"I don't know my footman's name yet." Field asked the housekeeper.
"His name is Crock, my Lord, and he is sixteen years old, and his parents are farmers. The cook is the plate, the maid is the scissors and the sparrow."
In this world, only those who possess knowledge, nobility or extraordinary power, will have a good name.
For example, Field's full name is Field Rose, and Rose means rose, but as a name, it is more appropriate to call it Rose. Like President George W. Bush, whose full name is George Walker Bush, you can translate it as George Walker Bush, but it sounds too weird.
"Do you have any orders, my Lord?" The crock's voice trembled with fear at being called by name.
He's worried about being fired. He slacked off for ten minutes while mopping the floor yesterday.
"The bunk you made for the carriage is very soft, and if it hadn't been for it, I might have fallen apart all the way." Field snapped his fingers lightly. "A silver coin for the crock, Khal."
"Hiss"
The others immediately cast jealous eyes, one silver coin, the equivalent of more than six days' salary.
The crock was stunned for a moment, and then, with a look of ecstasy, fell down at Field's feet and kissed Field's boots: "Goddess, thank you for your generosity."
"Good luck boy." Scissors pout, very unhappy, make the bed what is a big deal, she will warm the bed.
Crock silently vowed in the heart: never lazy in the future, even for a minute.
"Once a month, everyone may get a silver reward, as long as the performance is good, everyone has a chance." I watched the cook cook delicious food, the maid clean the room, and so on."
They were all breathing fast and looking at each other, all seeing the fiery competition in each other's eyes.
The corners of Field's mouth turned slightly upward, and their efficiency in the future would be ignited by silver coins. Most importantly, there will be cases such as whistleblowing, tattling, Field needs them to do so, his people may not be a good thing, there will be a partnership to deceive the Lord phenomenon.
"Well, go get busy." Field smiled at the crowd and waved his hand to signal that they could go. The crowd quickly left, but the butler moved two steps and came back hesitantly, and Field wondered, "What's wrong?"
"My Lord, uh, it's not nice to say this, but as your steward, I must give you some advice." The Khal had changed his previous grumblings and set to work since he had come alive into the night.
Field raised his eyebrows. "Speak freely."
"It's about race, you seem to have given the Asians a way up, promising them the possibility of becoming free people, but... The Asians are not like us. They're stupid. Well, I'm sorry. It doesn't seem necessary to set them free except for Lord Asina."
Field mused for a moment. "We are now in the land of the damned, surrounded by death. The saying goes: When you are in Azria, be an Azelean."
"We should have our own rules, and tomorrow I will announce a unified law, and then you will know."
In the evening, Field took out a pen and paper to draw up a planting plan for Nightcollar.
In Chinese characters that only he could read, he wrote: "Plunder and explore."
"My territory has no hair, and if I want to develop rapidly and accumulate the means of production, I cannot do it with only 200 people."
Even the land is full of poison.
"Dong Dong Dong ~"
There was a knock on the door.
"It's me, my Lord." Ashina's voice came from outside the door.
Field needed Asina's support for his plan: "Come in, I'm waiting for you."
"Good evening, my Lord." Asina wore a short maid's dress, the girl's slender legs made a shy posture, but the face was a little shy, out of the hard life of slavery, the cold jade skin can be seen again, in fact, even her feet are very cold, long toes white, very beautiful, "What can I do for you?"
Whether it was a delusion or not, the atmosphere was immediately ambiguous.
Field patted his head, and no wonder Ashna looked twitchy.
If you call a girl into your room in the middle of the night, it's all in your head.
"Ahem, it's about territorial development."
"Oh," he said. Asina's hand, which had no place to put it, immediately dropped, and she was relieved, but there was a faint disappointment in her heart. "My Lord, I have no management experience, and I may not be able to help you."
Before she became a slave, Asina was only a free person, the daughter of the Lycoya Hunter family. Can't read or write, can't manage.
"It's okay, you can learn, I'll teach you by hand." Besides, you are the chosen one and have a natural advantage."
The greatest class leap in the world is to become the Chosen.
One moment you may face the death penalty, but the next moment you become a god, the local nobles will directly declare you innocent, and as a guest, after all, God does not choose the wrong person.
This is also the reason why the bottom is reluctant to rebel against the Lord, because everyone has the opportunity to jump class, as long as the daughter or daughter-in-law becomes the God's choice, naturally have no worries about food and clothing.
"I decided to plunder my brother." Field opens his mouth and he blows.
Ashna was stunned: Is this something I can listen to?
"Well, you have my unconditional support!" Making sure Field wasn't joking, Asina thought for a moment. "You're not a cruel and evil man, I can sense that."
Field never mistreated her when she was a slave, or did anything less than an animal when he was asleep. On the contrary, Field was the most unique person she had ever met.
Treat Asians as equals, uh, even like them a little? This may be an illusion, but there is no doubt that Field is a gentleman!
"Thank you." Field poured Asina a cup of black tea. "It's a long story."
He still remembers that his brother's cruel and perverted eyes really made him sleepless.
With a brother screaming for the death of the people he cares about, Field is not the kind of man who can be manipulated.
Fight back hard! And it has to start now.
"That's why I'm going to tell you slowly that I need you to help me train a troop of light cavalry, the kind made for plunder."
Field's dear second sister, who had "aided" him with twenty horses, was now in good use.
After the plan had been agreed upon, Field called a meeting of all his neighbors the next day, including every slave.
Everyone who came was drawn to the wooden box next to Field, which was filled with silver and copper coins.
Instead of starting with a long speech, Field produced a list of names.
"Members of the Guard, in accordance with the names I have given, will come to collect the bounty and kill a rotting corpse and a silver coin, and I will do it."