Farming in the Magical World

Second-floor study, late at night!

Although many candles were lit in the room at the same time, the light was still not enough, so Lanny could only place the candlesticks as close to the desk as possible.

At this moment, he was sitting at his desk, sometimes frowning in deep thought, sometimes bending down to write a few strokes.

There were several more sheets of parchment in front of me. After my hand was covered with writing, I reached into the drawer to get a new one, but found nothing.

"Sigh! I wonder how things are going with Granny Mei. It's such a waste to keep using parchment."

In particular, he now not only has to draw various design drafts, but also write novels, which requires a lot of paper. However, he can't rush the research and development, which is a dilemma.

He hadn't noticed the inconveniences of living in a prosperous era, but coming to this ancient time brought him all sorts of troubles, causing him great distress.

He's been busy lately and often writes at night, but the candlelight isn't enough. Lighting too many candles would be wasteful, and if he gets too close, he's worried about burning his hair.

He was very worried that if this continued, he would soon become nearsighted, and he didn't even know if glasses for nearsightedness existed in the world.

The same goes for the paper. This parchment is no better than white paper. He doesn't know if it's because his nose is particularly sensitive or because the processing technology is indeed substandard, but he always feels that the paper has a fishy smell that keeps creeping into his nose.

Leaving aside the minor inconveniences of drawing with a quill pen and the hassle of getting dressed, what he found most unbearable was going to the toilet.

The toilet on the second floor is located on the side of the castle. Inside, there is a wooden chair with a hollow center, which can be sat on when you need to relieve yourself. It can be considered a prototype of a toilet.

That's not the point. The point is that there's no toilet under this chair, but rather a thick pipe, like a large chimney, leading directly to the ground floor.

Once someone goes to the toilet, it's practically like squatting suspended in mid-air on the second floor. Wow, if a gust of wind comes, the feeling is indescribably unpleasant.

Moreover, he remembered someone specifically mentioning the drawbacks of this type of toilet in ancient Western times: if there were an assassin, it would be an excellent ambush location, where someone could be shot upwards with a spear from below... Just thinking about it makes him nervous!

It seems we need to get a flush toilet installed, otherwise I'll be on edge every time I go to the toilet.

Sigh! Just thinking about the things he wanted to build made him realize he didn't have enough people on hand!

Squeak... ...

The sound of the study door suddenly opening startled Lanny from his busy work. He put down his quill, straightened his back, and looked up, but couldn't make out who it was because of the candlestick in front of him.

He initially thought it was Frank, but when he saw who it was, he was also taken aback. "Why are you here? I'll be there in a while, you go to sleep and don't wait for me!"

"Darling, are you still busy so late?" Tiffany walked behind Lanny, placed her hand on his shoulder, and gently massaged it. "Don't overwork yourself, the whole territory is counting on you!"

Tiffany's small hands were very soft, and the massage wasn't very forceful, but Lanny thoroughly enjoyed the gentleness. "Hehe, almost done! I'll rest when I'm done!"

"The Security Guard Training Manual, are you writing something for training?" Tiffany looked over Lanny's shoulder at the things on the table and asked curiously.

“Yes!” Lanny nodded, enjoying Tiffany’s massage with her eyes closed, her voice very soothing. “I talked to Uncle Tim tonight and found that there are still many things he doesn’t quite understand. I have to write them down! Otherwise, I’m afraid their training will have problems.”

"Darling, you're amazing!" She leaned down and gave Lanny a gentle kiss on the cheek, then curiously leaned out and picked up the manual on the table.

Feeling the touch of his lips on his face and hearing the lady's praise, Lanny's lips curled into a slight smile of pride, and even the fatigue in his body seemed to ease considerably.

For men, praise from their wives has a maximum comforting effect!

"Wow, is it that strict?" Tiffany looked at it for a while, somewhat amazed by its contents, and then looked at Lanny with concern. "With such high requirements, can the common people handle it?"

Have you ever heard the saying, "Sweat more in peacetime, bleed less in wartime"?

In reality, the content in his manual would only be at the level of a college student's military training in another world. It's just that here, everyone is used to the laziness and casualness of military servants, so it seems excessive to be strict with them.

In Lanny's view, this is actually a prejudice. If you compare this manual with the Cavaliers' training content, it's really nothing. It's just that it requires more detail.

“That’s true. I’ve seen knight training in the Earl’s castle before, and it seems even more grueling than this. You’d get beaten black and blue all the time.” Tiffany nodded, and after Lanny’s explanation, she felt that it really wasn’t such a big deal.

"Oh, what did you do every day back then? Like other noble ladies, did you attend parties and afternoon tea every day?"

Lanny suddenly realized that the two of them had never talked about her life in the Earl's castle. He became curious and pulled Tiffany onto his lap, whispering in her ear about her teenage life.

“A cocktail party? There might be some!” Tiffany rested her head on his neck, her eyes lost in memories.

She was the seventh daughter in the family. Normally, the youngest daughter should be more favored, but unfortunately, she was born to Count Einaud's mistress, who was a commoner.

Her mother was very beautiful when she was young, with blonde hair, big eyes, and long legs, just like her. One day, Count Eindhoven saw her and immediately became infatuated with her beauty. From then on, he relentlessly harassed her mother, eventually even pushing her grandfather into bankruptcy.

Under pressure to save her father, her mother reluctantly became the count's mistress.

At first, the count treated her very well, always obedient and careful, and the two enjoyed a sweet period of life together.

However, love fades with time, let alone lust at first sight.

Soon, with Tiffany's birth and the growth of her years, her mother's beauty gradually faded, and the Earl's care and love could no longer continue.

