The team went all the way, and they gained envy and jealousy all the way. Especially after entering Lyte County, it has attracted countless attention.

Looking at the two counties of Rite and Wyton, only the Hudson family has a population of more than 10,000 in the territory. It was enough to attract jealousy, but now that there is such a big move, it will be even more hateful.

If it weren't for the fact that everyone had just been beaten by Earl Pierce not long ago, and the aftermath had not yet passed, they would have all come out to block the road and rob.

But this kind of thing can only be thought about secretly. There are only a few nobles who have the ability to rob this team.

Unless it is a joint operation, any one who comes alone must think twice before acting.

It's not a question of whether the robbery can be successful, the point is that the price to pay is too great for few to afford, let alone worry about retaliation afterwards.

Theoretically, the best way to get wool is to set up a card to raise the toll tax and get a piece of the pie openly.

The local aristocracy was forced by favors to do so. The nobles of the Northland don't need to give face to the "Knights of the Divine Bow", but unfortunately they have to worry about setting themselves on fire.

The storm of economic sanctions has just passed, and no one wants to come a second time after a number of northland nobles who have tried it.

If anyone makes a bad start, they will attract the neighbors to follow suit, and they will be the ones who are unlucky in the end.

The worst thing is that I didn't receive the toll tax, but I was beaten up by someone, which is the tragedy of life.

After all, collecting taxes on the Aslant continent has always been the preserve of the strong, and only the weak have always paid taxes to the strong, and it has never been reversed.

Especially if you want the taxes of the nobles, the prerequisite is that the fists are harder than theirs. Otherwise, it is simply impossible to put it away.

Despite Hudson's logistical preparations, the team made its way to the territory with double-digit attrition.

This is only 400 miles, and I really can't imagine what price those big migrants who have traveled thousands of miles without any logistical support will have to pay.

According to the rules of the mercenary world, Hudson happily paid the commission and delay fee, and sent away a group of reluctant knights.

There are more people and more things. Although Hudson had made preparations in advance and arranged for his men to build houses early, the number of people greatly exceeded expectations, and in the end the serfs could only make do with it.

Housing is only a minor issue, and as serfs at the bottom of society, the requirements in this regard have never been higher. As long as the house is sheltered from the wind and rain, a little cramped space is nothing.

What's more, the difficulties are only temporary, and the unrestrained Lord Hudson never hesitates to allocate land and build houses for everyone.

There are food reserves, and this wave has brought a lot, so there is no need to worry about it for the time being; Pots and pans, which can be produced at home, have never been lacking; There are some in the firewood mountain, and the yellow fallen leaves can make do with a few days, and the serfs can solve it by themselves.

Material difficulties are basically non-existent. The real problem is the management problems that population growth brings.

Without the slightest hesitation, Hudson directly introduced the original armor protection system. The group is based on the household, and the head of the household is set up; Ten households are A, and the first is set up; The top ten are guaranteed, and the chief of the guarantee is established.

Further up, it can only be directly governed by the lord's mansion. It is not a question of whether to delegate power, it is really a lack of talent among serfs.

Talents who can manage a hundred households well are rare among serfs, and if you put a burden on them, you have to make a mess of things.

Anyway, in the entire territory, there are only more than 3,000 households in total, and there are more than 30 security chiefs, and the management pressure of the lord's mansion has been greatly reduced.

There is no doubt that the system of even guaranteeing and sitting has also been learned. Each household is given a wooden stamp with a description of the household's occupation and employment status.

If someone goes out indoors, or if a guest visits, you must indicate your whereabouts, report to the chief and the chief of security, and report to the lord's mansion immediately if there is any suspicious person.

If one family commits a crime and fails to report it in time, then the other households will sit together according to the law and bear the punishment together.

Feudal is really no longer feudal, a proper feudal system pinnacle system. However, Hudson no longer cares about thinking so much, regardless of whether the system is good or bad, it is better to have a system than not to have it.

Looking at the performance of the serfs, we can see that there is not much resistance to this harsh system.

Mainly for serfs, most of these constraints were actually about zero.

Unless recruited by a liege, most people will not leave their territory from birth to death. All social circles and social relations are also confined to the territory.

As far as the eye can see, they are all acquaintances who know each other, and they can't be more familiar with each other. The family education that everyone received from an early age made them despise the restless existence.

If it weren't for the complexity of the population of the territory, Hudson would not have come up with this armor protection system. It's not that the system is bad, but that there really doesn't need to be so complicated.

In the closed territorial economic model, as long as the lord can make everyone barely have enough to eat, the order of the territory is guaranteed.

The solidified social class and the long-term education of slavery stifled the ideological development of the serfs. Once a person gets used to everything around him, it is difficult to get out of his own cognition.

Hudson, who was bent on construction, naturally did not have the time to play any ideological revolution. Changing the world, such a great thing, or standing on top of the world before thinking about it.

If the same thing is done by different people, the results will be different.

