Transmigration of the bastard lord

The news that Hein Farm exchanged pastures for livestock dung quietly spread among the upper class. While the big shots were still weighing the pros and cons, the middle class who heard the clues couldn't sit still.

The Alfred family, whose only legitimate son was taken away, has always been very concerned about the movements of the Hein farm. After getting the news, old Alfred immediately talked with his wife in the middle of the night.On the one hand, I miss my son, and on the other hand, I really hope to have a relationship with the castle system; relatively speaking, the middle class, who do not have as many scruples as the big shots, met once under the leadership of old Alfred .

The fighting among the middle class may not be much milder than that of the upper class. After careful consideration, old Alfred selected families whose children had been taken away, and sent out invitation letters.

Only half of these people responded to the appointment. After drinking for three rounds, when old Alfred talked about the pasture transaction with the lord, even fewer people agreed.

Grass trading is not particularly exciting, and it is the most important thing to gain a relationship with the castle system; but the key point is that it is no secret to them that the lord performed "witchcraft" on the Hein farm Earl Frandy has the confidence to do this kind of thing that offends the Holy See, but they don't; so although this is an excellent opportunity to show favor to the lord, more people still choose to wait and see cautiously for the time being.

In the end, there were three families who were willing to "seek wealth and wealth and insurance"; except for old Alfred, the other two were his in-laws, and the other was Ge, who was in trouble with capital turnover and seemed to be still on the verge of bankruptcy. Lord Den Sol.

After spending a lot of time and effort, the result was that apart from his own in-law's family, he only found an alliance with a poor and settled family. Old Alfred was quite depressed.But the arrow is on the string, and we can only continue to work with confidence.After having a secret conversation with his brother-in-law and Baron Gordon Saul, old Alfred sent a letter of visit to Ms. Vivienne.

No matter how rumored that he is a prodigal son, the old Alfred, who is not particularly idiot in terms of political wisdom, still knows how to choose Ms. Vivienne, who has dealt with the purchase of the farm in the early stage, instead of presumptuously making a visit request to the lord .

Thanks to the smooth traffic after the road was repaired, old Alfred received a reply letter from Ms. Vivienne that day.Early the next morning, the three gentlemen got into the carriage and went to visit Ms. Vivienne at Hein Farm.

They rode in the carriage of the Alfred family. Old Alfred held the title of viscount. Although his family fortune had declined in recent decades, he was still able to use the standard carriage of the viscount.

The road newly built by the lord is wide and level, and the carriage runs smoothly; but when he thinks that his son is one of the hard laborers in building the road, old Alfred can't be happy at all.Baron Gordon Saul, who was in the same car, also had a grim expression. His son was not the kind of prodigal son. On the contrary, he might be the hope of revitalizing the family.Who knew that on that damned "dark day", little Sol, who was working hard, ran into the vigilante security team just after taking a breather on the street.

After driving for more than an hour in the dull waiting, the carriage gradually approached the Hein Farm.From afar, the alfalfa field almost reaching the skyline blinded the dogs of the three gentlemen.The criss-crossing farmlands, the deep and wide canals, and the farmers buried in the fields, this is a very good rural scene; but the sad thing is that instead of growing food in those fields, they are all used for planting grass.

The corners of Gordon Saul's eyes twitched as he was a little financially distressed. He couldn't help imagining how great benefits such a "rich" large piece of land would bring if those lush pastures were replaced with crops.After lamenting for a while the lord's prodigal family, he couldn't help admiring the legendary earl. Even pastures can be planted so well. No wonder he can grow 10,000+ catties of vegetables with dozens of acres of vegetable fields.

The first crop of alfalfa fields with a yield of less than a thousand catties per mu made Fu Youguang extremely depressed, but in the eyes of these natives, it was indeed remarkable.After all, the way they plant pastures completely forgo healing, just sow the seeds in the wild and wait for the harvest.

Lacking modern agricultural tools, harvesting is rather slow.As the carriage got closer, he could still see the hay piles gradually piling up on the edge of the field.Now that there are no surplus carriages, the tools for transporting these pastures have been replaced by wooden carts with two wheels.The serfs in all dark blue overalls were busy in an orderly manner, stacking bales of pasture on the carts.

The old god Alfred, who was a prodigal himself, sat on the ground without moving, still thinking about how to flatter Ms. Vivienne for a while; his wife and brother and Gordon Saul couldn't sit still, and pulled Looking out the car window.

Old Alfred's brother-in-law Kim Roger, who is still considered an industrialist, and Gordon Saul, who has broken his heart for the revival of the family, are not idiots who don't know anything.Just the fur that is visible now is enough to make them feel abnormal: the lush pasture in the field is nothing more than that, maybe the "magic" of the lord has such an inestimable ability; but so many wide and deep The canals, the smooth country roads, and especially the serfs who are very focused on their work and look energetic and tidy in their uniforms are all very wrong.

