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The takeover of the territory seems to be quite smooth. (The fastest update speed is on the Aishang Novel Network biquge.info)

After verifying his identity first, he received a magical parchment contract with the terms written on it, plus the seal ring and signature, and the process was completed. The original pride of the guy in charge of handling it, when he saw the black robe with vaguely revealing magic patterns, had already dissipated completely, his movements were fast, and his smile was bright, which was a few points better than the Kaifeng waiter in someone's memory.

The process of reaching the territory seems to be very smooth.

Although this territory is not too close to Romandy, a straight-line distance of three hundred miles, if it is replaced by an actual road, it will be at least a day faster than a horse, but there is a little girl who can use teleportation by his side, this distance is just the time of a teleportation technique, even if the teleportation technique has a little deviation, it is not a problem for people with horses, so it only takes less than an hourglass scale, and the destination is already faintly visible.

The first impression was good.

The hills here have left the lookout field of the Pingchuan River, and entered the hilly landform west of the Misilian River, with a bit of mountain range, although most of them are small hills with an altitude of more than 100 feet, but they are also stretched out of the range of dozens of miles, and the sparse miscellaneous woods reveal the continuous shrubs under it under the sun, and the sunlight shines in the meantime, outlining the verdant shades of suitable shades.

So standing on the hill, you can see the villages in the middle of this small valley at a glance - if the map is not incorrect. Then this is the domain of Lord Viscount Edward called Burgundy.

However, from the first sight of the territory, Viscount Edward frowned deeply.

This territory is really ...... It's a little worse.

The main road is sandwiched between two dirt mountains. The land of the two dukedoms, but the village, on the west side of the main road, was not as prosperous as it was near the main road, and a mound fort had been erected on the gentle slopes of the hill to distinguish it from the cultivated fields, but the rough workmanship was not much different from the sand heaps with a few stakes standing from a distance. The rows of thatched huts surrounding them were low and dilapidated, seemingly still covered with tree branches, some with swarthy holes exposed, and the top of the hillside. It seemed to be a castle in the center of the territory, a stone building, but it had apparently been abandoned for a long time, leaving only a faint silhouette.

"Hey, Edward. Is this a town? The village is stronger than here, right?" A horse beside him, Baroque, the night rain stabbed through the window paper with a big grin: "Did the eldest lady teleport us too crookedly and run somewhere to the edge of the territory?"

Of course, his suspicions were not unfounded. After all, what Edward had told them about was a viscount's domain. But here it seems, even to a baron. No, even a knight. It's also a little too shabby.

But then, the dwarf immediately paid the price for another suspicion that he had not been able to keep in his mouth, and Lisa on the side slammed the whip on his horse's buttocks, and the self-proclaimed warrior in armor and armor was at once thrown into the street—his legs were so short that he could barely reach the stirrup, and he was immediately thrown off by his 'dead brute', and the ground was slammed with a thud!

Edward shook his head, ignoring the half-elf miss's playful laughter and the dwarven swearing.

The human beings in this world, although they occupy the main body of the continent, but the harsh natural environment, so that their development speed for the surrounding is far from reaching the prosperity of Cheng Dù, a small nobleman can be granted a hundred miles of land, but less than one of the ten reclaimed land, there are monsters, humanoid robbers and bandits on the land, so most of the lords' management of their territory is actually mostly limited to the core of the piece. The more remote you are away from an area where economic exchanges are thriving, the more chaotic the law and order becomes.

But the place in front of me seems to be a little too closed.

The valley was a large road, but it was still full of the remnants of mudslides left over from the rainy season, and as a branch of this road, the road leading into the territory was even more undecent, with only a few passes—or rather, only large ridges. Except for a flatbed cart pulled by a cattle, it is a troublesome thing for the rest of the vehicles to pass.

And some farmers can be seen busy in the fields, but there are few fields cultivated on the hillside, and Edward has worked for a few days, but he doesn't know exactly what he is planting—a short one, and it is sparsely planted, and the east and west are like dysentery on a bald head.

"What kind of crop is that?"

"There are some cassavas, but most of the rest is legumes. Black beans and beans, which are not so demanding on the land, but they cannot be used to satisfy hunger, and are mostly used as concentrated feed for horses. After a casual glance, Meliane, who was accompanying him, said that it seemed that he, as a mercenary, was indeed well-informed: "I am afraid that this kind of desolate land can only be used for this purpose." ”

Edward was speechless for a moment.

He was a farmer himself, but James' Poplar Town wasn't as bad as this place, even before he remodeled it.

