Of the 476 serfs, women accounted for about two-thirds. There were also many infants, children, and elderly people. The number of able-bodied men was very small. In the serf trade market, able-bodied men were regarded as excellent labor force and were much more expensive than the elderly, children, and women.
In the eyes of a lord, the quality of these serfs was very poor.
Apart from craftsmen, women and children were burdens, and craftsmen were also elderly, which was extremely uneconomical.
However, Liszt did not complain in his heart. Women could marry the fief's bachelors to offset the imbalance between men and women in the Flower Town. Children and infants could be candidates for future Knight once they were nurtured. Old craftsmen had superb skills and could cultivate a large number of apprentices.
Of course.
Able-Bodied men were equally important to the Flower Town. Whether it was farming, road repair, or dock repair, they all required able-bodied labor.
Therefore, on the surface, Liszt still complained: "Mr. Franck, the quality of these serfs is not very good. I need women by name, so a little more is not a problem. However, there are too many children and the craftsmen are all elderly. Aren't you trying to fool me? "
"Oh, Baron Liszt, I dare not fool the Tulip family." Franck laughed, "This batch of serfs was gathered by the fleet from the various serf markets. The able-bodied labor force has long been bought by others. You know, without war, there will be no good serfs."
"So, now that the fleet has set sail again, I should be able to buy good serfs, right? The Iron and Steel Ridge Kingdom is at war with the Eagle Kingdom. Father and the others have also gone to the battlefield. "
Franck's eyes moved: "You still want to continue the serf trade … Oh, yes, the seafood market has brought you a lot of gold coins."
"Mr. Franck is well aware of the earnings of the seafood market, isn't it?" Liszt did not complain about being poor. After all, the other party had been helping Levis collect dividends, "I will gather a sum of gold coins as soon as possible. I hope that the fleet can bring me another batch of serfs."
"There should be no problem. The Tulip fleet always goes to sea to do business. Now that the war has begun, the serf business is easier to do. So, how many serfs are you going to buy? "
"One thousand, including two hundred craftsmen."
"A thousand serfs, according to the market price, cost 240 gold coins."
"In the past, the serf business was not good, so I could accept the higher price. But now, during the war, serfs are still so expensive. I can't accept it, Mr. Frank."
"Regardless of war or not, the serf business is always full of risks …"
After a round of bargaining.
In the end, the price was set at 210 gold coins.
Liszt took out the gold coins that he had saved up during this period of time, as well as the money from moving the caravan, and handed them to Frankl. The smile on Liszt's face was no longer as gentle as before. He would have to live in poverty for a period of time, and the feeling of his empty wallet was unbearable, especially after he had gotten used to spending lavishly.
…
He refused Frank's invitation to have lunch with him on the pretext of 'Little Shirley really wants to see you'. Instead, he had lunch in Madam Penelope's castle.
Lady Mary of Tulip Castle also sent a servant to invite him, but he did not go. He was not familiar with Lady Mary. Lvera also stayed here. At the table, she kept asking Liszt: "Your Flyingdust Dog has grown so big, give it to me, how much gold coins do you want!"
What an international joke.
Although Dosen did not release magic, and others did not know its abilities, they could tell that it was extraordinary just by looking at its body.
This could not be measured with gold coins!
Liszt responded very coldly: "Dear sister, the first person Dosen sees when it opens its eyes is me, and it recognizes no one but me. Even if you use dragon coins, it will not be recognized. Give up this stupid idea. "
Hearing the word 'stupid', Lvera's face became gloomy: "You are becoming more and more arrogant, you even dare to disobey your sister's words."
With a knife in his left hand and a fork in his right, Liszt calmly cut the steak: "I am just telling you a fact, please remain rational."
Madam Penelope seemed to appreciate Liszt's current domineering transformation, and she rarely spoke up for him: "Lvera, please eat like a lady, don't always think about snatching something from Liszt's hands. If you want, you can choose a suitable husband from among so many outstanding nobles, and he can satisfy everything you want. "
"Grandmother, you don't love me at all now."
"You have all grown up, my little girls, and boys. Grandmother is about to go senile. I only hope that you three siblings can live in harmony, take care of Lytton, and let the bloodline of the Tulip family flourish."
The lunch was not very harmonious.
After the meal, Lvera angrily pulled out her sword and stood in front of Liszt: "Fight with me like a warrior, I want to prove that you are still the cowardly Liszt!"
Not waiting for Liszt to respond.
Dosen, who was lying lazily on the side, suddenly broke away from Tom and rushed towards Lvera. His momentum was like a tiger going down the mountain, roaring in a low voice and stirring up a gust of wind.
At that moment, cold sweat instantly dripped from Lvera's face.
She felt herself being shrouded by a strong murderous intent.
It was a kind of murderous intent that could only be experienced in the face of an irresistible force and when one's life was at stake. Just like when she was seven years old, she used a whip to whip a wild horse, and the wild horse fiercely rushed towards her and opened its mouth to bite her. The difference was that she was now an Earth Knight, and similarly powerless to resist.
"Come back, Dosen!"
Liszt gave an indifferent command, and the charging Dosen suddenly braked, no longer rushing forward. But the Khorium Ore dog's eyes still flickered with a fierce glint as it fiercely stared at Lvera, as if it would pounce on her at any time and swallow her whole.
"It is the World of Warcraft of the Thorns Ridge. Although it has recognized me as its master, its ferocity is not that easy to get rid of. Sorry for scaring you, I still have something to do, I have an appointment. Dear sister, let's talk next time. "
With that, he smiled.
Holding Dosen's hand, he left the castle.
Lvera's complexion was ashen. She foolishly stood in place and didn't continue to put on a brave front. Just now, when Dosen pounced on her, she was really scared. After all, she was just a flower in a greenhouse.
On the castle's balcony, Madam Penélope was watering her new black nightshade with a kettle. No doubt, she clearly saw the scene that happened at the castle's entrance.
She just muttered: "That's right. A girl should act like a girl, and a boy should act like a boy. Melissa and Mary, these two bitches, are not lacking in childbearing skills. "
… …
Liszt didn't fool Lvera.
He indeed had an appointment, or rather, he needed to find someone.
He went straight to a small town near the Coral City. Looking at the dilapidated appearance of the town, he frowned slightly: "Röhm, is it here?"
"Sir, it's here, Moss Town. I have been to this town before." Röhm Winebarrel replied.
"Whose fief is this town?"
"It used to be a Baron's fief. Later, it went bankrupt and was taken back by Sir Count. It has never been given out."
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