goddess of revolution

Chapter 25 Revolutionary Incubator: Collective Farms
The castle needs to be repaired first, this winding stone staircase is too dangerous, even if the viscount is already a priest, it will be a big deal if he falls.

Sebadian walked up the stone ladder cautiously, still thinking about it.The sunlight reflected on his face through the stone window, and the frown that was always frowned in the past was relaxed, making the temperament of the middle-aged man much clearer.

He had been busy finishing the banquet all day yesterday, and cleaning up Ms. Joy's banquet was no easy task.He used up all the saponins stored in the castle to ensure that the hall and the second floor didn't smell a bit of fishy smell. He also checked every corner himself, and never let things that shouldn't be left in the castle pollute the viscount's sacred territory.

Today, as soon as he got up, the maid said that the Viscount called him, and he was immediately full of energy.

If he hadn't made it clear to the Viscount yesterday, the Viscount probably wouldn't continue to rely on him as much as he did in the past.

Sebadian was very grateful for his decision, and even more grateful that the Viscount was no longer the young master who only knew how to lift the maid's skirt in the past.

Through the stone window, he could see the temple in the distance, and he remembered the viscount's confident attitude yesterday.

It has only been one month since he inherited the title, and the viscount has built the temple and planned more things.This kind of action power is not comparable to that of the former Viscount.

Work harder, Xiawen Sebadian, don't fail to catch up with the master's footsteps.

Standing in front of the study door, the butler once again warned himself in his heart, and then knocked on the door.

"Enter--"

The viscount's voice still has a tail of voice change, not as deep and deep as an adult's, but it's also good, and it's easier to hear his emotions.In a few years, he should be just like those big figures in the capital, with emotions and anger not visible.

In the study, the Viscount was talking about something with the priest of the temple, Talens. Sebadian treated Taluns with the same respect and indifference as he did to other priests.

He believes in Sif, the god of nobles, and he doesn't know the red lady yet.Since it was the belief of the Viscount, he didn't dare to make rash comments.

It's just that the old man took a lot of time and energy from the viscount through church affairs, which made Sebadian a little dissatisfied.

Sif blessed, the Viscount didn't really dedicate the entire territory to the church, otherwise he would bow his head to this old guy.

The Viscount looked very happy: "Sebadian, we have money!"

He waved two golden things in his hand, and Sebadian's heartbeat stopped for a moment.If I read it correctly, it was the golden ticket of the Chamber of Commerce, and the minimum denomination was one thousand gold bushes.

"Four thousand gold bushes!"

Knowing the amount of money the Viscount got, Sebadian was shocked. Recalling what the Viscount said yesterday, his impression of the Viscount soared from admiration to awe in an instant.

Resisting the urge to cry, he muttered, "That's great! Only one thousand is short of paying off the king's debt!"

"Sebadian, you are simply a small farmer thinking..."

The Viscount said: "The king's deadline is still more than four months. When the time comes, I will say that the money is used for investment. I am looking for you to discuss this matter."

Sebadian didn't understand what "small peasant thought" meant, but the Viscount had studied in Youxiang for several years, so it was normal that he couldn't understand some of the fashionable terms he said.

"So, sir, what are your plans now?"

Sebadian decided that from now on he would be an obedient executor, he would listen to what the Viscount said, and would no longer expose his stupidity and ignorance.

The Viscount patted the paper on the table, and wrote something on it with charcoal: "Let's talk about the situation in the territory first, and see if there is any discrepancy with my estimate."

"Okay, sir."

Sebadian is very confident in this aspect. It is the basic duty of a steward to keep abreast of the situation in the territory at any time, and of course it is only limited to the level of Viscount.Higher-ranking nobles have to hand over the affairs of the castle and the territory to different stewards because of too many affairs.

The Viscount Prell is in the southernmost part of the kingdom, and owns nearly [-] square kilometers of land, most of which are mountainous areas, and less than one-fifth of the flat land can be used for farming and grazing.Moreover, there are rivers in the territory, and the traffic is very inconvenient.

There are more than 20 small villages and one small town in the territory, with about 4000 people. Compared with other aristocratic territories, it seems that the land is sparsely populated.

The only advantage is that the average age of the citizens is relatively low.The mortality rate of infants and young children here is high, but there are also many freemen and serfs, and adults do not live long.

If it is around the royal capital or other affluent areas, churches gather together and temples are everywhere, and some basic medical services will be provided to civilians, and the average age will be higher.Now that the territory also has a temple, the situation in this regard should improve.