It's not just that there is a Whispering Forest next to it, known as a treasure trove of magical resources, and they can rely on mercenaries and beasts to make a fortune - at least in the years Edward's birth, their town already had iron farming tools, a ploughing ox or two, and the village also had a tavern and regular caravans, and even if it was barren, the people would not be too well fed and clothed

Here's ...... As the horses progressed, the peasants became clearer and clearer what they were doing, lazily carrying sticks and burrowing holes in the fields between the unnamed crops, which were used as a substitute for loosening the soil, and there were no hoes, let alone cattle and horses. Not to mention fertilization. Even though it was the height of summer, the plants still had a bit of a yellowish color. Apparently not much watering was done.

This is almost the same as the slash-and-burn cultivation of primitive people.

Edward was also experienced in the construction of his territory...... Even if the land is a little barren, it seems to be developed from woodland, and it must not be too barren. There is no way to transform it. As long as it is well turned over and boiled with fertilizer for two years, it should not be a problem to cultivate barley and wheat, and as for the mountains, the slopes here are not too steep, and it is not difficult to turn them into terraces, and more importantly, the woods that stretch into the distance gradually thicken, although it is not possible to become a commercial town like the Whispering Forest. But if you take care of it, the development of agriculture is not a problem.

Of course, what he could see, the original lords here might not be able to see. It's not easy to just put it into practice.

These transformations have to be invested, all kinds of investment, and there must be people who understand to guide them, and it is impossible not to lose some money in the first two years. And the population here seems to be less than a thousand, and even if you want to develop, I am afraid that there is not so much manpower. There are more fields that have been reclaimed, and no one has planted them, so it is better to directly develop the old densely populated areas.

But in that case. What are these guys doing here?

It stands to reason that no one would want to survive in such a barren land, as long as there is a little common sense. I am afraid that I will leave the village and go to the nearby city or farm to earn a living, and the work of plowing the fields requires early and late returns, and it is very tiring, but I get very little money. In the usual aristocratic farms, at least half of the crops produced in the fields were used to pay taxes. About 20 percent of them were given to the king, while the other part was given to the local lords, and the ratio of planting to harvesting was generally 1 to 4, which meant that the seeds had to take up 2 to 5.

Even if there is a good harvest, the tenant farmers toiled for a year, and the final harvest was almost a quarter of the way. And in this era, there is no pragmatic Yuan expert, as the main plant of wheat, the yield in one mu of land is only two or three hundred pounds, the backwardness of agricultural tools and the lack of technology, even if you add animal power, a family can cultivate more than ten acres is already the amount of the sky.

Or because of careful calculations, there are many farmers on barren land who have given up farming, and in the larger cities, even if the women do the work of sewing and mending, they have two copper plates a day, and the men earn more, even if they only have the strength, they can earn three copper plates, and almost one silver coin in a month, and even more so if they can do some craftsmanship, they can even earn five or six silver coins a month.

Is it hard to leave your homeland?

There is no such strong affection on the faces of the inhabitants here, and in fact, you can't even find any decent expressions on those faces.

The men and women were yellow-skinned and thin, separated only by a few patches of clothing, and they looked at the people who rode into their villages and towns with dull eyes, but they did not show any basic curiosity, like a group of walking corpses, without seeing any hope for the future.

The sandy floor of the village was dusty from horses' hooves, and the dry air was filled with the smell of livestock manure - people in this era did not have much concept of dealing with garbage, and this place is even more extreme, and you can see a stinky pile of things in front of and behind the house, and flies and other things crawl on it. From time to time, one or two fat white maggots arched out, causing the whole garbage heap to shake slightly.

This is not a good thing in this summer season, Miss Lisa casts two layers of enchantment around her, still covering her nose and frowning. "Oh my God, it's a big pig's nest...... It stinks!"

Edward was noncommittal about Miss Half-Elf's evaluation, in fact, in his opinion, this place was not even as good as a pigsty, at least his pigsty had to be cleaned every day, and it was cleaner than here. However, in this kind of place, I am afraid that the inhabitants do not know what a pigsty is - from the entrance of the village to the center, the only domestic animals that can be seen are one or two lazily licking dogs, skinny, and there is not even the most basic chicken or duck.

Edward thought that this was the worst he could see, but when their horses came to the front of the castle, he realized that he had underestimated the poverty.

Well, it was more of a ruin than a castle, a tower of stone, in disrepair, with a half-crooked spire that seemed to shake gently in the wind. If the vines were torn off the cracks in the masonry, it might collapse, and below it was a main fort made of wood, the wood of which had taken on a black color over time. The stables covered with Qin species, hiding behind low stone walls, were more than half a man tall, and the simple stone walls were scattered around them, and there were no more teeth in the mouths of the civilians here.

If you add a background of lightning and thunder, this is almost the most suitable set for a ghost movie.

