warm dragon

Chapter 69 The old man

"My lord is a genius in swordsmanship."

After being dismissed and competing purely with fighting spirit and martial arts, Eric, the Phantom Beast Knight, had to admit this.

Russell, who was a little clumsy before, suddenly became a top swordsman.

"Yaoguang Sword Technique", a popular swordsmanship that is so bad in the street, takes on a new luster in Russell's hands, as elegant as a butterfly.

In terms of pure swordsmanship skills, he can already crush Eric.

Russell tied a beautiful sword flower, put the stainless steel sword back into the scabbard, and threw it to the valet Ram. He said with a smile: "This is the power of enlightenment. Maybe the dragon has noticed me and given me the sword." Faxin’s insights.”

"There is only one explanation. Your Excellency has been watched by the dragon." Charles came over and said witty words.

"It's possible." Russell blinked.

What he told was the truth, Xiao Menglong was always watching him, and all of this was indeed brought about by Xiao Menglong.

Without Little Menglong, the Sword Butterfly and Amber Insect would not have been discovered, and naturally there would be no talent for swordsmanship.

The dinner was very lively.

Russell sat on the main seat of the long round dining table, with Eric and Charles on his left and right hands respectively, followed by the Wildcat sisters and four knights' retinue, and at the end there were three new recruits: Howles, Drucker and Barr. The surrendered ranger.

Seeing that they cooperated with Eric to reorganize the Xiangshuihe Caves and were conscientious, Russell reluctantly allowed them to come to the dinner table.

And these twelve people are all the people with fighting spirit in Wuyao Snake Manor.

Drinking the new recipe of fish soup, Russell asked: "Teacher Eric, after counting the freedmen in Xiangshui River Cave, how many people are left in total?"

Eric responded in a muffled voice: "There are a total of four hundred and seventy-two free people left, all of whom have surrendered to your lord and become your serfs."

"Suddenly there have been an increase of four to five hundred people, and the population of Black-waisted Snake Manor is about to exceed four thousand." Russell thought for a while and said, "Now there are seven villages in the manor, and the composition of the personnel has gradually become mixed. It is time to establish an official system. .”

The Black-waisted Snake Manor is now divided into seven villages, Damai Village, Wheat Village, Alfalfa Village, Lentil Village, Bean-Wheat Village, Magic Potion Village and Diku Village.

"Indeed, now Old Hans is cooperating with me to manage the affairs of the manor. There are indeed a lot of troubles." Charles nodded.

"Then it will be tomorrow... no, the day after tomorrow. We will hold a manor meeting and select the officials." Russell made a decision, "As for the framework of officials, Mr. Charles, you have worked hard all day and you will submit it to us after you have drawn it up." I’ve seen it.”

"As you wish." Charles responded with a smile.

Russell entrusted him with the task of formulating the official system, which showed his trust in him and basically clarified the position of chief clerk of the manor territory.

The chief clerk is the confidant of the lord and the chief executive who manages the territory for the lord. It can be said that he has the highest status among civil servants.

The party dispersed.

Russell went to wash up and rest. Tomorrow he planned to go to the Fluorescent Castle to report to Baron Roman about the Xiangshui River Caves and inquire about the Blood Tooth Fungi mushroom worm.

Of course, it would be better if we could find information about the amber worm from the castle's collection of books.

Before going to bed, Butler Morris entered the study carrying a bottle of red wine. There would be a glass of red wine between the master and the servant every night.

"Master, do you think we need to recruit some old waiters?" Butler Morris said.

"Old man?"

"Yes, what I want is to recruit a swineherd, and then a stableboy, and finally let Fox return to the job of a manservant." Morris said, "And since you like to eat fish, maybe you can hire another fisherman." I'm a fisherman, just fishing for you, sir."

The old man is a kind of long-term hired worker.

Different from serfs who only know how to farm, old shepherds can shepherd sheep for the lord and are called shepherds; can feed pigs for the lord and are called swineherds; can raise bees for the lord and are called beekeepers; can raise cattle for the lord and are called cowherds. Wait. Fish herders, horse herders, chicken, duck and goose herders, even pigeon herders and dog herders are not uncommon.

In addition to these old shepherds, there were many types of hired workers, such as hedgekeepers who looked after the fences for the lord, grassland dividers who helped the lord divide grasslands for grazing by serfs, fallow managers who helped the lord promote farmland fallow, and forest rangers who helped the lord look after the forests. etc.

of course.

Generally, only large lords would hire long-term workers. Small lords like Russell did not need so many hired workers.

Most of the work of dividing grassland, looking after forests, and keeping farmland fallow fell on the manor foreman, Old Hans. Old Hans could then divide the work among several village chiefs, and the chief could even pass the responsibility to the serfs.

All in all, the Black-loisted Snake Manor is too small, has too few people, and the workload is not that big, so the number of hired workers can naturally be reduced.

For Baron Roman, as long as the serfs cultivate the fields diligently and provide him with food when the time comes, there is no need to hire people to conduct detailed management of the manor.

Now that Russell has arrived, he only has one-third of an acre of land, so he naturally has to treat it carefully.

"Pig herds and horse herds are indeed needed. It's best to recruit a fish shepherd, who will not only help me catch fish, but also catch river mussels and snails." Russell said, "Let's discuss it with Old Hans and go back to the manor. Also hold a meeting to discuss the division of labor among servants and the selection of workers."

"Okay, sir, I will contact Old Hans tomorrow."

"Then, go to bed early, Mr. Morris."

"Go to rest early, sir."

Bang, the red wine glasses clinked, the two drank each, and then left the study together.

Meanwhile, in the stone houses of the small bazaar.

Charles was greeting the Wildcat sisters enthusiastically, like a big bee in full bloom: "Katie, Catherine, you guys, please treat this place as your own home. I'll leave the room upstairs to you. I live downstairs, just call me if you need anything." "

"We will move out soon. The adults have said that a row of dormitories will be built in the small market. We will move into the dormitories then," Catherine said.

"Of course, of course, but you can live here until the dormitory is built."

"Charles, you are a good man." Katie smiled.

Charles immediately grinned from ear to ear: "Just doing what a gentleman should do, Katie, Catherine, you're welcome."

"Good night then."

"Okay." Although he was a little reluctant, Charles took off his hat gracefully and said, "Good night, two beautiful ladies."

"Good night, Sir Charles." Katie and Catherine returned the greeting, then turned upstairs.

When the wildcat sisters entered the room, the cook came out from the corner and asked anxiously: "Master, you live downstairs, where should I live?"

"Go to the kitchen and make a floor."

"Ah!" The cook was reluctant.

Charles waved his hand impatiently: "I'll pay you one copper a day for the paving fee."

When the cook heard this, she immediately hugged her quilt and ran into the kitchen: "Don't worry, sir, I will live in the kitchen and will never disturb your rest."

The night is long.

Charles had no intention of sleeping, lying on the hard bed where the cook had slept, tossing and turning, his mind filled with images of the wildcat sisters.

(End of this chapter)