European Emperor Cultivation System

Chapter 62

"really?"

Weiner still didn't believe it. After all, he had never heard of this kind of thing that could be purified by writing a blood book before, because this was simply done by Li Peijun himself to fool people.

"Of course it's true. Compared with the secular aristocrat's inspiration, God's purification is of course purer and more thorough." Li Peijun spoke nonsense seriously.

"Here, here are three Thors. You give this blood book and three Thors to Father Marcel in the monastery, and he will teach you how to do it."

Li Peijun took out three more Thors from his pocket and handed them to Weiner.

"Thank you so much, Lord Lord. May the Lord bless you forever." The three of Weiner were very happy, and abruptly performed a set of coherent standard etiquette.

"May the Lord bless you." Li Peijun's memory was not that good, so he simply made a blessing gesture and drew a cross on his chest.

"By the way, isn't your lord going with us? Or do you have other things to do?"

"Yes, I'm going to see the operation of the manor today. I can't go with you for the time being. Don't worry, Father Marcel will help you handle everything. If I go back early, I can be your witness in time. people."

Seeing that Weiner was finally persuaded, Li Peijun squeezed the cold sweat on his palms.

"The lord can ask Birmingham about the situation of the manor. He is an old citizen and knows the situation here very well," Weiner replied.

"Very well, don't bother you, hurry up."

"The task is completed, gain intelligence +2, charisma +2, skill points +2."

Li Peijun sent the three people away, intending to continue walking into the manor. Weiner kept saying thank you, and after walking two steps, he turned around and beckoned, which made Li Peijun spend a lot of time greeting him.

"Tell me what you wrote."

This time, it was not Cohen who was full of thirst for knowledge, but Catherine who usually talked the least.

"Some daily blessings, as well as the affairs of Father Tomasel, are only written in Latin." Li Peijun felt relieved, and drove the horse to hoof slowly.

"I didn't expect you to be able to write Latin. That's a language only mastered by priests."

Listening to Catherine's tone, Li Peijun seemed to be a little envious, more of an admirer.

"No, just a few words, not worth mentioning strengths."

Having said that, Li Peijun was happy in his heart, but he was a little shy when he was speaking. He didn't dare to look directly at him when he was speaking, so he had to turn his back and pretend to be calm.

The enclosure of the manor is even worse. The wooden fences that are thicker than chopsticks are sparsely connected to each other. The spacing is so large that the cattle and sheep can easily break free. However, there is really no livestock in the entire manor, not even Not many people can be seen.

The houses are even more dilapidated than ordinary houses in the city. Except for the load-bearing walls which are made of wood, most of them are directly squeezed out of mounds of earth. The roofs are covered with wormwood leaves, and then half-covered. The layer of soil is weatherproof.

"Oh my god, if I live in this kind of house, I will collapse. Maybe one day I will sleep for half the day and it will collapse, and I will be buried alive."

Li Peijun walked all the way with emotion, never thought that his manor was so desolate, and unconsciously compared with the monastery, it was simply heaven and earth.

Occasionally, I saw a few people, and saw myself riding a horse. Those who were close could kneel down, and wanted to dig a hole to bury their heads in. Those who were far away disappeared in a flash, and even the men and women were not seen clearly. .

"Is Birmingham there?" Li Peijun's voice echoed in the village, breaking the original silence.

A figure slowly approached him from one side. From a distance, he looked like an old farmer in his early thirties, with dark skin, rough hands, a standard peasant outfit, and a wooden farm tools.

"Excuse me, my lord, is there anything you can do with Xiaomin?"

Birmingham was not as afraid of himself as others. He first bowed in an orderly manner, and then waited quietly for instructions.

"I am the new lord, Viscount Bruno, nice to meet you."

Li Peijun still reported his family first, and did not put on airs of aristocrats. After all, there was no news in the Middle Ages, and no one knew about his lord's death outside for a while.

"Little Min Birmingham, it is a great honor for you to meet the lord." Birmingham was modest and polite, not panicking at all.

"Why are people here so afraid of me?" Li Peijun asked.

"Reporting to the lord, the manor was often ransacked by pirates. It's just that the previous lord didn't do anything and let the peasants ignore their lives. We suffered losses. He didn't protect us, but instead raised taxes. Anyone who resisted would be killed. In the end, as time goes by, it is natural to be afraid and hate."

After all, once the lord and the courtiers, after changing to a new lord, Birmingham also directly revealed all the black material about the previous lord.

