Compared to the small Moravian town, the situation in the small town is a little worse, but it has its own style. In this era, the image is poverty now, but if you put it in the 21st century, then it can be regarded as a scenic area.

A tavern, a grocery store, an outpatient room, these are the few stores in the town, and maybe a grain buying office, but that's not a store anymore, it's just a temporary office.

Massena was seen from a distance, and there was a middle-aged man who seemed to be honest beside him, and according to Bert's introduction to the town's management on the road, Ernst guessed that he should be the mayor of the town.

"Lord Earl......"

As soon as he stepped forward, Massena was about to say something, and the middle-aged mayor next to him was eager to try, but Massena was signaled to mute by Ernst as soon as he spoke.

Located on the upper part of the town, on the steps in front of the mayor's office, Ernst has a panoramic view of half of the town (the total area of the town is no more than 10,000 square meters).

"Thousands of acres of land, I have only a hundred tenants, and there is only one sheriff, one mayor, and one tax collector in this town, and only one tavern and a grocery store in industry and commerce, what do you want to say, Massena?"

Can you explain it at this time? The answer, of course, was no, and the only thing Massena could do was to remain silent, but his heart was happy because he had realized what Ernst wanted to do.

"You are the mayor of the town here, and I cannot remove you from office, but I want Massena to represent my interests in the town with full authority, do you have any opinions?"

Ernst was just a six-year-old child, but for some reason, he couldn't help but be a little nervous when he met the middle-aged mayor for the first time, and now when he heard this, the middle-aged mayor didn't dare to refuse.

"Massena!"

"Lord Earl!"

The justifiable Massena was naturally very happy at this time, and the mayor estimated that he would not be able to reach him for a while, but what did it matter? Everything here belongs to Ernst, he is the spokesperson of Ernst's interests in the town, and he has the final say in the transformation of the town and the expropriation of land?

"I've arranged for Bert to prepare for the post office, but it doesn't matter, I want to be able to use all but the area of vegetation that is intrinsic."

Only about 60 acres of 8,000 acres of land are actually cultivated, and of course there is a reason for the population, but the average of only 0.6 acres per person is also a testament to the laziness of the citizens of the town.

"This is impossible, we are seriously understaffed and lack the equipment and tools to reclaim the land......"

"£30,000, I'll give you £30,000, and I hope you'll be able to give me an affirmative answer in two weeks' time."

Ernst was very serious at this time, and seeing this result and Ernst's irrefutable appearance, he thought about Massena and finally agreed.

In fact, as long as you have money, everything is easy to say, buy some livestock and good equipment, recruit some wandering disaster victims, beggars, and reclaim hundreds of acres of land.

From the beginning to the end, Ernst didn't even say a word to the middle-aged mayor, and the middle-aged mayor's lines for the night were completely useless, which made him very depressed and couldn't help but want to leave this place of right and wrong.

The appointment of the mayor was naturally decided by the Moravian Council, which was in the hands of the nobles, and their attitude towards Ernst was obvious, so it was obvious that the middle-aged mayor would not have been so alienated from him.

Seeing that Massena agreed, Ernst chose to leave without even looking at the middle-aged mayor, and at this time, the middle-aged man finally couldn't help but speak.

Anyway, he was about to leave, and he was not afraid of offending Ernst: "Lord Earl, the Moravian local council has decreed that no small town can increase its population without permission, and it is against your ...... to do so."

"Local councils? The land is owned by Ernst Franz and not by some local council, and if they are not satisfied, they can come to me directly, although I do not necessarily meet them indirectly from time to time, after all, I am a noble count and they are just a bunch of inferior citizens who do not know where they came from. ”

Ernst's words were very sharp, his words were full of provocation and sarcasm, not to mention that those nobles and even Massena felt that Ernst's words were a bit excessive, but excessive was excessive, and Ernst's approach was undoubtedly correct from his standpoint.

Anyway, they are already on the opposite side, and it is good to provoke the other party at this time, after all, people are only easy to show their flaws when they are in a hurry.

"Also, the land here should not be purchased! If not, I hope you move out as soon as possible, and I'm going to open a bank here in a while. ”

At this time, the middle-aged mayor was depressed and wanted to vomit blood, and he didn't know if he could leave, but now even the office was taken back, and the word regret could no longer express Ernst's mood at this time.

He wanted to say something, but Ernst had already left, and the middle-aged mayor had no choice but to look at Massena, who had been working with him for a while. However, Massena chose to ignore the middle-aged mayor's gaze, and then turned away.

A hint of yin poison flashed on the middle-aged mayor's face, but it quickly disappeared as he saw an old man with pigtails looking at him with a smile.

The smile was very kind, but there was a hint of coldness in it, recalling the information he had learned, some of the plans in the middle-aged mayor's heart were dispelled in an instant, no matter how he played, he would not be Ernst's opponent, since the two sides were not on the same level at all, there was no need to continue to entangle.

"Lord Earl......"

"Think what I just said was a bit excessive?"

Unlike Masséna, even if he understood Ernst's purpose, in his heart, as a nobleman, he had to maintain an aristocratic demeanor at all times, and Ernst had always been very inconsistent.

"It's a bit ......"

"I don't like you very much, Bert, if it's Andre or even Cosimo here, he will tell the truth instead of being as hesitant and tactful as you are."

Bert was silent, he didn't know how to answer Ernst's words, but he was sure of one thing, and that was that Ernst clearly didn't mean to correct it.

"Let's take a look at the place where we will live in the future! Hopefully it won't be too bad an environment. ”

Ernst was in a noticeably good mood, a breath of fresh air Ernst looked at the blue sky through the carriage window, and perhaps the most wonderful thing in this 1900 year was the smell of nature.