At the sight of the mess in the wine cellar, Field was in despair.
Fortunately, there is no way out, and Field only searched a few places and found the unopened cask.
"Dong Dong ~"
A gentle tap on the barrel made a low, dull sound inside. Field's heart beat two beats faster, and joy immediately came to his brow, but he worried that he had been happy for nothing, so he pretended to be calm: "Open this barrel, and hope it is filled with wine, not tentacles."
Fog only rots plants and animals, and dead things generally don't turn into monsters, provided the wine is properly sealed.
The guards struggled to pry open the wine barrel, "wave" a sound, mellow wine flavor waft.
In a winery full of rancid and monsters, but the smell of the top wine fragrance, this strange experience is comparable to looking for shrimp in the toilet.
"That's it! Black Pearl wines that are out of print in the Empire." Field was thrilled. He shook his fists in excitement. "Call my steward, Khal, and count the casks here."
Asina saw Field immersed in joy, and cautiously advised: "Lord, even if it is wine, it must be drunk in moderation."
Many lords were ruined by drinking, hanging out in bars and fireworks.
"Don't worry, Ashina, I won't drink the wine."
Field prefers iced tea or Coke to alcohol.
"These wines, which have been out of print for ten years, are all liquid gold, and if transported to the imperial capital, nay, to any nearby city, they will instantly bring us a great deal of gold revenue."
The exact value depends on how much wine there is.
But Field can be sure that the dignitaries will break their heads for the wine.
"Oh ~" thin fingers on the lips, Asina a thoughtful look, "since the black pearl wine is so expensive, then we can also make wine, anyway, the starry night winery in our hands."
"You're right, but that's something you'd only consider if it was safe."
By giving the cellar to the Khal, Felder had time to survey his territory.
Centered on the winery, about the size of the elementary school playground, this circle is the land occupied by Field.
As long as there is no gray fog and people can carry out activities on it, it is a real territory. As for what is on the territory, it is not important for now, because it is all decaying plants and living things, which must be removed before consideration can be given.
"Now the challenge begins."
Field walked around the outermost part of the road, and the corrupt creatures in the ridge, because of the cleaning of the neighbors, looked a lot less, and finally looked a little like the world.
The leaders jostle together deformed, decaying creatures that have no fighting power, but whose presence is pollution. The junk wood from the winery, just in time to be recycled, thrown into the monster pile and set on fire.
The cat was howling like spring, and with the sizzling heat, a great cloud of ash smoke poured out of the monster's body.
"Good heavens, valkyries, the devil's minions have been purged."
The maid shouted in an exaggerated tone, patting her chest.
And the slave women who work, cast envious eyes.
Can enter the castle, eat the leftovers of the noble adults, and usually have the luxury of rest time, enough to make the slave jealous.
"Scissors, I need you to do something."
Field finished his tour of the estate, and before issuing a new decree, he intended to meet his servants
"My Lord, you say..."
Maid Scissors smile immediately astringent, like a startled katydid, even the big voice are resting. Even though Field had been cowardly and stupid before, he was still a civilian who looked up to him.
Field had been so busy pioneering these two days that he had neglected many things, and he now realized that there was a great class gap in the world.
Remember the funny thing that happened to Field's cheap dad.
The hostile nobles planned to surprise the family caravan, but happened to be caught by the peasants in the ambush site of the nobles, so the peasants immediately came to the castle and told the Earl of the enemy's plot, and then the Earl plotted and killed the enemy.
The peasant should have received a monetary reward, but the count hanged the peasant when he returned from victory.
The reason: the disgusting excrement and dirt from the peasant's humble shoes left humble footprints on the Count's carpet.
In the eyes of the aristocracy, the people are a piece of shit, and the slaves are worse than shit.
Field is not a saint, he will not overthrow himself, and he will not be fully localized and become an outright feudal aristocrat.
"Just let my neighbors live a good life." 'thought Field.' Of course, a good neighbour. '
"Scissors, gather all those who serve me. I have something to say."
"Yes, my Lord." Scissors immediately lifted his apron and began to trot.
The butler was the first to arrive, after all, he had the highest position among the servants, and Scissors was naturally the first to inform him.
"My Lord, the cask count is not finished yet. It will take at least two days." The Khal, the butler, came panting. He looked so thin that he had little flesh on his thighs. He seemed to be having a hard time.
But his wages were the highest in the territory, with five silver coins and fifty copper coins a month, and all matters such as purchasing and accounting were entrusted to him, and if he put his mind to it, his income could be multiplied several times.
Under normal circumstances, one imperial copper coin can buy a black bread, that is, rye bran bread, which will even have wood chips and bark. Unlike the modern imagination of bread, brown bread is as hard as stone, and hard to chew can break teeth. The correct way to eat it is to soften it with hot soup, and then eat it with kosher salt grains with a lot of impurities.
The taste was neither wheat nor sweet, but salty and bitter.
But even with such junk food, many people may not be able to earn two loaves of bread a day, and finally become slaves.
The maid, the man, and the cook were paid 15 coppers a day, which was four pieces of silver and 50 coppers a month.
Soon Field met his servants, two maids, a footman, and a cook.
In the modern world, having two or three servants is a very nice thing, but in the Middle Ages, Field was only a poor nobleman, and his sister, the woman who sent the cavalry to try to kill him, had twenty footmen alone, who cut vegetables, chop meat, lead horses and even manicure nails.
Field's divine eyes swept over everyone, and they bowed their heads to avoid eye contact with the overlord, which would have been rude.