"No wonder, the taxes here should be paid after the daily production resumes, and I will think of other ways."

Li Peijun was also helpless, so he had to make do with it.

"The lord is wise." Birmingham praised.

"By the way, how many people are there in the manor? I saw about 30 people in my field of vision along the way."

"550 six." Birmingham responded quickly without any pause.

"So accurate? Where did the rest of the people go?" Li Peijun was a little surprised by this guy's answer, and continued to ask.

Birmingham nodded and took a deep breath, as if he was about to make a long speech, "I've lived here all my life, and no one knows the situation of the manor better than me. Even Wiener, the custodian of the manor, only knows a little bit about it."

"I know the situation of every household in the manor, the ratio of men to women, and even the age group composition. I also know a lot about the agricultural production situation."

"Most young and middle-aged people have gone to the sea to fish. After all, after the spring plowing is over, there is nothing to do. The merchants also recruit people to help with odd jobs. Naturally, they are all rushing to make a living. After all, life is difficult, and life in the manor is difficult. Keep it up." Birmingham spread his hands.

"I'll go, this guy is a know-it-all in the manor." Li Peijun thought that with the two know-it-alls, Passant and Birmingham, it would be much more convenient to understand all aspects of the situation in the future.

"Which piece of land is cultivated this year, take me to see it."

"Okay, my lord, please follow me." Birmingham turned around and attracted the way for Li Peijun.

Looking around, the land cultivated in this territory is less than one-fifth in total. This utilization rate is simply touching.

"Just like that?"

"That's all," Birmingham replied.

According to the normal standards of the Middle Ages, the feudal land of the lord should be a three-field system, one part of spring plowing, one part of autumn plowing, and one part of fallow plowing. In this way, the utilization rate will not be as low as 20%.

"I'm curious about what happened to make this happen." Li Peijun asked the manor for help.

"First, there are no production tools. We have been busy for two weeks just to sow all the seeds."

"Secondly, the land output is too low, and there is little enthusiasm for production. After paying taxes on the grain that has been planted hard for a year, they can't get enough to eat. Many young people go to the port to work as coolies after sowing the seeds."

Li Peijun didn't expect this guy from Birmingham to be able to summarize and have such insightful views. Now he is definitely an agricultural talent.

"How do you usually farm the land?"

"Huh? How else can I plant it? Sprinkle the seeds into the soil, and fill the soil with farm tools."

"No fertilization?" Li Peijun asked.

"What is fertilization?" To this medieval farmer, fertilization was a foreign concept.

"Will you put horse dung, cow dung, etc. into the fields?" Li Peijun thought of a simple explanation.

Birmingham shook his head hastily, "Of course not, it's so dirty, and besides, we don't even have a single animal here, where did the dung come from."

"It's good to transport the feces from the city, maybe you can try it." Li Peijun has already started to look at it and make calculations.

"My lord, is it possible that you want to eat...?" In Birmingham's thinking, it seemed incredible to use manure to fertilize the soil.

"Hey, that's how the land should be planted." Li Peijun looked confident.

Harfleur, Abbey
"Father Marcel, Lord Bruno asked me to give you this letter. He said you would know how to do it."

Wiener called out to Father Marcel, who was still in worship. As soon as he heard the lord's entrustment, Marcel immediately paid attention to this matter. He took the lord's letter in Wiener's hand, and Marcel Start reading carefully.

The first sentence is nothing more than a daily blessing, and Father Marcel can understand it naturally. He continued to glance down at the second sentence, and saw that it read impressively:

"Father Marcel, repeat this sentence to Weiner, 'The Holy Spirit comforts and sanctifies, obey our Lord Jesus Christ, and the grace of peace will come.' These three sols should be regarded as golden mouth money, don't Ask why."

Father Marcel looked at this sentence, this sentence came from the Bible, he was naturally very familiar with it, he weighed the three Thors in his hand, put the money in his pocket with relief, and greeted him with a smile .

"The Holy Spirit comforts and sanctifies, obey our Lord Jesus Christ, and peace and grace will come." Father Marcel said devoutly.

"Thank you so much, Father Marcel, I just said that the Lord will take care of us, this is the purification from God!" Weiner said excitedly.

"Then please ask the priest to preside over the wedding for the newlyweds."

Weiner turned sideways and brought the newlyweds to the priest.

"Haha, that's of course no problem."

Father Marcel was also easy-going. He looked at the strange and rare words in the last line, and didn't take it to heart after thinking about it to no avail.

(End of this chapter)