skills of craftsmen are the technology of this world and are an indispensable part of a prosperous territory.
Suddenly something occurred to him, and he added, "You guys go to bed later tonight and compile the list of craftsmen first, especially what skills they master. I will ask the servants of the castle to help record them. I hope to see them tomorrow morning."
Today's Flower Town and Liszt are exactly the same.
When he got up the next morning and walked the dog, a thick list of Parchment was already placed on the dining table. After taking a shower and changing into loose clothes, he sat down at the dining table and prepared to enjoy breakfast.
Carter It's time to ask the valet to bring breakfast.
A cup of fragrant fresh milk, a pineapple bun and milk-flavored bread, a fried egg, a large piece of fried monster meat, a vegetable Salad, and a few fruits.
This is his standard breakfast.
It is worth at least a dozen silver coins, especially the value of Warcraft meat.
But who made him rich recently? As an invisible rich man on Coral Island, he is not willing to wrong himself. It has never been a hard and simple style. If you can enjoy it, you must enjoy it.
Picked up the milk and took a big sip.
"The milk produced by the castle itself tastes better. I think the climate and environment of Flower Town are definitely suitable for raising dairy cows." He licked the milk foam at the corner of his lips and made his own judgment.
"Shylock has bought three calves. Now the size of the pasture is occupied by horses. It is impossible to raise more cows, sir."
Liszt said firmly, "When Thorn Ridge is developed, Dairy Farm will definitely be expanded, at least doubled, and I will raise more cows!"
Because milk tea is becoming more and more delicious, he specifically investigated Dairy Farm and found no reason for the improvement in the quality of milk produced by cows - at least it was not the cows entering pregnancy as previously guessed. Comparing the milk from outside cows, you can clearly feel the difference in the taste of the milk.
Flower Town Dairy Farm milk is not only fragrant but also refreshing.
Later, Liszt speculated whether it was due to feeding a new variety of grass Corn Grass. After feeding them separately, he found that it had nothing to do with Corn Grass. So he concluded that the climate of Flower Town was suitable for raising dairy cows.
I took a bite of the pineapple bun.
Liszt put his attention on Parchment on the table, opened it and checked the craftsman information recorded on it.