After lunch, Liszt said to Gort: "There is a peasant family in the tomato settlement called John Shoulderpole. The tomatoes in his field are big and good. Come with me to see if there are any interesting factors."
Gort was baffled: "Liszt, how do you know?"
"Pay attention and listen to what others say. Teacher Gort, a qualified lord cannot be ignorant and ill-informed about the territory. He must pay attention to all aspects."
"Alright."
Gort still couldn't figure out why Liszt knew about the matters in the fief while he didn't. Perhaps Liszt had arranged inspectors in the fief?
He thought of the mysterious actions in the morning as well as the tunnel excavation.
He felt that he had to work seriously. His every move would certainly fall into Liszt's eyes.
This was not a good sign, as it meant that he could lose the lord's trust at any time.
… …
"Sir Lord, this is John Shoulderpole." The clerk pointed to a slow serf and said.
John Shoulderpole hurriedly took his wife and children and knelt before Liszt: "Sir Lord." At the same time, he was nervous, not knowing why the lord was looking for him.
If it was the former tax Knight looking for him, he would probably have pissed his pants. Being looked for by an aristocrat was definitely not a good thing. However, Liszt had a good reputation after coming to the Flower Town, so John was just nervous.
Sure enough.
The Flower Town's lord smiled gently at him: "Don't be nervous, John. I heard that your family grows the best tomatoes, is that right?"
"Sir Overlord, yes."
"Do you know why it is the best?"
"I don't know, Sir Lord. However, this season, my family's tomatoes are getting better and better. The fief's freedmen like to buy tomatoes from my family. Even Sir Lord's castle's Mrs. Abby praised my family's tomatoes as the best. "Said John proudly.
There was no praise more pleasing to the serfs than receiving the castle's affirmation.
Liszt avoided the following questions and said directly: "In that case, take me to your family's tomato field."
Following John Shoulderpole, the group quickly arrived at the tomato settlement's large tomato fields. Tomatoes were not planted in large areas like wheat, but rather, they were divided into small fields. The tomato field assigned to John's family was located in the center of the tomato settlement. It was obvious that the growth was better than the other families' fields.
Of course, no matter who planted the field, it was still Liszt's field.
"Sir Lord, this is my family's tomato." John beamed with joy when he mentioned his tomato field. "The town officials taught us how to farm. Every day, I dig pond mud and collect manure to fertilize them. They're growing better and better."
The eggplant sprouts in the field were very sturdy and did not look like they were breeding sprite worms.
However, the Liszt of today had his own ways of distinguishing between them.
He quickly cast Magic Eyes and stared at the tomato field. Soon, he found that one of the tomato seedlings had a faint turquoise magic power flowing around it. It was undoubtedly a worm stalk.
"I think I've figured it out." Liszt dispersed his Magic Eyes and turned to Gort, saying, "This is a sign of a sprite worm's gestation. Teacher Gort, you have work to do. Protect John's tomato seedlings, especially this one, it will be a worm stalk. "
"Oh, heavens, is this true? Is the town going to give birth to another sprite worm?" Gort exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Sir Baron, the glory of the Knight loves you. The Flower Town is rising! Please rest assured, I will definitely protect this cute little fellow and let it gestation in peace. "
Markus, who followed him, exclaimed in surprise: "To breed two sprite worms in such a short time, Sir, you are indeed the glory of the Knight loves you!"
He felt that it was worth it to pledge loyalty to his follower.
All the signs showed that Liszt was by no means an ordinary lesser aristocrat. His temperament, his way of thinking, as well as his luck, all made clear.
In particular, luck – sometimes, luck was more important than strength.
Liszt smiled slightly. With the smoke mission, there was no need to worry about the lack of surprises. Liszt remained calm and announced in a gentle tone: "The tomato sprite worm is about to be born. Its existence will bring a better future to the tomato settlement. In order to reward John Shoulderpole for his careful care, I have decided to give him a Nalda. "
"What a lucky serf."
Gort was not without jealousy. With his salary of 10 copper coins a day, it would take him more than three months to save 1 gold coin – if he did not buy alcohol or eat meat.
… …
"Sprite worm?"
"1 Nalda?"
"Sir Lord rewarded me with 1 Nalda?"
Even after Liszt left with his people, John was still in a daze, as if he was dreaming. I planted tomatoes, and after planting them, I got a gold coin? It should be known that serfs could not save a silver coin after planting crops for a year. They might not even see a Nalda in their entire lives, yet I got one.
"Dad, Dad, show me a Nalda. Wow, I have never seen a Nalda before!" His eight-year-old son shouted, trying to snatch the gold coin from his hand.
John came to his senses. He grabbed the gold coin and glared at his son: "Step aside! Do you think you can touch a Nalda?!"
He looked at his wife and stretched out his trembling hand: "Annie, look, a Nalda was given to me by the Lord! We are rich! We have a Nalda! "
Annie was also trembling, saying excitedly: "Oh heavens, John, is this true? Am I not dreaming?"
"You are not dreaming, I am not dreaming either. This is true! Sir Lord personally gave it to me! Annie, we are rich! "
"Oh haha, oh haha, our family is rich!" His four-year-old daughter clapped her hands and cheered.
"Dad, show me a Nalda!" His son was still asking for money.
John didn't pay attention to his son. He only cared about looking forward to the future with his wife: "Thank the heavens, thank the Knight's glory for looking after Sir Lord. With Sir Lord, our Flower Town will get richer and richer."
Annie took the Nalda and carefully played with it in the palm of her hand. A gentle expression rippled on her unsightly square face: "John, we can use the Nalda to exchange for freedman status!"
"Exchange for freedman status?" John shook his head, "I don't want to exchange."
"Why? Haven't you always wanted to become a freedman, leave the Flower Town, and live in another town? "
"That's because in the Flower Town, we will never have enough to eat. But Annie, now? We have seafood, very cheap seafood. One copper coin can buy a lot of clams. Look at Carl and Lucy, they have put on weight! It is Sir Lord's grace that we can eat our fill in the Flower Town. This Nalda is also Sir Lord's grace! "
He said in a scorching tone of a fanatic: "I believe that Sir Lord will make the Flower Town better and better. I want to farm for Sir Lord for the rest of my life! Annie, will you support me? "
"You are the head of the family, John, so you can make the decision. Besides, I am used to life in the Flower Town." Annie responded with a smile, "I will go prepare dinner. How about we eat white bread tonight?"
"Haha, of course. I miss the soft, fragrant, and sweet white bread on our wedding anniversary."
The youngest daughter clapped her hands and laughed: "Oh, oh, oh, let's eat white bread tonight!"
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