The social innovation initiated by the elder is called changing the world; The social innovation initiated by the little people is simply a death.

As a struggling lord, Hudson has only one core in everything he does - to strengthen the strength of the territory and improve his ability to survive in the continent of Aslanth.

Based on the substantial population growth, the territorial development plan formulated in the early stage was once again overturned by Hudson.

The first thing to ensure is the production of the mining area, and without any hesitation, the first to replenish 1,000 young people to increase the production of ironware.

The infrastructure of some territories has also come to the agenda. For example, roads, lords' houses, and water conservancy projects all have to be considered.

There were a lot of things that made Hudson's scalp tingle, but he didn't have a good assistant available.

Even though Hudson borrowed the butlers of several relatives, he only barely managed to ensure the normal operation of the territory.

These people have rich management experience and good execution ability, but they lack decision-making ability. The important decision-making affairs of the territory are still all on Hudson's own head.

In order to reduce administrative pressure, Hudson had to cut back on the number of works, postponing the construction of the castle, which was not very important for the time being, indefinitely.

Road construction is also limited to the widening of the road out of the mining area. As for the roads in other areas, they are mainly maintenance-oriented.

Water conservancy projects are mainly to repair ditches in plain areas, and there are no water conservancy facilities projects.

The main reason is that the southeast province is accustomed to wind and rain, and the annual rainfall is enough to meet agricultural production, at least relying on the Huanhua Creek, and the irrigation of crops in the plain area of the territory is not a problem.

As for the hilly areas, even the land has not been developed, and it is still too early to talk about irrigation. However, it is still very necessary to dig a pond above the small soil bag to store water.

These are all things that need to be completed in the future, and the current task is to open up the wasteland first. With the current productivity, just the tens of thousands of acres of land on the plains cannot support the more than 20,000 people in the territory.

Except for the addition of some breeding personnel, who were responsible for taking care of the livestock, the rest of the labor force was sent by Hudson to clear the wasteland.

One hill could no longer satisfy Baron Hudson's appetite, and at least two hills had to be developed before spring ploughing.

The increase in livestock and labor force is the foundation for him to implement the land reclamation plan. 20,000 mu is the most basic goal, and no matter what the yield of the new land is, the land must be opened up first.

The easiest way to calm the minds of a newly opened territory is to open up enough land and harvest enough food. As long as the granary is full of grain, the people's will naturally be stable.

Of course, Hudson's outsourced ones don't count. Serfs have no thoughts, which is limited by the social environment, but the most basic common sense is still there.

The grain they bought will eventually run out, and no matter how rich the harvest is, they can't feel it. Only the food grown by one's own hands can make everyone feel at ease.

Even if the yield per mu is low, as long as the total yield is high enough, everyone's sense of security will be cultivated.

Only by achieving peace of mind is the beginning of the territory to truly take root. This often takes time to settle and cannot be done overnight.

……

Orc Empire, Beamon Imperial Court.

The falling snowflakes clothe the city with silver makeup. However, the bitter cold could not dispel people's enthusiasm, and at this moment countless people in the city were putting up their lights to welcome the great Beamon the Great, the 300th birthday.

As a person who brought the orc empire to the pinnacle, whether it was strength or prestige, he had stabilized the other four emperors, but there was no smile on his face at this time.

Joy and sorrow are often momentary, and what should be a good day to celebrate, Beamon the Great once again ushered in the pain of losing a child in his life.

"The heir, and he is dead again."

It sounds like a farce-like topic, but it is played out again and again among the Beamon royal family.

The death of the four crown princes was already enough to make Emperor Beamon sad, but he was still in time for this good day.

"Pass the order, all today's celebrations will be canceled, and my poor emperor will be mourned!"

From the trembling voice, it can be heard how broken the heart of the Emperor Beamon at this moment.

The guests who attended the celebration banquet were also at a loss for what to do with the sudden scene. The happy event suddenly turned into a funeral, and everyone's emotions couldn't be adjusted for a while!

There is no way, Beamon the Great has just died of his son, no matter how strong his mentality is, it is impossible to continue to celebrate his birthday on this day.

Countless guests present scolded the dead Crown Prince Beamon, you can't drink, just drink less!

Well, the unlucky Crown Prince Beamon has died directly, but what about the guests who have toasted them?

Although they are also victims, they don't know that the crown prince is "addicted to food", but it is obviously unrealistic to reason with an old man who has suffered the pain of losing a child.

Even if he is the greatest emperor of the Orc Empire, at this moment, he is still just a father who has lost his son.

It is inevitable to suffer anger, and it did not come out on the spot, it is because Emperor Bimeng's heart is strong enough.

Maybe it's a similar scene, and there have been three waves before. The first time it was born, the second time it was cooked, and the third and fourth times its inner endurance was exercised.

