"Quick, clean up all the clutter in here!"

"Hurry up, you haven't eaten one by one!"

……

The construction was carried out, and the originally dead and silent mining area finally had the smell of fireworks. The lifeless refugees also had a rare smile on their faces.

People are not afraid of hardship, but they are afraid that they will not see hope.

The lord is the backbone of everyone, and since he was a child, he has been accustomed to the life of relying on the noble lord, and it is too difficult for them to be independent.

Of course, the most important thing is that they were robbed by the rebels first, and then by the counterinsurgency army, and suffered the most cruel social beatings, resulting in a serious lack of security among the people.

Including following Hudson all the way south, just eating and not working every day, everyone still has no bottom in their hearts.

It's different now. With a new job comes value. Don't worry about the lord, suddenly abandon them.

What the serfs thought, Hudson did not know. The big construction site that is in full swing is essentially just doing one thing, repairing the infrastructure damaged by the war.

"Master, a group of refugees have come out there, it is said that they are miners in the mining area, and their families, who want to come and join you!"

Hearing this good news, Hudson thought that his domineering spirit had exploded. No troops were sent over, and some people took the initiative to defect.

It's just that after seeing the person clearly, this feeling is gone. Where are the miners, it is clearly a group of people called Hanako.

All of them were yellow-skinned, ragged, and trembling when they walked, and they looked like they were starving.

Although he was an aristocrat, Hudson still did not break away from the people at the bottom, saying "why not eat minced meat".

The team of nearly 1,000 people, including many old and weak women and children, is a miracle to survive in the mountains and forests, and it is impossible to live well.

Even if the territory is rich in yields and the jungle is full of wild beasts, and hunting can make up for the lack of food, it is only a drop in the bucket.

Hunting thousands of catties of meat at a time may hopefully be completed, and wanting to hunt hundreds of catties of meat every day is purely a dream.

If hunting could not ensure a stable supply of meat, Hudson would not have set his quota so low.

The belly is so hungry that it can't stand it, so it's no wonder that he wants to run to the new lord. If Hudson had been ten days and a half months late, it was estimated that there would be a tragedy of cannibalism here.

At that point, this group of miners is basically wasted. People's bottom line has always been very low, as long as the first breakthrough is made, there will be countless times.

Glancing at everyone, Hudson didn't have any superfluous nonsense, and directly announced the result to everyone:

"Viscount Alphonse has unfortunately died, I am your new lord Hudson, Baron Coslow, and now I declare my acceptance of your allegiance!"

After receiving the bows of the people, the relationship between the lord and the lord is established. In the years to come, we will fulfill each other's obligations and enjoy our rights.

After the simple ceremony, everyone is considered their own person. Hudson was not polite, and directly arranged for his subordinates to take this group of newcomers to the river to wash.

The rules of the game are like this, the old lord is gone, and the new lord only needs to declare his acceptance of the lord's allegiance, and the matter is over.

The opinion of the serfs, that is, there is no opinion. Being part of the property of the nobility themselves, who cares what they think?

Everything was taken for granted, without the slightest discomfort. Forcibly "adding drama" to buy people's hearts will only make things worse.

Not a joke, in history, there have been lords who were suspected of being impostors by serfs because they were too close to the people. Because the lords in their memories have always been high.

The strength of the population is great, the repair of the territory's infrastructure is accelerating, and the corresponding food consumption is also increasing day by day.

As a last resort, Hudson divided his troops to bring the remaining grain from the city of Dadir; While writing non-stop letters, buying grain from nearby nobles.

The two counties of Wyton and Wright are almost out of harvest, and the rise in grain prices in the southeastern provinces is a high probability event. Even if there is no shortage of food in the province, the price of food will rise due to political necessity.

In the southeastern provinces, it is nominally the grain merchants who determine the price of grain, but in fact the Dalton family is the master behind the scenes.

With Hudson's understanding of Earl Pierce, this political strongman would not have lived up to the nickname "Flaming Lion" if he did not take the opportunity to exchange it for benefits.

There is no speculation about the price of grain, and it is not that Earl Pierce has a conscience. It's mainly a group of local aristocrats, who doesn't have any food reserves?

According to the normal development process, with the support of the family, we can get through the food panic in the early stage of the business. The price is speculated to the sky, and it can't stand the fact that people have food in their own hands.

Hudson is an exception, and with the group of miners in front of him, the population of the territory directly exceeded the 4,000 mark, and this is not the end.

The cronies sent out to fool people are still working hard. In the end, he couldn't figure out how many people he could fool over, so he could only reserve more.

Hudson was still very clear in his thinking, and while he could buy food now, he would have enough to buy more. As for the aid promised by his father, he could leave it there first, and then send someone to pick it up when he needed it.

Within two hundred miles of the neighborhood, all the nobles who had not participated in the development of the territory received Hudson's letters to buy grain.

The owner buys 80,000 pounds, and the west orders 100,000 pounds, as long as anyone is willing to sell it, whether it is rye, oats, barley, potatoes, broad beans, peas, carrots, and pumpkins...... He is always the one who comes.

As for the more high-end Warcraft meat, beef and mutton, wheat, spices and other daily necessities, they are all outside the scope of procurement.

Everything is to blame for prices, the same is grain, and the price of wheat is 1.5 times higher than the price of rye, and nearly twice as high as that of oats and beans.

As with countless lords, cheap quantity is the first consideration. The cheapest potatoes cost only two copper coins per pound; Rye also requires only three copper coins per pound......

(1 Gold = 15 Silver = 1500 Copper)

The only valuable food purchased in large quantities was table salt, which amounted to 30 copper coins per pound. This is still the inferior salt eaten by serfs, and the refined salt enjoyed by nobles and lords, and the price has soared directly to two hundred copper coins per pound.

Knowing that this was blackmail, Hudson could only grit his teeth and accept it. Who let the production of salt be in the hands of the great nobles?

Buy, buy, buy, for a while, it was like spending money. Although these transactions are still only on paper due to time and distance, the money still has to be reserved.

If someone can't deliver the goods to the door, but there is no money to pay the bill, then it is a tragedy. For the aristocracy, it was very humiliating to owe money.

In one go, he ordered more than three million pounds of supplies from his neighbors, and if all of them could be sold, the budget of 7,000 gold coins would be wiped out.

It's not Hudson's style. Thinking of his pocket, which was about to bottom out, reality told him that he had to find a way to make money.