A sharp iron plough pierced into the soil, and then the hard earth was turned into soft patches, and small insects emerged from under the dirt and were exposed, and several hungry birds flew up and devoured the insects with their long beaks.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey." With the sound of the trumpet, several serfs shouted slogans and pulled the plough over the land, and Glynton lacked livestock to cultivate, so it was mainly human power that was used to plough the land.

Bruce stood next to the field and watched the serfs work, he squatted down and grabbed a handful of dirt and sniffed it, the aroma of the land made him feel much happier, after turning the land is the seed, Bruce taught the serfs how to choose high-quality seed methods, eliminate the seeds that are not full, although the serfs are very strange about Bruce's methods, but no one dares to question Bruce.

"My lord, the pigsty has been built." The blacksmith father and son ran to Bruce's side, wiped the sweat from their heads with their sleeves, and said loudly to Bruce.

"Good." Bruce nodded, medieval pigs resembled semi-domesticated wild boars, and serfs usually herded these wild boars, but Bruce decided to change this inefficient method, and he had the serfs build pigsty with stones and centralize the management of the pig barn.

Next to the pig house is a chicken shed made of hay, this kind of overhead chicken coop is also rare in the Middle Ages, but it is conducive to collecting chicken manure, and these fermented chicken manure can also become pig feed, and the chicken coop is also easy to let the hen out of eggs, don't underestimate eggs, in this era is the main source of nutrition.

"This little lord really seems to be developing Grinton." Elder Warren was with Huntress Eve and the Mad Friar, and they watched Bruce go about his business.

"Yes, after all, this is his own fiefdom." Eve shrugged her shoulders and said.

"Even if it's a lord who really thinks about Greenton, it's not necessarily a good thing for us." Elder Warren shook his head, the mark of rebellion on their bodies was too distinct, and the imperial royal family would not let such a group of people have a good time.

"Damn damned, damn you, damn me, bastard." The mad monk picked up a leather bag full of inferior liquor and grumbled as he poured it into his mouth desperately.

"Elder, do you think it's possible to convince him to help Master Christopher?" Suddenly, Eve the Huntress said to everyone.

"Ha, don't be naïve, Christopher is that man's child, but the Locke family betrayed that man." The mad monk listened to the words of the huntress Eve, and snorted the wine out of his mouth, laughing at the whimsical words of the huntress Eve.

"Eve, have you forgotten the rules?" Elder Warren also became serious, his seemingly cloudy eyes looked at Eve but they were very sharp, and in an instant he changed from an old man who looked old to a majestic person, and Eve quickly lowered his head.

"I'm sorry Elder."

"What has Christopher-sama been up to lately?" Elder Warren withdrew his sharp gaze, and he turned to the mad monk and asked.

"He, he was recently in the court of a duke in the kingdom of Blue, and the news of his last correspondence was that he had traveled to the county of Cody." The mad monk spoke to Elder Warren, pulling out a small roll of parchment fragments from his dirty sleeve.

"Tsk, Kodi County is within the territory of Kodiber, although it is still an independent country, but it is too close to the border of the Empire, what is he going to do?" Elder Warren was taken aback when he heard this, and he hurriedly asked.

"I seem to understand what Master Christopher is thinking." At this time, the huntress Eve suddenly realized.

Eve told the elders about the many robbers she encountered in the Grey Forest on her way back from accompanying Bruce to the bishopric, and told Countess Randall that there was a famine in the empire and that many serfs had fled the territory and had become robbers.

"Inciting a serf uprising? Absurd. Elder Warren shook his head, those rabble can't make the climate at all, only the nobility is the key to rule, and those warlords who control the land and property, and gather strong soldiers in their hands, can only fulfill their long-standing wishes.

"Master Christopher has a mind of his own, maybe we're old, aren't we?" The mad monk stepped forward and patted Elder Warren on the back, who was still drunk there.

"Tsk." Elder Warren's head shook like a rattle, and he sighed, the adult grew bigger and bigger, and gradually became unwilling to listen to the nagging of a group of old fellows.

While Elder Warren and the others were talking, Bruce was covered in mud and trampling in the mud pool, and he was digging the pond with several other serfs, and Anne, Mavis, and Edward stood next to the pond and laughed, because Bruce's movements were too clumsy.

"My lord, let the serfs do this job!" Anne said to Bruce distressed and worried.

"It's not going to work, they don't know how to dig drains, but I happen to have experience with that." Bruce didn't care, he was no stranger to farm work.

"Honorable lord, you are a noble nobleman, and this is very indecent." Edward stood on the bank of the pond and said with an aristocratic demeanor.

"Hmph." Seeing Edward's pretend, Mavis snorted coldly, she took a step back and stood behind Edward, Anne looked at her in surprise, but Mavis winked at Annie, and then flew up and kicked Edward's ass.

"Ahhh Edward was kicked into the mud by Mavis, who screamed and flew into the mud, his white liner and linen pants instantly turning mud color.

"Hahahaha." Looking at Edward screaming and fluttering in the mud pool, including Bruce and the others, they all laughed, and even the working serfs laughed when they saw it, and the laughter fluttered far in the sky.

Warren the Elder and Eve the Huntress looked over when they heard the laughter, and were surprised to see Bruce covered in mud and the villagers laughing loudly, a situation they had never seen before, and a noble lord mingled with the serfs, and there seemed to be no class division between them.

"Poof." Huntress Eve couldn't help but laugh out loud, she seemed to be laughing so much lately that even Elder Warren and the Mad Monk had noticed.

"What a wonderful lord." Elder Warren looked at Bruce with a complicated look in his eyes, if it weren't for Glinton, then Bruce would really be a good lord, but unfortunately this is Glinton, a place that will never be peaceful in the empire.