Stannis stroked his beard on his chest, only to remember that this body is the same as the present world, and there is no hair on his chin, "I called you over so confidently, of course there is a plan, but the specific problems are analyzed in detail, and there are still a lot of things in the territory that I have almost forgotten, and I need to figure it out again." For example, there is one item in the expenses: It costs 50 gold coins to rent a donkey every year, why would I, a dignified earl, spend so much money on donkeys? Is it my cousin? ”

Master Romon looked at him with a look of surprise, "My lord, how have you been so forgetful lately, how can the peasants raise those beautiful donkeys! These noble creatures are cultivated at a great price, and we can't afford to raise them, so we have to spend money to rent them to participate in the annual celebrations." ”

Treasure Donkey, Noble, Celebration?

How can a stupid donkey have anything to do with the words 'noble' and 'celebration', and do the people of this world worship the donkey as a sacred object and then pull it out to slip away at the sacred celebration?

Stannis struggled to recall, and unfortunately, his idea came true.

In this world, donkeys are at the pinnacle of collecting, and they are worth several times more than the most expensive horses......

Stannis shook his head, he no longer understood why the world had a fanatical love for donkeys, which also explained why he spent a lot of money on these stupid creatures.

Since the donkey can't cut the budget, he has to find another way.

"Your Excellency, do you have any other ways to save money?" said Master Romon cautiously, not wanting to discourage the lord's self-confidence.

But Stannis was clearly not going to be dampened by this small setback, "Of course there is, like ......"

The words had already reached his lips, but he didn't know how to express them, after all, as a modern person, there was too much gap between his thinking and these guys who couldn't even count.

However, he quickly came up with a solution.

"It's too pale to use your mouth alone, go, go around my territory, I'll explain it to you myself, by the way, call Korodov and Robert to me, these two guys have nothing to do all day, they can't eat my food all day long!"

Soon, Stannis was strolling through the countryside with his 'staff group'.

Although it is a rural area, it is actually next to his castle.

The peasants in the countryside were busy on his land, which was the preserve of the Justinian family, which meant that the output above was at the disposal of Stennis, and the freedmen who helped him to plough the land were of course 'voluntary' to help.

Looking at this beautiful idyllic scene, which existed only in the poetic eternity of antiquity, Stannis felt his soul penetrated, and then he made the wrong move, which was to exhale deeply.

The strong smell of human and animal feces mixed with rotting plants and trees rushed into his respiratory tract, choking him and rolling his eyes.

He slowed down for a moment before adjusting, "This smells so big, it's even more rushing than a guy burping at you with a leek dumpling on a garlic clove." ”

"Dumplings?" Robert next to him didn't know why.

Stannis waved his hand for them to continue walking, and began to inquire about the situation, "How many people are there in this village next to my castle. ”

"Two hundred households, more than six hundred. Maester Romon replied to him.

"Hey, big villages, you can all advance to towns. Stannis remembers that the village where his relatives lived in the countryside was only two or three hundred people.

"But they all live separately, because there is too much land here that no one has. Master Romon continued.

Stannis touched his chin, if people are too scattered, it is not easy to manage, and if there is no security, there are no people who secretly hide and refuse to pay taxes, "So how many acres of land are there?"

The three people in front of them looked at each other, they had never thought about this problem.

"What! you don't even do the most important thing of the previous governments?" Stannis shouted with wide eyes.

Robert shrugged, "What's the use of that? Anyway, there are too many of these lands to be planted, and there are still large areas of wasteland that no one has cultivated, so whoever has the ability to plant them should take them." ”

Stennis also thinks that one of the reasons why productivity has not been able to rise in the early Middle Ages was that there were few people in the land, which led to the adoption of rough fallow, which was an unimaginable luxury in the East where there were many people and few land, and intensive cultivation was unexpected.

"How much land does a family cultivate?"

"About 15 acres, one third of which is used for oats, one third for grazing, and one third for fallow. ”

He should be talking about acres, anyway, the setting is like this, Stannis quickly converted in his mind, one acre is equal to six acres, that is, a family here occupies ninety acres of land, which is almost in time for Mencius in "Mencius Liang Hui Wang" The ideal country, you must know that during the Ming and Qing dynasties, the per capita arable land in many places fell to less than two acres.

"Then you always know how much land can be cultivated in my territory, and there will be a certain number of wasteland in the future. "Stennis is out of hope with these guys.

Unexpectedly, Maester Romon raised his hand, "I know, Your Excellency, fifty years ago I had the privilege of touring the entire territory with your grandfather, and according to the surveys and conclusions of the then scholars, that is, my teacher, Maester Amun, there are about two hundred and thirty square miles of land on the west bank of your domain, of which about one-third is suitable for cultivation. ”

"My West Bank territory has 230 square miles equal to 600 square kilometers, of which 20,000 hectares, or 50,000 acres, can be used for farming, which can theoretically support about 3,300 peasant families at the current level of production." ”

Robert and the three looked at each other, they didn't know how the lord's mouth kept changing units, and what was the use of counting this thing?

"Of course, my land should be much more than enough to feed such a small population!"

Master Romon cautiously asked, "Your Excellency, what are you talking about?"

The young Earl paid no heed to their suspicious gaze, and at last sat down on the ground, picked up a stick, and counted on the ground.

"According to the calculation of France, the most populous country in the Middle Ages, the population density was 100 people per square mile, and if I tried to liberate the productive forces without any industrial influence, my territory should be able to support a maximum of 23,000 people. ”

"Twenty-three thousand!" exclaimed Robert, who had the population of a very large city.

Such a large population means that it can provide sufficient soldiers, rich taxes and a huge labor force, which is enough to be a stable lord, more than enough to protect himself.

"That's right. Stannis clapped his hands and stood up, "If it is properly governed, there should be so many people in my current land alone." ”

"That's an exaggeration. Maester Romon shook his head incredulously, even in its heyday, there had never been more than 10,000 people in this territory.