"Lord Caesar."

"Mr. Victor." Samwell walked over to Vidor, who was directing the artisans and savage laborers to lay the foundation for the castle, "How's it going?" ”

"Faster than I thought." Victor sighed, "I never thought that those wild people would work so hard, they are all rushing to do it!" In comparison, our Highland laborers are all lazy! ”

Samwell laughed and said:

"Do you know why?"

"Why?" Victor hurriedly asked.

Samwell didn't answer directly, but asked rhetorically:

"In Highland City, if someone is lazy in their work, what will Viscount Martin do?"

"Whip him, of course."

Samwell shrugged his shoulders and smiled, "Punishment is certainly one way to do it, but I think it's the reward that motivates the people more. ”

When Victor heard this, he immediately thought of the strange "division of work" promulgated by Samwell.

At that time, he still laughed in his heart that the young lord was too merciful to give money to a group of captives.

But now it seems that this move may have other meanings.

However, it is indeed too loser...... Wait a minute!

Victor suddenly realized that Samwell had not paid the savage captives at all, but only fed them, and as for the money, it would not be cashed until the castle was built.

It's just a lure that you can't see and can't eat!

But it drove thousands of wild people to work for him willingly!

What a good means!

Thinking of the contract between his lord and this person, Victor seemed to understand something, but he was a little unconvinced.

Just as Victor was thinking about it, Samwell said again, "Oh yes, the construction of the dock should also be on the agenda." ”

Victor was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Okay, my lord." ”

Samwell adds, "However, the construction plan you proposed was too complicated. Let's build a trestle bridge so that ships can dock and load and unload goods. At present, the main focus is still on the construction of the castle. ”

"Yes, sir." Victor had a hunch that this might be the limit of what the pioneer lord had done.

I don't know what kind of expression my lord will have when he sees a pier with only a bare trestle bridge a year later......

The two chatted for a while, and after learning about the progress of the territory, Samwell said goodbye to Victor and headed to the deepest part of the valley.

Near the cliffs on either side are a couple of brand new cabins.

Around the hut were more than a dozen heavily armed soldiers, who bowed their heads and saluted when they saw Samwell.

It was the most heavily fortified place in the entire valley, with all sorts of food and grass for the pioneer troops, and of course, Samwell's Lord's Hut.

The only thing that's a little strange is that there's a blacksmith shop in it.

In the eyes of the lords, perhaps this lord is more important to weapons and equipment.

And now, Samwell walked into the blacksmith shop.

Seeing Samwell coming, the blacksmiths stopped what they were doing and got up to greet him.

Samwell waved his hand and let them continue their work, then walked to the innermost room.

It was the workshop of the blacksmith Busso.

There are still two guards guarding the door, which shows that Samwell attaches great importance to the security of this place.

As one of the best blacksmiths in Highland City, Busso was unabashedly favored by Samwell as soon as he joined the pioneer team, often spending time alone with him and discussing things fiercely.

Everyone thought that the lord wanted Busso to tailor a set of plate armor for him, but in fact, Busso had never touched steel at all these days, but had been dealing with all kinds of copper pipes.

"Your Excellency, what you want has been prepared." Busso pointed to the strangely shaped device in front of him and said respectfully.

Although he had created it under the guidance of his lord, Busso had no idea what it was for.

This odd device consists of three copper kettles of different sizes and shapes, the first of which is connected to the second by a swan-necked copper tube, and the copper tube that exits the second kettle coils into a serpentine circle after entering the third.

Samwell looked at the device in front of him, his eyes full of eagerness and a hint of melancholy, as if he was missing something.

He carefully examined the device and made sure it was correct, then he turned to look at Busso and said with a smile:

"Excellent! That's what I want! ”

"It's my pleasure to serve you."

Samwell looked at the skilled blacksmith in front of him, and suddenly asked, "Busso, I remember you have a son, right?" ”

"Yes, sir. Although he is also my apprentice, his mind is not on this, hey, I can't do anything about him. ”

"I heard he prefers to dance with knives and guns?"

"yes, he still wants to be a knight. Dream all day! ”

"That's it, my guard team wants to recruit someone, you can let him sign up, if he behaves well, I can accept him as my squire in the future, and even one day, I will personally seal him as a knight."

Busso was stunned when he heard this, and only hesitated after a while:

"My lord, I am truly flattered by your grace! However, after all, we are the lords of Highland City, and we will leave in a year......"

"Who can say what will happen in a year's time." Samwell smiled and said, "And throughout the year, you have all served me, striking iron is service, and fighting for me is the same." ”

Busso was suddenly in a tangle.

Samwell didn't rush either, and said with a smile: "Busso, think about it, but not every lord is willing to accept a blacksmith's son as his squire. You go out first, and if you think about it, feel free to come to me. ”

"Yes, sir."

After Busso left, Samwell couldn't help but reach out and stroke the strange bronze in front of him, feeling the familiar and unfamiliar touch, and a faint crystal color appeared in his eyes.

This is actually a Charente pot still.

In his previous life, he was born into a family of wine merchants, and since his grandfather's generation, he has specialized in making grape distilled liquor - that is, brandy at the foot of Tianmu Mountain.

So for as long as he can remember, he'd seen amber liquor gurgling out of this ancient and magical device.

And now, even after a plane and time, Samwell stood in front of the empty bronze vessel in front of him, but he still seemed to be able to smell the unique aroma of the distilled wine.

It was a memory that ran through his entire childhood.

It will also be a source of wealth for him in this other world.

That's right.

Samwell dared to come to a barren place like the Crimson Mountains, and refused to be a pirate path arranged for him by Lady Olenna, and his true confidence was here.

There is no aristocrat in this world who does not drink alcohol, and the brewing industry is also very developed, but because of the lack of advanced distillation technology, the degree is generally low.

And this is his chance!

Although the land is barren and cannot grow food, the Red Mountains are suitable for growing mountain grapes that do not require high soil conditions, are resistant to drought and waterlogging, and need sufficient sunlight.

In fact, Samwell had seen wild mountain grapes picked by savages in Huya Village before.

This grape doesn't taste very good, it's not sweet enough, it's sour.

However, this grape variety, with its lower sugar content and higher acidity, is suitable for brandy.

Stroking the smooth, cold surface of the still, Samwell seemed to see a glittering golden avenue.