On the second day after returning to the castle, the 476 serfs camped in the wild for the night arrived at Flower Town. After eating a few full meals, the serfs' complexions were still very poor, but at least in terms of spirit, there was a great improvement.
In the afternoon.
The sun was setting in the west, and all the serfs lined up on the main road of Flower Town, waiting quietly.
Riding on Blackdragon, Liszt, surrounded by the Knight squad, came to the front of the procession. Thomas held Tremblingwoods by the hand and followed his every step. Now, he would bring Tremblingwoods along whenever he went out — it was quite an interesting scene of a man taking advantage of a dog's power.
"Sir, the quality of this batch of serfs … is very poor." Markus glanced at them and frowned.
"There are indeed very few able-bodied serfs, but there are a lot of children. They can be trained well and become Knight candidates in the future." Liszt said simply.
While talking, Gort came over to greet him, "Sir, the serfs have finally arrived at Flower Town, and none of them got lost."
"Well done. Forget about the losses at sea, I don't want them to suffer any more losses on Coral Island."
"So, Sir, should we start arranging for them to kneel and pledge their loyalty to you?"
"Yes."
When serfs saw the lord, they needed to pledge their loyalty, which was a form of selling themselves as a slave.
When Old Grandet received Gort's instructions, he immediately faced the serfs and shouted in Wind Language, "Lowly serfs, the great bloodline of the Tulip family, the Lord of Flower Town, is standing in front of you. Now, kneel and pledge your loyalty to Sir Lord!"
In an instant.
The serfs knelt on the ground and shouted in the newly learned Serpentine, "Sir Lord!"
It was not neat, but the voice was loud.
The shouts of nearly five hundred people, even if they were just a group of ragged, tall and short, emaciated, old and weak serfs, still had a bit of momentum.
Liszt was already accustomed to such a scene. In the Flower Town, people kowtowing to him happened every day. Therefore, he just looked at the group of serfs with a smile on his face. The serfs kneeling on the ground buried their heads deep in the ground, not daring to look directly at their future master.
After a while.
Liszt, who had prepared his lines, opened his mouth: "I accept your loyalty. From now on, you have become a part of the Flower Town. Work hard for me, and you will receive my protection and live a stable life." After saying that, he looked at Old Grandet, who acted as the translator.
Old Grandet understood and translated: "Sir Lord has accepted your loyalty. Sir Lord has told you that from now on, you will become a part of the Flower Town and work hard for Sir Lord. Then you will get Sir Lord's protection and live a stable life in the Flower Town, understand?"
"Understood."
"Yes."
"Thank you, my lord."
"I will work hard."
The serfs responded sparsely. Many of them still didn't know what to say and just knelt.
Seeing this, Liszt said, "Old Grandet, let them rise."
So it was.
The short serf reception ceremony came to an end.
Liszt didn't stop and returned to the castle. Markus continued to lead the Knight squad back to the thorns woods to guard the logging team. Gort and the other officials started to get busy. They had to arrange the lives and jobs of the 476 serfs in a short time.
Fortunately, many wooden houses had already been built in the fief and the settlements.
There were also many wooden houses in the unfinished commercial district, workshop district, and residential district that could provide temporary residences.
There was no shortage of food. There might not be much bread and vegetables, but there was enough seafood. Even if there wasn't enough, the oyster settlement's fishermen would have enough to go to the sea a few more times.
"We need to complete the distribution of serfs as soon as possible. The autumn harvest is coming." Gort said loudly.
"The census of resources has yet to be completed. There are too many serf women, children, and the elderly. The original arrangement plan is no longer suitable. We need to make adjustments." Isaiah responded.
Blair watched as the serfs squeezed into the wooden houses and prepared to spend the night. He said with a smile, "Children and breastfeeding women should be put aside for the time being. As for the other serfs who can work, it would be better to send them to the Thorns Ridge to carry timber, carry stones, and be responsible for repairing roads. "
Gort interrupted, "This is not a responsible distribution plan."
"What I mean is that we should not make arrangements for the time being. We should wait until the census of resources is completed before making overall arrangements."
"Well, this is also a good idea. It is indeed difficult to make arrangements in a short time, but we can't keep them in vain. We can just send them to the logging team."
… …
At the banquet, Gort conveyed Blair's suggestion to Liszt.
Liszt approved of it and added, "Arrange for craftsmen to do some light work as much as possible. Don't arrange for the weak or sick serfs to do any work. Let them rest well." Among the serfs, he valued craftsmen the most.
Craftsmen's skills were the world's technology and an indispensable part of a prosperous fief.
Suddenly, he thought of something and said, "You should rest a little later tonight. First, make a list of craftsmen, especially what skills they have mastered. I will have the castle's servants help me record it. I hope to see them tomorrow morning."
Nowadays, Liszt's words were law in the Flower Town.
The next morning, after he got up and walked the dog, a thick bast paper list was placed on the dining table. After taking a bath and changing into loose clothes, he sat at the dining table, ready to enjoy breakfast.
It was time for Carter to order the footman to bring breakfast.
A cup of fragrant fresh milk, a pineapple bun and milk flavored bread, a fried egg, a large piece of fried World of Warcraft meat, a vegetable salad, and a few fruits.
This was his standard breakfast.
It was worth at least a dozen silver coins, especially the World of Warcraft meat, which was very valuable.
But who told him to be rich recently? As the Coral Island's invisible tycoon, he didn't want to be wronged. It had never been his style to work hard and live simply. If he could enjoy it, then he would.
He picked up the milk and took a big gulp.
"The castle's milk is still better. I feel that the Flower Town's climate and environment are definitely suitable for raising cows." He licked the milk foam at the corner of his lips and made his own judgment.
"Sherlock has already bought three calves. Now that the pasture is occupied by horses, it is impossible to raise more cows, Master."
Liszt said firmly: "Once the Thorns Ridge is developed, the dairy farm will definitely expand, at least double in size. I want to raise more cows!"
Because the milk tea was getting better and better, he had specially investigated the dairy farm. He didn't find any reason for the improvement in the quality of the milk produced by the cows. At least, it wasn't due to the fact that the cows had entered pregnancy and compared to the milk of the cows outside. He could clearly feel the difference in the taste of the milk.
The milk of the Flower Town's dairy farm was not only fragrant, but also more refreshing.
Later, Liszt speculated that it might be due to feeding them a new breed of corn grass. As a result, after feeding them separately, he found that it had nothing to do with corn grass. Therefore, he believed that the Flower Town's climate was suitable for raising cows.
He took a bite of the pineapple bun.
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