By the time the convoy left Flower Town, the castle had regained its tranquility. Although there were a lot of plates, wine glasses, and other things that needed to be cleaned up, and the small garden outside the castle had been trampled out of shape by the Knight. However, Carter could organize the servants to slowly clean up all of this without any pressure.
There were fifteen servants in the castle, which was enough.
"Teacher Gort, the festival is about to end. We need to free ourselves from the festive atmosphere. The town's construction progress cannot be stopped. Continue to expand the logging and gravel teams, as well as the fence construction teams, and strive to open the passage as soon as possible. "
Gort still wanted to continue: "As you wish."
At this banquet, he was like a fish in water, talking and laughing with the count. He had not had such a good time in many years.
"Flower Town is in the limelight." He used such adjectives to describe today's luncheon. There was a dazzling array of seafood, as well as tongue-numbing ice cream.
However, Liszt had other ideas.
In the evening, he drank a glass of red wine with Carter alone: "Mr. Carter, I originally intended to show the impoverished side of Flower Town in exchange for assistance from Tulip Castle. However, I accidentally held a grand banquet with seafood, ice cream, and World of Warcraft meat. There is no reason to complain about being poor. "
Carter said with a smile: "My Lord, you have shown your elegant demeanor. Your performance at the banquet was admirable. If I were a Knight, I would probably stay in Flower Town and follow you."
Another meaning of aristocrats' flaunting their wealth 'was to show off their strength to attract followers.
Viscount Trik Blackgrass was attracted by the charm displayed by the count and became a follower. He helped the Tulip family, participated in the grand duchy's pioneering war, and eventually established the huge foundation of the Earl Of Coral Island.
"But no Knight stayed, did he?"
"I believe that the seeds have been sown, and maybe one day they will suddenly bloom."
"That's a very philosophical statement, Mr. Carter. Let's drink to that."
"Cheers, my Lord."
After moistening his throat with a mouthful of red wine, Liszt asked, "How much food did my father bring today?"
"I brought a lot of food, but most of it was used during the banquet. The leftovers were mainly beer and fine wheat flour. There were also some spices, anise, ginger, pepper, licorice, salt, and sugar."
"How much wheat flour and beer?"
"There are about 500 catties of fine wheat flour and 30 barrels of beer."
The fine wheat flour was obviously specially made for Liszt to make white bread. He was a little lost in thought. He could feel that the count still had fatherly feelings for him.
Some of the details could be shown.
For example, coming to the Flower Town to celebrate the festival was a sign of intimacy. If one really didn't care about Liszt, then there was no need to come to a remote town to celebrate the festival. During the banquet, she deliberately did not care about saltpeter, but it could be said that she was protecting him, especially when Madam Marie specifically mentioned that the saltpeter mine was worth developing.
Now, she had brought a lot more food for him.
"Could it be that the Count is also an upright person? This is a little troublesome. " Liszt was a little restless. If the Count's family did not care about him, then he could easily maintain a gentlemanly friendship and live his life leisurely.
What he feared the most was a familial entanglement.
Liszt did not know how to deal with it. Should he integrate into this familial affection according to his current identity, or should he maintain his personality and continue to keep his distance?
"Is this the fetters of familial affection? As long as one is human, one cannot escape this net."
After drinking the red wine, Liszt decided to stop thinking about this troublesome matter and let nature take its course. He did not take the initiative and did not refuse. He shook off his thoughts and asked, "Mr. Carter, have you delivered the seafood as a gift to Tulip Castle?"
"I have handed it over to Mr. Silva. They are all first-rate dried seafood."
"Very good. Courtesy demands reciprocity."
Liszt put down the wine glass.
Carter also drank the red wine, put away the two glasses, and bowed slightly: "Master, rest early. I wish you a good night. I will take my leave first."
"Good night, Mr. Carter. Sweet dreams."
… …
The next few days were monotonous and uneventful.
In addition to supervising the logging work, Liszt was also paying attention to another matter – the training of the fruit stealing monkeys.
At first, seven fruit stealing monkeys, who were not seriously injured, were caught alive and recovered. However, two of them were lame and could no longer climb trees.
The remaining five were given to the town's hunters for training.
Ropes, whips, and fruits were used together. Very soon, the unruly fruit stealing monkeys were tamed. They climbed trees and entered cages.
"Three female monkeys and four male monkeys. I believe that there will be ten fruit stealing monkeys in the second half of the year." Monkeys generally gave birth to two babies a year, but each one usually gave birth to one baby.
Liszt looked at the increasingly obedient fruit stealing monkeys and was very satisfied: "Without the destruction of the fruit stealing monkeys, this year's fragrant coconuts can ripen. I believe that after a month or two, we will be able to drink fresh and sweet coconut juice." Fragrant coconuts had no seasonal characteristics. Except for winter, they would bear fruit continuously in other seasons.
"The Coral City does not seem to have fragrant coconuts for sale. Perhaps, it will become a major specialty of the Flower Town. Unfortunately, it has not bred a fragrant coconut sprite worm."
While he was outlining the future of the fragrant coconut tree, the hunters had already begun to train the fruit stealing monkeys to pick the fruits.
The fake fruits were tied to branches for the fruit stealing monkeys to pick. If they picked the fruits, they would be rewarded with a peanut. If they didn't pick the fruits, they would be whipped. The fruit stealing monkeys could not run away due to the ropes tied around their necks. If they dared to run, they would be whipped.
"Remember, animals can also bear grudges and throw tantrums. As long as they work hard, don't whip them at will. If I find you whipping the fruit stealing monkeys for no reason, then I will whip you. "He emphasized with a serious expression. He did not want the fruit stealing monkeys to rebel in the future and smash a few fruit farmers to death.
"Sir Lord, please rest assured. We will not forget what you have instructed us to do." The part-time hunters understood that they would henceforth change from farmers to fruit farmers. They were all elated to use the fruit stealing monkeys for work.
If it was not for the sake of training, Liszt would be reluctant to whip them. For fruit farmers, the fruit stealing monkeys were like Knight's horses.
After saying goodbye to the fruit stealing monkeys, Liszt returned to the castle and called over the few merchants among the new serfs.
"Old Grandet, Sherlock, Harpagon, are you all merchants on the Smallkerchief Island?" Liszt repeated his question.
"Yes, Sir Lord."
"Is there a merchant on the Smallkerchief Island called Plushkin?"
Old Grandet replied: "Sir Lord, there are only the three of us who specialize in peddling small goods on the Smallkerchief Island. Moreover, I know the names of everyone in the city, but there is no one called Plushkin."
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