"Big Lily, where is Little Lily?"
"What's the matter, Old Abel? Little Lily is feeding the chickens in the yard." Big Jasmine was a middle-aged woman with a stooped back from years of hard work.
A bright smile appeared on Old Abel's wrinkled face: "It's good news. Sir Lord's castle is recruiting new servants. I heard from Mr. Butler Carter that he wants to recruit three servingmen, a maid, and a kitchen maid. Big Lily, Little Lily can apply for the position of maid. "
"Really? Sir Lord really wants to recruit a new maid? Is this true? That's great!" Big Lily ran into the house. "I'm going to tell Little Lily."
"Hurry up, hurry up." By the time Old Abel finished speaking, Big Jasmine had already disappeared. He shook his head with a smile and muttered, "I have to go back and tell everyone the good news. In the castle, they can drink milk every day. What a wonderful life. The children are blessed."
Soon, all 48 serfs in the barley settlement learned of the news.
"This is really good news. I was complaining that Malfoy had no more fields to farm and could only open up wastelands. He is strong, diligent and capable. Apart from eating a lot, he can definitely do a good job as a servingman. "
"That's not necessarily true. Parker is more diligent and polite. I think he will definitely be able to apply."
"Is the news true? Sir Lord will recruit servants from the countryside?"
"It was Old Abel who said it. He has been forging tools for Sir Lord in the blacksmith shop for the past few days. How could his words be false?"
"Old Abel has good craftsmanship, but can he still lift the hammer?"
"He doesn't need to do it himself. Sir Lord will arrange for an apprentice to hit the hammer. Remember the lame Peter? He went to the blacksmith shop to be an apprentice. Sir Lord pays him a copper coin a day! "
"Isn't the blacksmith shop owned by the old drunkard?"
"The old drunkard has long sold the blacksmith shop to Sir Lord. Hoho, he sold it for three Naldas!"
"Three Naldas! My God, Sir Lord is so generous!"
Good news was always like a bird with wings, quickly flying past everyone's ears.
Little Lily, who was feeding the chickens in the yard, was so excited that her face turned red. "Mom, I … Can I really apply to be a maid?"
"Old Abel brought the news. He wouldn't lie. Little Lily, you need to prepare well. As long as you can enter the castle, you will be able to live a good life." Big Lily said with joy.
"But … will Sir Lord choose me?"
"Have some confidence in yourself, Little Lily. You're the most outstanding girl in the barley settlement. You're hardworking and capable. You're my pride. Of course, you can take a step back. Sir Lord wants to recruit a maid and a kitchen maid. You can apply for the position of a kitchen maid. You're the cleanest in washing vegetables. "
"Yes, I know what to do, Mom." Little Lily's eyes flashed with determination.
In order to have a good life in the future, she must show enough excellence to apply to be a maid in the castle. Without a father, her mother had to support her and her two younger brothers. Their lives were very poor. She had already grown up and had to share the burden of the family. The seventeen-year-old girl secretly clenched her fists.
… …
In the blacksmith shop, Liszt watched several old blacksmiths and apprentices busily forge iron ingots.
Liszt took out the iron ingots he obtained from the Black Tulip Assimilation trade and used them to forge farming tools. The first to forge was the fishermen's equipment.
Shovels, hammers, and awls. With these three kinds of equipment, the fishermen could harvest seafood.
The seafood resources on the Flower Town's East Coast had not been exploited, nor had they suffered any pollution. The abundant shellfish and crabs could be easily caught without much skill.
"Teacher Gort, has the selection of the fishermen started?" Liszt took the handkerchief handed over by Markus and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He was already accustomed to being served by a valet. As long as there was no physical contact, it was still very enjoyable to have someone serve him tea.
Gort could only take out his handkerchief and wipe his sweat: "Your request has been conveyed. The clerks are doing publicity in each settlement. The fishermen only accept the elderly, women, and some children who have not yet grown up. "
"That's right. Gathering the sea does not require too much physical strength, it only requires patience. It is a reasonable allocation of human resources to let the farmers who are not very efficient in farming gather the sea. However, you must do a good job in publicizing that poisoned seafood cannot be touched and raw seafood cannot be eaten. "
The medical and hygienic means of this world were extremely underdeveloped.
Aristocrats cultivated qi and rarely got sick, so they had no motivation to study medicine. Liszt also did not understand medicine. All he could do was to make his subjects focus on prevention – hygiene, drinking boiled water, and eating cooked food.
"It is their luck to have met you, Liszt. You have a unique charm." Gort flattered.
Ordinary young aristocrats would probably become complacent after being flattered a few words. Liszt had the soul of an adult and his three views had long been mature. It was impossible for him to be blinded by a few words. He just instructed: "Do not stop the forging of ironware, but do not let the blacksmiths tire themselves out. Adjust their wages from 5 copper coins to 6 copper coins, and the apprentices to 2 copper coins."
Apprentices who did odd jobs were paid 1 copper coin a day.
Masters who handled hammers were paid 5 copper coins a day.
This was the wage that Liszt had previously offered. Relatively speaking, it was quite high. Nowadays, the rich and overbearing Baron disdained exploiting the commoners for a few copper coins.
It should be noted that the Redblood Sword at his waist was worth one or two thousand gold coins.
That was more than a hundred thousand silver coins, or more than ten million copper coins.
Besides, the entire Flower Town was his. His subjects being rich was no different from him being rich. He could adjust the tax rate at will and collect taxes however he wanted.
"6 copper coins a day, oh, what a lucky blacksmith." Gort muttered.
Then he walked into the blacksmiths' forging room and shouted: "Mr. Blacksmiths, Sir Lord has just decided to increase your wages from 5 copper coins a day to 6 copper coins a day. Apprentices can also get 2 copper coins a day. Work hard, Sir Lord's generosity is not something you can imagine! "
"Wow!"
"6 copper coins a day?"
"Long live Sir Lord!"
"Praise Sir Lord! Old Jack will forge ironware for Sir Lord for the rest of his life!"
"Apprentices can also get 2 copper coins a day. Heavens, my mom and dad will be so happy."
The smithy was filled with laughter and the complaints about the stuffy heat dissipated. Everyone was working hard to repay the generous Sir Lord Liszt.
Hearing the cheers inside, Liszt shook his head.
He might be benevolent and unwilling to squeeze the serf class, but he also used a little profit to drive the serfs' production efficiency. Compared to squeezing, he preferred to create, rationally allocate production resources, and vigorously improve work efficiency, so as to make perfect use of the town's population of less than 2,000.
"Master, are you going back?"
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