Succubus' Manor

The commoners have already started building houses, and their speed is very fast, probably because they also know very well that the rainy season is coming, and without houses, they can never rely on straw sheds to shelter from the wind and rain.

Chi Yan looked at the busy civilians and asked the housekeeper, "Will they be angry because slaves live better than themselves?"

The steward said seriously: "My lord, the slaves are your property, but they are not. Even if your sheep live better than theirs, you should."

Although civilians are free people, except for those with property, many of them are even worse than slaves.

The nobles leased the land to them, and they had to charge high rent and taxes. Maybe they were tired all year round, and the food left behind would not be enough for everyone to drink every day after replacing it with beans and wheat bran. A bowl of mush.

They themselves are very clear, but most civilians are not willing to become slaves, even if their lives are worse than slaves.

Unless you can't survive, you will become a slave and sell yourself to a merchant.

"You let them eat mush without doing anything." The housekeeper was heartbroken. "Where can they find such a generous and benevolent adult like you?"

The housekeeper didn't think that the commoners were doing something by building houses, because the lords couldn't benefit from it, and thought it was a waste of food.

In the eyes of the steward, these new civilians are not as good as slaves.

Slaves can open up wasteland and farm, and it is not in vain. After the common people come, it will soon enter the rainy season, and they will not be able to work until the next spring. They have to be idle for such a long time. Where does the food come from?

The grain in the cellar is obviously not enough to support so many people until next year's harvest season.

Chi Yan was a little worried. He felt that this was different from the game. In the game, every time he completed a step, such as how many people were expanded in the territory, he would be rewarded with corresponding gold coins, which could be used to buy food, but now in his territory So many people came, but no one gave him a reward.

"Where should I get food?" Chi Yan looked at the butler worriedly.

His eyes are so big and so moist.

The housekeeper's heart was about to melt, and he said softly to Chi Yan like a weak baby: "My lord, we have steel now."

In addition to forging carpentry tools, slaves also forged steel swords, which would not bend or break, and were extremely sharp after being slit.

Of course, compared to modern steel swords, this can only be regarded as an elementary product, but compared to the current forging process, it is almost perfect.

But Chi Yan didn't want to sell it. This thing is too conspicuous. Once it is sold, it will definitely be traced. Although the information lag is serious now, unlike the modern day where there are sky eyes everywhere, Chi Yan doesn't want to take even a little risk.

Chi Yan sighed: "The risk is too great."

He stopped talking, but lowered his head and pondered, which assets in his hands could be sold without risk.

"Sell the silverware to the merchant." Chi Yan said to the housekeeper.

The silverware in the castle was left by the previous lords. The lords and commoners were stingy with these things, but they were very generous with them.

They can exchange most of their food for these things.

There is a room in the castle, which is full of gold and silver wares, the most of which are silver wares, because gold wares are too expensive, even if you exchange all the grain for a year, you can only exchange for a gold bowl.

But these things are useless to Chi Yan. He can't understand that these people buy so much silverware, but they just display them in the house, as if they are satisfied just looking at these silverware.

The butler had no objection, because he knew that Chi Yan hadn't entered that room a few times since he started here.

But he still asked: "Sir, are you going to sell all of them?"

Chi Yan: "Sell them all, and sell them to the businessman who offers the highest price. It's best to let them sit together, and whoever offers the highest price will sell it to him."

Although he really didn't want to use natural fertilizers, livestock fertilizers alone weren't enough, and it happened that the toilet he asked the slaves to build was actually a big pit...

Chi Yan lowered his head in despair.

It's too hard, life is too hard.

And the worst thing is that the cow dung is very fertile, but he only has two cows.

To make matters worse, the harvest season had already passed when he came.

Sowing can only be done after the rainy season and winter have passed, because there is no winter wheat here, only spring wheat, which is sown in spring and harvested in autumn. In addition to the lack of fertility and the rainy season, the land is planted for half a year, and the land is barren for half a year, so the yield is very low.

And these wheats are also high-yielding varieties, which have not undergone modern selection of the fittest and have not been improved, so there is less.

But the staple food here is wheat.

There is no such thing as rice, which Chi Yan likes to eat, and there is no such thing as sweet potato and potato, which have a large yield and require little land.

Chi Yan ran to Kleist and asked, "What do elves usually eat? Do they really eat flowers and drink dew?"

Kleist was amused by Chi Yan: "Elves are no different from other races, except that their ears are pointier, everything else is the same."

Chi Yan: "Then don't you plant? Where does the food come from?"