After enduring his grief and announcing the funeral for his son, the grief-stricken Beamon the Great turned and left with the dead crown prince in his arms, leaving a group of staring guests staring at each other.

didn't hesitate for long, and the guests who reacted left one after another. If you don't open it now, whether you can get out of the back is an unknown.

No one dares to bet on what crazy things a 300-year-old man who has just suffered the loss of his son can do next.

If this sassy old man is angry for a while, and wants to drag everyone to bury his unlucky son, it will be a tragedy.

Out of the banquet hall, all the guests burst out of their greatest potential and went straight to the city gate as fast as they could.

I don't know if I thought they had done something bad and ended up running for their lives. As the parties, they have no regard for explanation.

The accident of the crown prince set off a bloody storm in the orc empire. Countless unlucky people who have nothing to do with it have been implicated, and no one wants to follow in the footsteps of these guys.

If you look closely, you will find that the representatives of the other four royal families are also in the rushing ranks.

Obviously, everyone is a smart person, and they know very well that their lives are their own, and there is only one. Unwilling to stay, bet on whether Beamon the Great will be able to keep his sanity in the pain of losing his son.

Ignoring the thoughts of these guys, Beamon the Great, who carried his son's corpse and marched forward with heavy steps, entered an underground secret passage after twists and turns.

Under the illumination of the lanterns on both sides of the secret passage, the murals on the wall are constantly changing, as if they have come to life, and the scene is particularly strange.

Beamon the Great, who walked in the secret passage, seemed to have become accustomed to all this, and continued to move on without a deaf ear.

The pace became faster and faster, and even the wrinkles on his forehead gradually dissipated, and he didn't look like an old man in his last years.

Stopping and stopping all the way, constantly tapping on the mechanism, it lasted for more than half an hour before he came out of the secret passage and came to a mysterious underground palace.

In the palace, there are already dense coffins, among which the five hanging coffins floating in the center are the most peculiar.

Directly below the hanging coffin is a magic array carved with countless lines, split five-pointed star-shaped arrangement, which should be a mysterious five-star array.

I saw that Emperor Beamon slowly put his son's body into an empty hanging coffin, and said sadly: "Terry, don't blame your father for being cruel, so that your soul will not be at peace after death."

If you want to blame it, you can only blame your own bad life, I have already given you a chance. As long as you can live a little longer and survive my immortal father, you can inherit this vast empire.

It's a pity that you, as well as your unconscious brothers, are all short-lived ghosts, and they are all ahead of their fathers.

Since you are so unfilial, let me suffer the pain of losing my son again and again, then I will simply bear enough, and you will continue my life for me!

Now it's up to your brother. As a father, I will also give him a chance, as long as he can survive me, he will be the new Emperor Beamon.

If you are not edified, you short-lived ghosts, you will die before the father. Then it is the will of the beast god, and it is appropriate for me to reverse the situation and seize this great opportunity to break through the holy realm! ”

As he spoke, the four hanging coffins in the main hall exuded endless resentment, as if telling their inner unwillingness.

It's a pity that all this has no effect on Emperor Meng. As an emperor, there are no regrets in his life.

From the moment they entered the secret palace with their corpses, the so-called father-son relationship no longer existed.

As if it was infected, the coffins around him trembled, and endless resentment continued to emanate, as if they were going to devour Emperor Beamon alive.

It's a pity that after coming into contact with Beamon the Great, not only did they not cause harm to him, but they were swallowed by him.

Under the effect of the mysterious magic array, these devoured resentments were gradually stripped of resentment, leaving only the purest qi in the body of Beamon the Great, and gradually transformed into a strange vitality force.

The resentment that was stripped away did not disappear, but fell into the five coffins that were suspended. Faintly, you can still hear the cry from the depths of your soul in the coffin.

One of the five coffins was missing, and the last resentment seemed to be unable to find an object of sustenance, and finally returned to Beamon the Great.

Emperor Beamon, who had originally regained his youth, was devastated by resentment and returned to the state of his last years, but his complexion was much better than before.

For all these changes in front of him, Emperor Beamon seems to have been surprised, and even the most basic mood swings have not occurred.

Although the resentment is still strong, it has weakened a little bit compared to the last time. It seems that even the top powerhouses in the mainland can't withstand the ravages of time.

"The Legend of the Fairy Tree"

But you can rest assured, I will enjoy the style above the Sanctuary for you. If your souls have not dissipated by then, I will come back and tell you.

Don't thank me, these are all things I should do. After all, without your offerings, it would have been difficult for me to get the opportunity to take this step in this era. ”

As if the corpse in the coffin still maintained its spirituality, after being stimulated by the words of Beamon the Great, the coffin trembled more and more, as if it could break out at any time.

"Well, there's no need to be so enthusiastic. If the beast god blesses us, it may not be long before we meet again.

Who made my youngest son a short-lived ghost?

I, as a father, have warned him countless times that he must cultivate hard and strive to break through to a higher realm as soon as possible, but that bastard boy knows how to eat, drink and be merry all day long, and he deserves ......"