"Ah, this is a place where mages live. Uh-huh, if you add a few more undead creatures and a row of tombstones, then it's more like that. Miss Half-Elf rolled her eyes. Then let out a giggle.

Soon she couldn't laugh, though, because beneath the row of nearly collapsed walls were a few zombies—or rather, emaciated human bodies beyond her imagination. They huddled together. He trembled as if in the tenth winter wax moon, and looked at the people who came on horseback with a frightened look.

"Ling...... Who are you and what are you doing here?" When Edward and his party finally approached, a gray-haired man. The wrinkled face, but the guy who looked a little human, spoke, and his voice was actually fluent.

"I am the new lord, the master here. ”

Edward snorted coldly. Looking at these unlucky guys, "It's you." What are you doing? You made my castle look like this?"

The paupers looked in horror at Edward's ornate robes and the heavily armed mercenaries around him, and shook their heads in amazement. Then one by one they fell to their knees. Shivering.

"Sir...... We didn't get this, we have the courage to do it, and we don't dare...... We didn't have the money to pay taxes, so we had our house confiscated, we had no money, we had nothing. But Mr. Rihae, who is in charge of this place, will not allow us to leave here......" The gray-haired old man defended, and it was evident that he was a little more popular here to be a speaker......

"Nothing?" Edward laughed, "so they robbed me of my place?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my lord, this is not the ...... It is uninhabited, if we know that this is yours, give us the courage to do so, no, we will leave here immediately......" The old man quickly knelt down and slammed his head on the ground. More than a dozen people behind him hurriedly knelt on the ground, screaming bitterly for days, mixed with the cries of children, and making a mess.

"Shut up!" cried Edward aloud, "get up, get in line, I have something to ask you." The paupers got up, supported each other, and looked at Edward in horror, where several half-elven mercenaries on horseback and heavily armed, most of them were trembling.

Edward tugged at the corners of his mouth, his gaze swept over the crowd, and finally landed on the old man in the lead: "What's your name? How long have you been here, are you familiar with your surroundings?"

"I'm Hans, and some people call me Hans the Hammer. I've been living here for over forty years, and I've been a blacksmith, but my lord...... Oh, it was the previous lord who confiscated my workshop, so ......"

"Good. Think about it, and give it a good idea of how all the minerals, terrain, roads, beasts, or monsters are here...... Tell me everything you know. Edward didn't give him a chance to be verbose, and directly ordered, "I will let my people record it, and if the situation is true, I will give you four silver coins as a reward." ”

The old man's eyes immediately straightened a little, a silver coin may not be anything in Edward's eyes, but it is almost a guarantee of living here for three months.

So the half-elves began to listen to the old man's chatter, and exhaled, Edward shook his head, frowned at the timid civilians in front of him, and said, "Guys, you don't have much ability, but you should be able to run, right? Find me all the people I can find nearby. I'm going to give a lecture! Half an hourglass, and if you find it all, give each person a pound of black bread!"

This was obviously the greatest temptation, so almost in the blink of an eye, Edward was left with a pile of discarded footwraps and shoes...... Then a brass bell was struck with due attention.

But the villagers haven't gathered before some

"You xxxx's cheap bones, what's the bell ringing! Is your skin itching and you want to eat the whip?"

The twenty or so horsemen appeared before the villagers surrounded them in a daze—as if they had come from somewhere in the back hills, and drove away the villagers like a flock of sheep, and they soon noticed the strange guest: "Who are you? What are you doing here? Spread out a little, and unload your weapons for me! Don't you know that this is the territory of the Blackhawk family......?

His voice stopped abruptly as a cold snort was already ringing in his head. Let everyone shudder.

"I'm the lord here, who are you?"

“...... Lord, lord, you are mistaken, this is Blackhawk's direct territory, and I haven't heard of anyone being rewarded and becoming a lord here. The big man at the head trembled a little, but obviously the dress of Edward and his party was enough for them not to dare to make a mistake.

"Is there a second Burgundy near here?"

"Nope. ”

"Then that's right, who are you, if you are a local resident, then let me stand aside and obey the arrangement, otherwise, no private armed people are allowed in my territory, disarm yourself, and wait for me to fall in a while. Edward continued.

"Bastard, are you crazy? If you have no evidence, you dare to run and pretend to be the lord, and you don't see whose territory this is, brothers, give me ......"

The big man gritted his teeth and roared indignantly. At the same time, he reached for a cross bow at his waist, but he was not finished. Before he could raise his hand, he disappeared into a blazing blue bolt of lightning. Then there was a dull thud, like a hammer on meat, and then a rain of blood poured down in all directions! (To be continued......

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