Kleist thought for a while: "In addition to hunting, we just eat the rhizome of a plant, we call it 'katuo', as long as it is cut into small pieces and buried in the ground, that piece of land will be filled with katuo every year." lump."

This sounds very similar to sweet potatoes or potatoes, but it is different. After all, sweet potatoes and potatoes need to be planted, but Katuo does not need it. Once planted, you can always harvest.

Chi Yan's eyes glowed green, and he stared at Kleist closely: "Do you have a card?"

Kleist spread his hands: "You knew what I was like when I came."

Chi Yan was discouraged, and said dejectedly, "Well, I'm sorry to bother you."

He looked so pitiful, depressed and sad, that Kleist couldn't help calling him: "I know where to find it."

In an instant, Chi Yan finished changing his face. He turned his head and looked at Kleist with eyes full of pleading: "Really?"

Kleist's eyes darkened, he took a step, walked to the window, and distanced himself from Chi Yan: "I'm going out for a while, and when I come back, I'll bring Katuo back to you .”

Chi Yan: "... Will there be danger? If there is danger, then forget it."

Kleist smiled at him. His smile was different from before. It was not a gentle smile, but full of evil—and danger.

"Don't worry, I will hold a bow and arrow." Kleist, "After all, elves use bows and arrows, don't they?"

Chi Yan blinked: "Are you kidding me? Didn't you say elves don't use bows..."

Kleist interrupted him: "I'll pack up my things and change into light clothes. Can I get any rewards when I come back?"

Chi Yan: "What do you want?"

Kleist smiled and said, "I want to change the room to a place where the sun won't shine."

"Isn't it good to have sunshine?" Chi Yan felt that in this damp castle, it is very happy to have a room facing the sun. Only when the sun shines in the room can the damp and cold be dispelled.

Chi Yan thought for a while: "Okay, I'll ask the butler to change it for you when you come back."

Kleist's smile widened, and his eyes narrowed slightly: "It is my honor to serve you."

After leaving Kleist's room, Chi Yan touched the back of his head.

I didn't expect Kleist to be so afraid of tanning.

It turns out that the elves are so white because they don't bask in the sun and have such a strong awareness of sun protection?

Maybe he can find some sunscreen for Kleist in the future.

It's a pity that there is no mask here, otherwise Kleist would definitely like it very much.

Sunscreen could be better.

After Kleist left, the steward asked the knights to escort the silverware to the city, where there were more merchants and they could be sold at a better price.

But Chi Yan also told him that if he could exchange for more food, he would not need to exchange for money, but directly exchange for food.

They are expected to stay in the city for a while until the most generous merchant appears.

Once they are eager to sell money, merchants will cleverly lower the price and buy silverware at a price far below the value of these silverware itself.

Only when they themselves are not in a hurry, businessmen will be in a hurry.

In the territory, the civilians finally built the same houses as the slaves, but in order to distinguish them from the slaves, they used a local red clay to paint the walls. After drying, these houses turned pink.

They still have to live in the hut these days, but they can see their "new house" in the hut.

"For the first time, I know that I can build a house like this!" The commoners sat together, and after dark, they would discuss this new home.

"I pasted the walls very thickly, so that the wind won't come in in winter!"

In the past years, they lived in the city, in a house that was in disrepair. There were holes everywhere. It would leak when it rained, and the wind would fill the wind. If it snowed, the house would be crushed if the snow was too thick.

Their relatives brought kindling, so they gathered around the fire, feeling the warmth and warmth brought by the flames.

"I don't know if we can get the land next year." The civilians are most worried about this. Unlike slaves, they must have their own land to survive.

"It will definitely be, otherwise the adults will not give us a muddle and raise us for nothing."

The civilians also didn't feel that Chi Yan was responsible for them. After all, many lords were very mean and mean.

The lords wanted as few civilians as possible and as many slaves as possible.

The more civilians there are, the higher the tax. Sometimes, even if the civilians are emptied out, it is not enough to pay the taxes payable by the Holy Court.

The civilians boil water with clay pots they brought, and then hold a cup of hot water in their hands. They don’t like to drink hot water, and they don’t have the habit of boiling water. Now they boil water because the cups filled with hot water are held in their hands. It was warm.

"As long as the adults rent the land to us next year, we can start a new life."

"What could be happier than living in a house like this?"

"Maybe we live better than the adults in the city."

The civilians laughed, and the feeling of apprehension and fear when they came finally disappeared.

No one bullies them here, they have built their own house and will be able to move into it soon.

And the adults didn't take money from them for building the house on his land.

They don't ask for much, and that's good enough.