"I've never heard of this method, but it's worth a try." Elder Warren pondered for a moment after hearing this, and Bruce told him to raise chickens intensively, and then feed the pigs with chicken manure, and the pigs' manure was sprinkled into the fish pond to feed the fish, and the mud pond in the fish pond was fished up and piled up in the field to enrich the farmland.

"But my lord, I'm afraid it will be a bit of a problem to collect pig manure." Elder Warren asks Bruce a question, and it seems to be quite tricky.

"Hmph, hum~~."

Bruce listens to the snorting of pigs, and Warren leads him to the pigherd's swineherd, but this "pigsty" is a little different from what Bruce imagined.

"This is where you put your pigs?" Bross pointed to the grove in front of him and asked the swineherd and elder Warren in a straw hat and smiling respectfully.

"Yes, my lord." The swineherd took off his hat and showed his yellow teeth, trying to keep a smile as good as he could.

"Isn't this stocking? By the way, and your pigs, this is a wild boar! Bruce saw a pig in the woods with a hard mane and two sharp fangs coming out of its mouth.

"My lord, all pigs look like this." Elder Warren explained to Bruce in surprise, and at the same time sighed secretly in his heart, it seems that this noble child really does not understand the suffering of the world, and all the pork and ham that nobles like to eat are made from the meat of this semi-domesticated pig.

"it." Bruce opened his mouth, he didn't expect that medieval pigs were not at all the same as the big white pigs of the Celestial Empire, and medieval pigs were generally free-range in the forest, and these semi-domesticated pigs would find hazelnuts, nuts and other food on their own, and when they were to be slaughtered, it was usually a hunt for the whole village.

"No, we have to put a pigsty around and put all the pigs in the enclosure." Bruce decided to change this extensive animal husbandry, he commanded Elder Warren.

"Yes, my lord." Warren the Elder had no choice but to promise that Bruce, the lord, had supreme power over the land and the serfs.

"Oh, by the way, Warren, there's one more thing I need to ask you."

Just as Warren was about to return to the village to gather his men, Bruce stopped him, a little embarrassed and asked.

"My lord, what else do you have to order?" Warren hurriedly bent down and bowed and asked.

"Uh, what do you use to wipe your butts when you shit?" Bruce leaned into Warren's ear and asked.

In the woods, Bruce crouched in the grass with his big white butt pouted, his face was blue, and he muttered curses about this damn era, missing the rolls of soft toilet paper countless times in the future.

"I have to invent straw paper when I have time, this stick really hurts to wipe my ass." Bruce looked at the stick in his hand with tears in his eyes, the medieval people actually used a stick to wipe their butts, and their chrysanthemums really suffered, and his Bruce memory remembered that the nobles in Locke Manor used a piece of hemp rope.

Chrysanthemum's pain once again reminds Bruce that he must work hard to develop the productivity of his territory, and finally wiped the feces off Chrysanthemum with a stick, Bruce endured the hot pain and got up and lifted his pants.

"Hmph."

Suddenly, a pig snorted from behind Bruce, and Bruce turned around to see a pig with fangs glaring at him, ready to attack.

"Oh my god!" Bruce was sweating, if he had been arched, his stomach would have to be poked out by the sharp fangs, and he hurriedly fled, regretting in his heart why he had just untied the iron sword and gave it to Warren to hold, but who would have thought that pulling a poop would run into such danger.

"Hmph~~." The pig, on the other hand, chased after Bruce, snorting menacingly, as if he would not be willing to arch Bruce.

"Help, help~~." Bruce didn't care about the lord's dignity at this time, he shouted loudly, and ran through the woods in a panic.

"Your Lord." Warren and the Swineherd, who were waiting outside the woods, heard Bruce's cry for help and hurriedly chased after him, but they were getting farther and farther away from Bruce's cry for help.

The semi-domesticated pig chased after Bruce, who fled in terror through the woods, and the scenery on both sides gradually changed, and the originally lush trees became more and more sparse and yellow the further north they went.

"Plop~~, ahhhh Bruce panicked in dodging, stepped into a swamp covered with green duckweed, and realized that something was wrong, Bruce wanted to pull back, but it was too late, he only felt that he had stepped on a ball of soft cotton, and his body sank downward.

"Help, help~~." Bruce cried out for help, swinging his arms to swim back, but his feet couldn't move.

"It's over, I'm stepping on the swamp." Sweat broke out on Bruce's forehead, and he found himself in a swamp in horror, and his mind quickly searched for knowledge about the swamp, but he found that the knowledge only slowed him down at most.

Bruce was in a hurry, could he be the first traverser to die in the swamp, this is really embarrassing!

The mud welded Bruce's legs, and he saw a clump of weeds near his shore, and Bruce tried to reach out his finger to hook it, and with the effort, Bruce's finger hooked the weed.

"Whew." A sweat slid down Bruce's cheeks, and he saw hope that with the help of this weed, he would be able to get back to shore.

"Smack." But he finally grabbed the grass with two fingers, but when Bruce used a little force, the grass actually broke, and Bruce's heart sank when he saw the grass that fell into the swamp.

"No, no, I'm not going to die here." After the last straw was broken, Bruce's heart finally panicked, he swung his arms desperately to paddle to the shore, but the mud under his feet sank deeper and deeper, and the muddy water of the swamp gradually flooded his chest, and Bruce felt that it became difficult for him to take every breath he breathed in.

The lack of oxygen made his mind blur, and his vision gradually blurred, and the memories of car accidents, crossings, thunder and lightning, swords, axes, blood, and human heads falling to the ground were chaotically intertwined and swept like a storm.

"I, am I going to die? Will you go back if you die? There was only one thought left in Bruce's mind, and suddenly, a bright light shone into his eyes, and in the midst of the halo, Bruce was surprised to see a beautiful angel with blonde hair and a shawl, white wide sleeves, and a narrow waisted long skirt reaching out to him and holding his hand tightly.