Liszt enlisted the idle farmers on the dairy farm to cultivate the wasteland around the castle and cultivate alfalfa.
Originally, Gort's idea was that as the lord's serfs, they had to work unconditionally.
Liszt wasn't that exploitative, so he decided to take care of the farmers' three meals a day. Commoners generally only had two meals a day, so they rushed to work.
He distributed some of the extra wheat bran in the castle to the working farmers. Wheat bran was the removed skin of the wheat. Here, he only had fine wheat flour. Wheat bran was basically used to feed the horses, but commoners used it to eat. The wheat bran biscuit he fed to the horses was the food that many farmers ate.
"Speaking of which, the nutritional value of wheat bran is higher than that of wheat flour." Liszt remembered buying wheat bran biscuit in his previous life. The seller claimed that wheat bran was rich in dietary fiber and B vitamins, which could improve constipation and lower cholesterol. "However, wheat bran is really unpalatable and difficult to digest."
As an aristocrat, he didn't lack nutrition, so there was no need to force himself to eat coarse wheat bran.
Aristocrats naturally ate white bread.
Here, bread was the absolute staple food. According to different materials and taste, it could be divided into nine grades. There were four grades of white bread and five grades of black bread.
The highest grade of white bread was made from fine wheat flour that had been sifted and selected. Only great aristocrats had the financial, material and manpower to make this kind of white bread. The price of this kind of white bread was also astonishingly expensive. One piece cost at least several silver coins.
The second grade of white bread was made from fine wheat flour. Because the coarse particles were sifted out, it had a very delicate taste. Usually, one piece would sell for one silver coin.
The next grade of white bread was made from fine wheat flour that had not been sifted and had a slightly worse taste. One silver coin could buy two or three pieces.
The lowest grade of white bread was made from coarse wheat flour. It was simply processed and had a slightly worse taste. One could buy one piece for ten copper coins. The white bread that Liszt currently ate was of this grade. The white bread eaten in Tulip Castle was of a higher grade.
Commoners ate black bread.
A few copper coins' worth of 'whole wheat bread without bran' could only be afforded by wealthy commoners. A copper coin's worth of 'whole wheat bread without bran' could only be afforded by ordinary freedmen. As for serfs, they mostly ate wheat flour without bran mixed with other flours to make 'mixed black bread', which could be bought for one copper coin.
The poorer serfs either ate the "grain black bread" made of peas and other grains ground into flour, or ate bran cakes made entirely of bran.
In addition, Liszt also knew of a type of black bread that was commonly made by civilians.
This kind of black bread, after fermentation, would become very, very hard. Commoners would cut it into slices and use it as plates or table legs.
It was said that some plates of black bread could be used for months.
"What an evil feudal society." Liszt sighed hypocritically and withdrew his thoughts. He had no intention of breaking the aristocratic system. One's position determined one's position. As a noble, he could enjoy the status bestowed upon him by the times, but he couldn't possibly pull himself down from his position.
Besides, it was very difficult to break. There were no dragons or sprites, so how could he break it?
"Master, do I need to bring Fierydragon over?" Thomas cautiously asked. He had always been so cautious in front of Liszt.
"No need. By the way, Thomas, how is Blackdragon in the stable? Did it throw a tantrum? "
"Master, your newly subdued big guy bullied Fierydragon last night. But this morning, Fierydragon can already eat grass next to it."
Liszt nodded. He wasn't surprised.
Two tigers couldn't live on the same mountain, unless one was a male and one was a female.
Blackdragon was a male and Fierydragon was a female, so it was natural for them to live in peace. Moreover, it was very likely that the first batch of Blackdragon's offspring would be produced by Fierydragon. Liszt didn't oppose it. Fierydragon was also a fine breed mixed with the low-level World of Warcraft's Fierydragon bloodline. Only by combining the strong could they produce better offspring.
He no longer paid attention to it.
Liszt began to practice the moves of the [Fluctuating Flames Fluctuations].
Generally, an Earth Knight wouldn't practice the next secret manual before being proficient in the qi secret manual that was most compatible with them. Liszt had a good perception and was still familiar with the [Fierydragon Drill], so he could practice the [Fluctuating Flames Fluctuations] at the same time. Different from the [Fierydragon Drill], the [Fluctuating Flames Fluctuations] focused on group battles.
Its moves often consisted of the sword sweeping a large area and the spear striking a large group.
Unknowingly, he was already immersed in cultivation. He was constantly releasing his fire-attributed qi, burning the surrounding air. Its might was unknown, but at least on the scene, it was powerful.
"Great Fire Wave!"
With a slash of his sword, flames shot in all directions.
He saw the butler Carter quickly walking towards him.
He couldn't help but retract his qi and ask: "Mr. Carter, what's the matter?"
"Master, Jesse just returned from cutting the grass outside and said he saw a caravan. I'm guessing that it might be Sir Count and Sir Baron's team. "
Liszt's spirit was roused: "They finally came. I'll have to trouble you two teachers to come over and welcome the caravan with me. I'll go take a bath and change my clothes first."
He hurriedly went upstairs to take a bath.
Before long, Markus and Gort arrived.
The castle was located on a slope and had a good line of sight. They could already see the Thorns Ridge in the distance, where the caravan was slowly approaching.
"Teacher Gort, remember to remind me to reorganize the patrol team. When the caravan arrived, no one gave me any hint. I only knew when my servant discovered it. "
"The patrol team is a bunch of bastards. You have to lend me your retainer Knight to train them."
"No problem." Liszt mounted his horse. He didn't ride Fierydragon, but rather rode his newly subdued Blackdragon, showing off, "Come with me to welcome the caravan. Father shouldn't come in person. The one following the Tulip Great Sprite might be my elder brother."
The three urged their horses forward to welcome them.
Carter busily called out to all the servants: "Keep your spirits up and remember to tidy up your clothes. Don't look dirty and lose Master's face! Jesse, I'm talking about you. Oh, heavens, there's mud on your pants. Are you going to make us unable to lift our heads? Quickly go back and change them! "
"Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Carter." The assistant manservant, the flaxen-haired Jesse Ricewater, hurriedly went back to his room to change his pants.
Carter shouted again: "Mrs. Morrison, inform Mrs. Abby to prepare desserts, tea, and snacks. Also, remember to prepare the ingredients and prepare the most sumptuous banquet. There will be people who need Master to personally entertain."
"Are you saying there will be aristocrats coming?"
"Of course there will be. You know that the Black Tulip is very important. The family's elves will come to assimilate it. Perhaps Young Master Levis will escort them, or perhaps Young Master Lytton. In any case, they are all important people. We can't lose Master's face, as well as Thomas's peers. "
Thomas's peers were also the valets of the various nobles.
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