As for the industry in the territory, it can be said that there is no one at all.Otherwise, when the viscount just returned to the castle, Sebadian would not list the various rights and interests in the territory and let the viscount choose to sell them.

The income of the territory depends entirely on taking grain from the farmers, and taking a few coppers and silver pennies from the pockets of the townspeople, and their living standards can be imagined.

Sebadian felt very sorry that the viscount's land was poor and empty.

The Viscount asked: "Are there any cash crops that are suitable for growing in the territory? I mean something that is more valuable."

Ignoring the viscount's strange words, Sebadian said: "My lord, the land here is fertile and there is a lot of rain. There are alfalfa, mustard grass and other things that have a short maturity period and high yield. They will have a good harvest, but It needs to be taken care of carefully, and mud legs don't have that patience."

The viscount's eyes lit up again, Sebadian thought, the master might have some big plans.

Sure enough, the Viscount asked a question that made Sebadian's heart beat faster: "If we gather farmers together to cultivate a large field like this, how much investment will we need every year? Let's count as 500 people, and try to only be single men."

"Concentrate 500 people!?"

Not to mention Sebadian, even Tarrence opened his mouth wide.

"But, don't farmers have their own fields? How to gather them?"

Sebadian felt that this kind of thing was really unimaginable. All the bachelors in the territory were turned into serfs, and they had to farm the land according to the lord's instructions.

"Can they grow enough to eat by themselves? Since they can't get enough to eat, why do they need the fields?"

The viscount said something that sounded harsh to a farmer, and then looked at Tarrence: "In the name of the church, gather together, set up a farm, and plant mustard grass. I remember it is a dye, just right."

Tarrence understood: "You mean to turn them into apprentices of the church?"

Sebadian was about to speak, but the Viscount said as if he could read his mind: "It's just a name, but it's still managed by Sebadian."

The butler heaved a sigh of relief, and swallowed the words he wanted to persuade the Viscount.

He made a rough calculation and reported a number to the Viscount.

"Three hundred gold bushels, feed 500 people for a year, that's just food."

The Viscount said: "Including clothing, tools and building materials, it is five hundred gold bushes, one gold bushel per person."

Are you serious?

Sebadian shouted in his heart, and the Viscount asked again: "Even if you add the name of the church, you may not be able to bring all the people here. Will some people revolt by coercive means? I mean, violent resistance?"

The Viscount is serious...

Half of Sebadian's mind was uneasy, but the other half was involuntarily calculating.

"With Mr. Sardar and the guards here, how can the mud legs in the territory dare to resist? But they have long legs and can run by themselves. Even if they are caught, they will run on the farm."

Then all thoughts came to me: "If there is a more attractive promise from the church, and the land rent is raised on the territory side, so that they can't live on farming alone, I think they will all come."

"Very well, you first draw up a detailed plan, and the place is there. I hope to build a farm in a month, and the fields will be plowed, and we can plant grass immediately."

The Viscount stood by the window and pointed to the vast tidal flat to the west at the foot of the mountain, which happened to be across the river from the town.

Sebadian threw the decision he had just made into the back of his mind: "To reclaim such a wasteland, it won't be possible to complete it in a month. Moreover, the river will flood in summer, and the embankment will have to be rebuilt."

"It's okay, I'll hire a mage or a druid to take care of it."

The viscount said something that made Sebadian panic: "Now we have money."

Sebadian came out of the study, in a trance, and the energy that filled his whole body before suddenly dissipated.

He really didn't understand the Viscount's intention of doing this, for development?Including the hiring fee, it will cost a thousand gold bushels. How much dye can this money buy?How many years will it take to recover the cost for a bunch of mud legs to plant the land?

What made him even more confused was that he had never heard of this kind of concentrated farming.When did the lord take care of what the mud legs planted?Isn't it good to just collect the land rent?

With the master's performance yesterday, he shouldn't be so nonsense.

Could it be that this is the oracle of Lady Scarlet?

Sebadian's heart moved. As long as the master gets the favor of the gods and the church develops, the territory will naturally benefit.The investment of a thousand bushels of gold is completely different from the practice of other nobles, and it is nothing.

When you think about it that way, things make sense.

Then he became even more confused, what is the red lady doing?

Preoccupied, Sebadian slipped and Gululu rolled from the second floor to the first floor.

(End of this chapter)