In addition, she was disliked by everyone in the castle, so she was kicked out of the castle when Tiffany was ten years old.

Although Tiffany was spared, it wasn't because the Count loved her so much, but simply because she carried the blood of the Einaud family. The Count wouldn't allow her to marry a commoner, as that would be a disgrace to the noble Einaud family bloodline.

Before she turned ten, she had her mother's protection, and the people in the castle didn't dare to openly bully her; only her six older brothers and sisters would humiliate and beat her. After her mother was driven out of the castle, the situation became very bad, and even the servants no longer respected her.

Therefore, she was not happy in the count's house. She spent most of her time reading in her room. The people in the castle only brought her harm and humiliation, and only books could give her comfort.

If she goes out occasionally, it's always because one of her older sisters is going to a cocktail party and she's just being there as an accompaniment.

Of course, a supporting role has to look like a supporting role. The older women will deliberately dress up to look ugly, firstly to highlight their own beauty, and secondly to get double the pleasure from watching this "bastard" make a fool of himself.

"Damn, why does this sound so familiar? Isn't this a Cinderella story? Is it real?" Lanny felt something was off as she listened to Tiffany's story.

“Cinderella? Who’s that?” Tiffany, of course, had no idea what Lanny was thinking. When Lanny said it was nothing, she stopped paying attention and continued to talk about her past life. She was very calm, as if none of this mattered to her.

At first, when her sister dragged her to the party, she thought her sister was being kind and taking her out for fun. After all, she was her own sister; blood was thicker than water, and she wouldn't harm her. She probably thought her sister was getting too bored in the castle and wanted her to get away for a while.

She was too kind-hearted; she didn't realize that her sisters weren't taking her out to cheer her up.

Until one party, she got into a conflict with another noblewoman and was splashed with wine by her. Not only did her sister not speak up for her, but she also joined the other woman in insulting her.

The cause was simply that he had bumped the other person's headdress askew.

Not long after, strange rumors began to circulate in Elfen City, saying that Tiffany was a crazy woman who only knew how to make a ruckus, had no manners, and no etiquette. As a result, the women in the noble circles would look at her with disgust, as if she were a plague.

After that, she rarely went to parties anymore.

"So, in Elfen, your wife is a skinny, ugly, and ill-mannered madwoman, hahaha... hahaha!" What started as a joke turned into a sob as he laughed, and a string of crystal tears rolled down his cheeks.

Seeing the tears on Tiffany's face, Lenny felt a pang of heartache. He gently wiped away her tears, tightened his embrace, and said softly, "Darling, it's okay, it's okay. Look, I'm a playboy, and you're a crazy woman, we seem like a pretty good match!"

"Pfft..."

Tiffany, who was already in tears and on the verge of sobbing, burst out laughing at his antics.

Lanny was stunned by her charming smile through her tears!

After a long while, Tiffany finally snapped out of her reverie, sat up straight, bit her lip, and began to explain why she had come that evening.

"Honey, you're so tired. Let me help you, okay?"

Lanny thought for a moment before speaking, "It won't work these next few days. Let's wait until things are on track. Once things are on track, you can take care of the kitchen for me!"

“Can’t it be now? You’ve been so busy lately. You have to meditate in the morning, watch the guards train in the late morning, and then go to Granny Mei’s place in the afternoon to watch her make that kind of paper. You’re still busy in the evenings, you have to write.” Tiffany gently stroked Lanny’s face and said softly with heartache, “Darling, you are a baron, not an iron man. I’m really worried.”

Lanny thought for a moment, but he was really reluctant to entrust the matter of meals to Tiffany, since it was closely related to his plans for the guard. Changing his mind, he patted Tiffany, signaling her to shift her position slightly, then opened a drawer and took out something.

"I'll keep an eye on the kitchen for now, and then I'll hand it over to you once it becomes a regular routine. But you can help me with this!"

"What is this?" Tiffany looked at the contents of the parchment with curiosity and read aloud in a low voice, "About the process of making soap... ...Soap? What's it for?"

"It's like the bubble grass used for bathing, something used for bathing and washing hands!" Lanny said with some pride. This soap was one of the few things he could remember clearly. Now that the castle was finally on the right track, they could figure out how to make it.

As for the bubble grass he mentioned, it is a natural cleaning plant that people usually use when taking a bath. This plant is somewhat similar to a four-leaf clover, but its leaves are much larger. When you add water and rub it, it will produce a lot of bubbles, so everyone calls it bubble grass.

"Since everyone has bubble grass, why bother making soap?" Tiffany looked at her husband strangely, really not understanding.

"Uh!" Lanny paused for a moment before saying, "This one works even better; it's very convenient for cleaning grease and dirt from hands and clothes."

"That's good. Dried soap leaves don't work very well in winter!" Tiffany nodded in agreement. Since it works better, and this soap shouldn't be seasonal, right?

However, when Lanny expressed her desire to make them and sell them, Tiffany couldn't understand. She looked at Lanny strangely and said, "But bubble grass is free! Who would buy this? Many of our people don't even have enough to eat. Would they spend money to take a bath?"

Tiffany felt that her husband seemed to be acting a little foolish again. Who would spend money to buy bath supplies when there are free things available?

Uh, Lanny was dumbfounded. Tiffany was right. In an era when everyone was starving, it was indeed unrealistic to expect people to spend money on taking a bath.

Do we have to go straight to making soap? Otherwise, how can we sell it to the nobility? Wealthy nobles don't need to use bubble tea; they use goat milk and flower petals. Soap just doesn't appeal to them.

However, he ultimately decided to make the soap first, and figure out how to make the scented soap later!