The week was peaceful, and Massena came to the castle to report the news from the post office, which had already responded, and if nothing else they returned to the town three days later to help install the telegraph machine.

Because of the post office, many parts of Moravia knew about the arrival of a wealthy nobleman, although he was very young, but he was quite good to the citizens of the territory, and in the disaster only this lord gave enough food subsidies to the farmers below, and Ernst became famous for a while.

Council of the small Moravian town

"We can't continue to let him go on like this, I have left more than 30 young people in my territory in this week, and if it continues to develop, maybe I have only one way to go by selling my land."

"I'm the same way, the farmers in the territory are very dissatisfied with the rent I give, and they want to reduce the rent and get some disaster benefits, is this all a dream?"

"We have to find a solution as soon as possible, if we keep him tossing like this......"

There was chaos in the council, but the old man who was the leader did not speak, looking at the mess below, the old man knew in his heart that if these people could not calm down, then they would not be Ernst's opponents at all.

It's not that Ernst is so powerful, it's mainly that the identity is there, and the means they use against other people can't be applied to Ernst, and the only way to get Ernst to compromise or force him to leave is to start economically, but ...... Ernst was quite wealthy.

Knock knock!

The crutch hit the ground, and the council instantly fell silent, and the old man's influence in the council could also be seen from here. And seeing everyone's eyes looking over, the old man's half-squinted eyes opened instantly.

"Our Lord Count has made a war against us, and now that the war has begun, victory or defeat depends on our unity, what are you doing now? Quarrel, thinking of gaining more from this matter, and do not forget that your enemy is not all of you present, but the prince from Vienna, the count of Moravia! ”

The old man deliberately added an accent to the words Count Moravia, and sure enough...... With the old man's words, the nobles' attention finally returned to Ernst.

Although they were arguing just now, most of their minds were still telling about their losses, the purpose was very simple, it was nothing more than to force Ernst to get more benefits, and they didn't even think about whether this time the struggle could be won.

"Your Excellency Viscount Latislav, do you think that Lord Count has the power to contend with us?"

The ignorant words made the old man sneer, and the nobles present who accompanied his sneer also seemed to understand something, and their faces began to look difficult, especially the person who spoke.

Ladislav Berland, who inherited his uncle's viscount title and served as Speaker of the Moravian Parliament for thirty years, was the uncrowned king of Moravia!

Compared to other nobles, Ladislav Berland was quite a capable nobleman, he came from a declining aristocratic family, and his family also had the title of count, but unfortunately it was taken away by the rest of the family.

Originally thinking that his life would be hopeless with the same title, it was at this time that his cousin was preparing to inherit his uncle's title, and Ladislav Berland saw an opportunity to plan the unexpected death of his cousin, who had been taking care of him, and then spent all his wealth to buy off the old viscount's butler to obtain the right to inherit.

When he first arrived in Moravia, Ladislav Berland inherited only a small plot of land, and over the decades he became the largest landowner. That's right, a land bigger than the Moravian lord in the sense of the word Ernst.

Suppression, annexation, such a routine was used in the hands of Ladislav Beran is very terrifying, twenty years ago the entire Moravian aristocracy was still half of what it is now, and now it is ......

"We must be united, and only by driving this count out of here can we achieve true peace!"

The nobles agreed with Ladislav Boran's words of encouragement, but what he thought in his heart was not clear to others.

In fact, the Moravian aristocracy was no less hostile to Ladislav Berland than Ernst, but Ladislav Berland was so impressed that they were willing to offend Ernst rather than reject Ladislav Berland.

Ernst was naturally unclear about Moravia, he had already arrived in the town at this time, and today was the day when a group of pigs arrived, and Ernst wanted to participate in the event himself.

300 pigs, this is the second gift from Ernst to the citizens of the town, they will be rented to the citizens of the town on a loan basis, and they will be fed for free for one year, and the piglets born by the sows will be their own for the next three years.

It was the morning of November 20, 1900, and the grand welcome ceremony for the sow in the town of Ernst in Moravia was very lively.

The pigs with red satin were loaded and unloaded one by one, and Massena invited the driver and the lad from Moravia to the welcome banquet and to eat, while Bert was busy with hospitality, but Ernst was idle, wandering around.

Celebrations, especially those that do not cost their own money, have always been the most popular among citizens, and Ernst found such a welcome ceremony for the celebration banquet, where the food is eaten and the castle is served without limits.

Looking at the cheerful and happy townspeople, Ernst himself felt very happy, if he could help other people in his life, it would be a very happy thing.

Before I knew it, I came to the temporary pigsty site, where two middle-aged farmers with feeding experience were helping the pigs prepare feed, and a group of little ones were watching from the sidelines.

"Earl, Earl!"

Ernst's sudden visit made them very reserved, and in their eyes Ernst was superior, especially since he was not only a lord and count here, but also a royal family.

Smiling as he thought he was friendly, Ernst patted the nearest child on the shoulder and asked one of the two middle-aged farmers with a smile: "What are the celebrations here?" ”

Speaking of celebrations, Ernst actually asked about the local rules, such as what is the tradition of what to eat on the day of the month, and living in a multi-ethnic country like Austria-Hungary, similar things need to be noted.

"We didn't have a celebration in the past, we just had a rugby game before Christmas!"

"Rugby? How, do you like it? ”

Perhaps Ernst was the same age as them, but the teenagers did not have as much awe as the middle-aged ones, and after nodding in unison, one of them took the initiative to ask, "Do you know how to play rugby?" ”

"Am I...... Naturally will fight! ”

At this time, Ernst didn't want to admit defeat, even if he really hadn't played, when he saw the suspicious eyes in the eyes of the teenagers, including the middle-aged people, Ernst blushed slightly: "It's just not familiar, but I think I'll participate in the rugby game!" ”

Ernst's last sentence made the teenagers' eyes light up, could it be that the castle was also going to participate in this competition? In the past, it was my own people who beat my own people, and I didn't have any passion at all, but now I ...... The castle is barely an outsider!