Lord of Rot

Coran Fosak wiped his mouth.

After breakfast, as usual, Li Qi would go to the stables and then ride a horse to patrol the territory.

Today there will be 'Widow' Gulen to teach literacy and screen out the young people who are not smart enough. As for the selection criteria, just like Kelan, he has the final say.

Corran himself, then, is absolutely free.

back kitchen.

The little helper is washing vegetables in the oak basin.

She was wearing a maid outfit designed by the lord. The ruffled white apron tightened her waist and squeezed out her figure. The sleeves were rolled up, revealing her white arms.

At this time, Oak Basin was bending over to scrub the floor, sticking his buttocks out towards the door.

Kelan looked at it greedily. He probably hadn't tasted it for a while, and the ordinary-looking oak basin also looked very attractive.

In terms of charm, the most special one is the maid named Aike, who is beautiful and delicate.

"Oak basin."

"Lord Fusak?" Oak Basin was startled by the voice behind her. She stood up suddenly and turned around: "Do you, do you have any instructions?"

"I just have something I want to talk to you about."

Looking at the nervous little maid, Coran was confident. Wouldn't it be easy to win over a little maid with his own charm?

On the other side, Li Qi had not visited the territory for several days.

He rode along the road to the second village. This place was a certain distance away from Maitian Village. It would take a while to ride a horse, but new houses were being built. After some people moved here, they would be able to live in the local area. Live directly.

The ranch has been officially put into operation.

When the craftsmen saw Li Qi coming, they immediately stopped what they were doing and wanted to run over to greet him, but Li Qi waved his hand from a distance to tell them not to come over and to just do whatever they needed to do.

"The territory is getting on the right track step by step, but the Porcupine Territory lacks specialties that go outwards."

Trade routes must be opened, not only for purchasing slaves, but also for many resources, which the Porcupine Collar has no choice but to purchase from outside.

Qiao has been gone for a while, and it's time to come back, just in time to train the caravan.

"Although small pills can be sold in other towns, the demand in other places is certainly not as high as that in Ironstone City."

Iron Stone City, nicknamed the "Holy Land", except for Iron Stone City, the demand for small pills is not high in other towns.

"Wine barrels can make a lot of delicious food, but the delicious food cannot last long distances and is unrealistic. The textile industry seems to be good. You can buy raw materials and make them yourself, but the cost of road transportation is very high."

Things like leather, pottery, etc. are limited to raw materials and basically don’t need to be considered.

"You can grow flax and then make linen cloth, but as far as I know, the linen craftsmanship in the Golden Wheat Field area is good."

Go to the trouble of growing flax yourself, and then buy it from the place of origin?

It's just a fool's errand, and the profit from linen isn't too high.

Li Qi was calculating ways to make money in his mind.

What did other time-travelers rely on to get to ancient times? The military relies on gunpowder, making money by brewing wine, and picking up girls relies on bribes. As for management... His subordinates are all 100% loyal, and there is no shortage of talents. They can fool other noble lords into giving money and daughters to them by opening their mouths.

Let’s talk about wine making first. He didn’t like to drink wine in his previous life, and he didn’t know much about wine making.

The matter of gunpowder was put aside for now.

After thinking for a while, he found that his greatest advantage was the crypt. He could explore the crypt to obtain money and treasures, and make corpses to obtain knowledge and information.

Just like the discovery of the grass of life, it is an opportunity to quickly bring wealth.

The same goes for the Cape Crypt. Betty's knowledge of magic gunpowder is also a huge asset.

"Hiss" He suddenly realized that although he couldn't follow the path of bowing to the talented person when the tiger's body trembled, but he seemed to be able to take the path of picking up girls, no, the path of eating soft rice.

Thinking of his cousin who could make him cry with one punch, Li Qi wondered whether he should take the time to go to Green Forest Fort in the future.

My grandpa's family is an old aristocrat. They are not short of money. They are rich and powerful. What's wrong with being a soft-boiled person? Just take care of them.

There are just rich women and steel balls on earth, and there are people who are happy to sit next to them.

First, we conquered the Cape Crypt, and then went to Green Forest Castle. As for the caravan, let’s focus on buying first. We can sell whatever we can, and we won’t force it for now.

He returned to the castle and saw no sign of Coran.

"Where is Mr. Fosak? Has anyone seen him?"

The maid who was sweeping the floor replied, "Master Fusak seemed to have gone to the kitchen once after breakfast, and then returned to his room."

kitchen?

It seems that the other party really can't wait any longer.

In the afternoon, Joe returned with a group of able-bodied slaves.

After receiving Li Qi's order, the group of robbers and bandits were driven to dig stones.

evening.

A white raven flew by.

The letter was quickly delivered to Li Qi's hands.

"Dear cousin Li Qi, we haven't seen each other for more than ten years. I heard that you will come to Green Forest Castle this year? I'm looking forward to meeting you again. We can also contact you through letters, right? I really want to know about the porcupine collar. Interesting story, looking forward to hearing from you, your cousin Stacie."

Just when I thought of soft rice during the day, soft rice came!

“I don’t call this soft rice, this calls investment!”

Li Qi picked up the pen, muttered a few words and then wrote: "There are many interesting things in the porcupine collar. I want to introduce you to the most beautiful thing here first, the sea. You definitely want to see the splashes of the waves hitting the beach. , or write a secret barefoot on the beach and wait for the waves to take it away. Maybe you will be interested in a drift bottle. Write a story or secret of yours into the bottle, throw it into the sea, and let it drift in the sea. Then in the hands of a stranger, that feeling is very novel and romantic.”

He paused.

I wanted to change it, but I forgot about it.

Anyway, for an arranged marriage, all it takes is the nod from uncle and grandpa.

"Of course there are pirates in the sea. Fortunately, I defeated them, and their ship is mine now. If you come to Porcupine Territory, we can watch the dusk when the sky and sea turn red on the deck."

Li Qi glanced at the letter briefly. It was his first time communicating with a woman through a letter.

"Well, I shouldn't lick it much."

Just lick it, soft rice is better than begging rice!

He rolled up the letter, sealed it with wax, and handed it to the butler.

The white raven spreads its wings to deliver the message, while he and Qiao discuss the operation of the caravan.

Qiao's suggestion is that the excess flour can be sold to villages near the Pork Ridge Valley at a price much higher than that of unprocessed grain, and small pills can be sold along with it.

At the same time, you can bring out the news and let some caravans go to Porcupine Territory to sell goods and make purchases.

The suggestion was good, but it was rejected by Li Qi.

You can’t sell food!

There must be a sufficient amount of food in the granary to meet unexpected needs.

After talking for a while, I couldn't decide what to buy for the time being, but I did have a long list of what I wanted to buy.

After dinner, Coran Fusak returned to his room.

He was completely uninterested in the development of the porcupine collar and just wanted to go back to his room to rest.

Knock, knock, someone knocks on the door.

"Sir" sounds like a duck's feet.

Coran didn't like the valet who was responsible for monitoring him: "What's wrong? I've already gone to bed."

"It's the lord," Duckfoot said outside the door: "The lord said he was waiting for you in the garden."

"garden?"

Coran reluctantly got up, bent down to pick up his shoes, and said while putting them on, "I'll be right away."

He opened the door, looked at the valet standing outside, and said, "Go back and rest first, don't follow me."

"Yes, my lord!"