"Hurry up, hurry up, damn big blockhead, dawdling, are you courting death! Sir Lord wants to count your family's situation, hurry up, put on your clothes, bring your wife and children over, and gather in the open space in front. Be careful, or else I'll break your legs! "
The patrolman swaggered and slammed the door of the thatched hut, shouting into the house.
Soon, the entire barley settlement's serfs came out of their homes and gathered in the open space under the scolding of the patrolman.
They whispered in twos and threes.
From time to time, they would look up at the table in the middle of the open space. Behind the table sat a forty-year-old woman, dressed in a decent dark green dress, sorting out a stack of thick bast paper. Behind the woman, there was a young maid helping to melt the ink in the teapot.
"Who is that?"
"I've never seen her before."
"Idiot, she must be a maid from the castle!"
"Yes, yes, look at her clothes, she's definitely ironed. Only Sir Lord's maids can wear such neat and clean clothes, unlike us, who stink and are wrinkled."
"What does Sir Lord want to do? I heard from the henchmen that he wants to count … count what?"
"Count the population." An old serf chewed some kind of grass root in his mouth, "Ten years ago, Sir Count sent someone to count. At that time, our barley settlement had … had … had a lot of serfs, much more than we have now. Oh, a lot of people starved to death in the heavy snow seven years ago."
In front of the table.
The patrolman, who was swaggering and blustering just a moment ago, bowed and said to the two maids: "Mrs. Morrison, Miss Micjon, all the serfs in the barley settlement have been gathered."
"I'm not a Miss, I'm just a maid from the castle." Micjon Oxtail was actually very happy to be called a Miss. She asked with a smile, "Is everyone here? Don't miss anyone, or Sir Lord will punish us, including you."
"Of course, of course, I can guarantee that they won't dare to hide."
Mrs. Morrison nodded: "Well then, you go and have them come one by one. After counting the serfs, you can go home directly and don't come back to register."
"Okay."
The patrol began to lead the serfs to the table one by one.
According to what Liszt had prepared, Mrs. Morrison asked, "Are you a parent? What's your name? "
"Huo … Hope, Missus."
"Don't be nervous. This is your full name, including your surname, Mr. Hope."
"Oh, okay … okay, my name is Hope Rotten Water."
"So, Mr. Hope, is everyone in your family here? A total of five? What is the name of your wife? What are the names of your two sons and daughters? How old are you? What is your occupation? What is your responsibility? Is it the same with your wife? Is your eldest son working? "
Soon after, Mrs. Morrison finished her questioning and began to record the information on thick bast paper.
Serf head - Hope Rotten Water, age 37, grows barley, able-bodied; wife - Simone Rotten Water, age 34, grows barley, able-bodied; eldest son - Lobo Rotten Water, age 20, grows oats, is lame; second son - Peter Rotten Water, age 17, grows barley, able-bodied; daughter - Lily Rotten Water, age 15, raises chickens, is able-bodied.
After recording the information, Mrs. Morrison verified it again.
After confirming that there was no mistake, she said gently: "Mr. Hope, Missus, your family can go back."
"Oh, okay … okay."
This scene only lasted for a day. Stacks of thick bast paper were sent to Liszt's desk in the castle, announcing the completion of the census of the Flower Town.
"Liszt, it is really incredible. Such a difficult task was easily solved by you. You will definitely be a qualified lord." Gort exclaimed in admiration.
"Teacher Gort, let's put aside the praises for now. Give me the statistics of each settlement."
"I am at your service."
Perhaps it was Liszt's swift and decisive actions that put pressure on Gort, making him, a follower who had not yet become an advisor, to light candles and work at night.
Early the next morning.
The statistical data had already appeared in front of Liszt, who had finished breakfast and had finished his Knight cultivation class.
"Master, Sir Gort stayed up all night. His eyes were bloodshot when he delivered the data." Said Carter, holding the thick bast paper.
"Good wine and good food. I have to do something in return. The Flower Town needs to develop. I don't want my fief to be as lifeless as it was in the past."
Carter was a bit absent-minded. After a few seconds, he responded: "Master, I seem to have seen Sir Count when he was young, a high-spirited viscount. In five years, he was promoted to count and established the Tulip family's rule over the Coral Island. With you as the lord of the Flower Town, it is the fortune of all the subjects. "
"Maybe." Liszt was not modest.
He quietly flipped through the thick bast paper. In fact, there was not much content in the thick stack. Even if it was written with a quill, it still could not record many mosquitoes.
"Thick bast paper is really backward."
"Master, we don't have much thick bast paper left. We have already used up four-fifths of the thick bast paper."
"I know, I will find a way to solve it." Papermaking had long been placed on Liszt's schedule. He just had to wait for the right time to complete it.
After spending half an hour, all the data of the Flower Town was clear.
There were a total of eight settlements.
In the town, there were 257 households and 907 people. Among them, 41 households and 125 people were freedmen, the rest were serfs.
In the peanut settlement, there were 23 households and 92 people, all serfs.
In the shiitake settlement, there were 68 households and 211 people, all serfs.
In the tomato settlement, there were 30 households and 152 people. Among them, 10 households and 28 people were freedmen, the rest were serfs.
In the barley settlement, there were 48 households and 155 people, all serfs.
In the wheat settlement, there were 101 households and 342 people, all serfs.
In the flower farm, there were 21 households and 54 people, all serfs.
In the dairy farm, there were 18 households and 60 people, all serfs.
In the entire Flower Town, there were a total of 584 households and 1,973 people, only 51 households and 153 people were freedmen, the rest were serfs. In the castle, there were 10 servants, 4 retainer Knight, as well as the two followers of Gort and Markus. Including Liszt, there were a total of 17 people.
Among them, Gort and Markus still had family members. However, they were in the Coral City and did not come. They might not be willing to come, or they might have to wait for some time before coming.
Therefore, the total population of the Flower Town was 1990 people.
The vast majority of them were engaged in agriculture, growing barley, wheat, oats, tomatoes, shiitake mushrooms, peanuts, Tulip, raising dairy cows, as well as a small number of chickens, ducks, geese, pigs, dogs, and sheep.
Only 7% of the population was engaged in handicrafts.
There was a tailor shop, a blacksmith shop, a carpenter shop, a bakery, a mill, a grocery store, a leathersmith shop, a barber shop, and a locksmith shop.
"The census is detailed enough. The mission should be completed by now." Thought Liszt as he pushed away the thick bast paper exuding a faint fishy smell.
Just then, the old butler Carter came over: "Master, there is a joyous occasion. The flower farm's manager has come to report the joyous occasion to you."
Hearing the words' flower farm ', Liszt's eyes lit up. He understood that this was probably the mission reward: "Where is he, invite him over … for what joyous occasion?"
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