It cannot be said that the average aristocracy did not have the idea of wanting to increase the fields.

However, under backward conditions, even if there is a development, it will be three acres this year and five acres next year, and it will be difficult to speed up.

No nobleman was willing to pay extra money to give the peasants better farming tools, so much so that some peasants had to plough the land with their hands.

It is faster to steal and rob other people's cooked land than to open up wasteland, which also makes many nobles less enthusiastic about this issue.

In addition, the Principality has been established for less than a thousand years now, and naturally there is still some arable land that has not been used.

At least Luo Ming roughly determined that more than 1,800 acres of wasteland in his hands were worth exploring.

Under the combined effect of the iron farming tools brought back by Luo Ming, four ploughing oxen, and nearly a hundred slaves, the speed of development was dozens of times faster than that of ordinary knights.

Unless it is a warrior, ten pairs of flesh palms are not worth an iron plow, this is the truth.

And Luo Ming also told the slaves one thing, this newly opened wasteland will be planted by them in the future, and the ten slaves who produce the most grain will become serfs who have the right to own a little private property, so they can't be serious.

Before the official spring ploughing period, it was not impossible for these slaves to open up six or seven hundred acres of land in one go. Although the yield of newly reclaimed land is lower, it is still worth the output of 300 acres of cooked land.

Of course, the value of this newly cultivated land was not worth the more than 500 gold coins that Luo Ming spent for this group of slaves, but it would be able to recover the capital in six or seven years.

And Luo Ming didn't intend to pay off his debts simply by growing grain, in his eyes, whether it was arable land or grain, it was more like a strategic reserve than a commodity.

Who knows when there will be famine, who knows when there will be war...... Or even a catastrophe. At that time, old moldy grain was more precious than inedible gold and silver.

If he wants to engage in industry, commerce, or train more professional soldiers, he must also have more arable land and hoard more food to raise such a group of people who do not farm.

Seeing that hundreds of people were working under the command of his subordinates, Luo Ming couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.

However, he told the steward directly what he wanted to do, just reclaiming wasteland, arranging food and other problems, and the steward himself could completely solve it, and he had nothing to meddle in now, so he could only stand by and watch.

At this moment, he was going to go to Granty, and he didn't have any other thoughts, just prepared to chat a few words and practice his sword again.

However, as soon as he turned his head, he found Grant standing less than ten meters behind him with his sword in his hand.

He didn't notice it before, even if he was very relieved to Grant and wouldn't be deliberately guarded, but he was a little sluggish if he didn't notice it.

Perhaps it is the kind of thing that drives many people to obey orders and carry out large-scale construction because of the power that has a kind of intoxicating charm.

Luo Ming reflected in his heart, and then just wanted to say hello to Grant with a smile, but from her expression, she could see that she was a little absent-minded.

"Granty, don't stand here, let's go sit down there and talk. ”

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Maybe Grant had some sympathy for these slaves? No wonder, after all, she was a good and upright girl.

Luo Ming thought about it and decided to tell a story.

"I read a story in a book before......

In an ancient kingdom, a king's favorite was dismissed by the new king and returned home, and on the way he complained to the kingdom's patron saint, and even unnoticed foul language.

In the night, he dreamed that he had been captured by an angel and that the kingdom's guardian was furious and wanted to punish him. Naturally, he begged for mercy and kept pleading.

Seeing that he was not so eloquent, God wanted to tease him.

So the oracle found several pounds of parchment, all of which were written about the evil deeds he had done, including accepting bribes, bullying men and women, deducting military salaries, instigating the king to start a war for his own selfish desires, and even participating in court conspiracies......

God brought a balance of absolute justice, and the incriminating evidence was placed at one end of the scale, while on the other end there were only a few pieces of paper recording his good deeds in his life. God wants to use this form to show him that he deserves to be punished, and the evidence is overwhelming.

The minister thought to himself that the greatest good deed he had ever done in his life was to throw half a piece of bread to a beggar on the side of the road, and that he would surely be punished most severely by God. ”

Grant listened attentively to the story, but still had a somewhat confused look on her face.

It's no wonder, after all, the real reversal of the plot is still to come, and the previous story was completely without warning, nothing more than a god who was cursed by mortals, so he found a reason to let him die fairly and justly, to put it bluntly, it was just a story of revenge.

"However, something very strange happened.

The tray containing the few good deeds sank directly to the bottom, while the parchment weighing a few pounds on the other side was lifted high and scattered all over the sky.

Both the gods and the minister were stunned, and the minister naturally did not dare to question the wisdom and power of the gods, but he was also very curious.

The god immediately took the pieces of paper that recorded the good deeds and looked at them one by one, and finally let out a cold snort and shoved a note into the minister's hand.

It turned out that the note recorded that when he was young, the minister once indiscriminately opposed the policies proposed by a political opponent in order to oppose that political opponent, and even framed the other party.

One of the policies that he prevented and failed to implement was to increase the salt tax. ”

"Ahh

Slaves who are completely unable to own any private property are naturally not to mention, even freedmen, there are seventy or eighty percent of them who can't save much money a year, and buying salt every year is already a big expense.

If the king raises taxes, then the tax collectors will certainly find this excuse to charge several times more money, and the salt merchants will certainly pass on this loss to the consumers—many will die of illness because they cannot afford to eat salt, or sell their property, or rise up in rebellion. At least hundreds of thousands of lives have been involved.

Without a credible tax force to ensure that this policy is not implemented in a distorted manner, there is a high chance that a rash tax hike will turn into a disaster.

To be honest, it is difficult to judge whether God will sympathize with the lower class working people, although they are also believers, but compared with those church personnel who spend a lot of money to cultivate and have received all kinds of advanced education, ordinary mortals, even if they have died a lot, will not be able to grow like a leek in a dozen years.

For God, more than ten years is not a long time.

But as the patron saint of the kingdom, preventing an event that might cause unrest is undoubtedly a great feat in its eyes.

But there is no need to go into detail about this.