Even if there is no farm at home, it is impossible not to have seen a farmer.It is impossible for a free peasant farmer who owns the land to work in such a well-dressed manner, let alone a serf who has always been disheveled in people's impression?

The middle class who have industrial experience hardly have any good feelings for the people at the bottom.For them, laziness and stupidity are synonymous with the people at the bottom. They will not go to work until the whip falls on them, and they will hide and be lazy if the supervision is a little lax.Occasionally, when I am in a good mood, I will be rewarded with a few coins, and I will immediately run to spend them when I turn around.The two gentlemen would never believe that the serfs bought the clothes themselves.

...Could it be that the lord distributed it to them?The two gentlemen thought in unison.If this is the case, then this lord is really a prodigal.If putting on clothes could make the serfs work hard, the two gentlemen would imitate without hesitation; but they knew very well that even if they did this, their serfs would just turn around and sell the clothes for wine.These people worked so hard and focused that it was beyond their imagination.Perhaps this is also one of the effects of the lord's strange "magic", the two gentlemen can only understand it in this way.

Selina was wearing a straw hat, presiding over the harvesting work, and at the same time listening to the report from Miss Secretary Mary: "The livestock manure from our ranch has been taken away by Brenda from the fertilizer company. She said that the earl I said that cow and horse manure is the best feed for raising earthworms... The pig manure provided by the breeding company has been mixed with plant ash to start retting, but it is obviously not enough. Our hope seems to be on Mark..."

Selina wiped off her sweat, and the plaster on her hands made her face ugly, but she didn't realize it: "Is Nina willing to call someone for Mark? Now Mark can't find anyone in the city. Labeled as demons, dark forces, whatever."

Mary looked embarrassed: "Mrs. Rose and Vivienne are here... Although Nina agrees to call people, you also know that our farm doesn't have much manpower left."

"...Hey, I'm beginning to agree with Ren's idea, why don't we make a big arrest again? Those guys in the engineering team were terrified of us at first, but now they don't just work honestly and get paid , I can’t even push it away.” Selina gritted her teeth and complained.

Mary covered her mouth with a smile and said: "...Whoever has eaten steamed buns would go home and eat bread? Today's breakfast of pickles with steamed buns is really good. Although the count talked about table diplomacy and food policy, I didn't listen to it. Yes, but it makes sense."

"Well, it's really good to make green vegetables like that. The taste is so delicious that you can't stop. The count said that this method can keep green vegetables for a long time. I want to send some back to the tribe to try." Selina nodded repeatedly, completely confused I didn't realize the topic went off track.

"I heard from Sally that when the Earl taught pickled vegetables, he mentioned that beans can be delicious too..." Mary had completely forgotten what the topic was at the beginning.The two ladies were chattering, not paying attention to a carriage marked with the Viscount's family crest speeding past on the avenue behind them.

Kim Roger and Gordon Saul sat back in their seats. If they were only tentative at first, they have now seriously considered the possibility of following the lord.Roger's family is a nouveau riche family. Although their family is thriving now, they are not regarded very highly in the vanity fair of Amp City. As for the Sol family, if they can't repay the usury loan before the end of the year, they will have to be reduced to selling land. the point.Others are afraid of "witchcraft" like tigers, but they don't necessarily see it; not to mention the cheapness of pasture trading, if their own farm can be taught by the lord, it can be so prosperous...

In the face of interests, so-called beliefs usually give way.

The dilapidated housing area on the outskirts of the farm was still the residence of employees of various companies before the staff dormitory was built.On the east side of the main road, a simple thatched shed was built, and Mr. Bingley, the pastor who was freed from the work of earthworm farming, was sitting in the church and receiving people who came to see the doctor in line.

If Mr. Bingley had been asked to treat these lowly serfs and farmers half a month ago, Mr. Pastor would have found all kinds of excuses to shirk, or simply perfunctory.But after the "hell" of working in a terrarium, Mr. Bingley was overwhelmed with gratitude for the ease of being able to put on clean clothes and unleash bright magic.Especially now that the weather is getting warmer and the breeding facility is about to start preparing for raising maggots...

Rather than dealing with bugs, Mr. Bingley is still more willing to contact these employees who have enough energy to clean themselves up.The total number of employees of each company plus the engineering team has exceeded the [-] mark, and there are still some daily injuries.Mr. Bingley, who no longer puts on airs of being superior to others, can cope with the injuries caused by accidents in these jobs with ease.

The holy light of bright magic gradually dissipated. The girl who accidentally scratched a hideous wound on her arm while harvesting grass looked at her healed wound in amazement. The surprise and gratitude made the girl sitting behind the consultation table Mr. Bingley was quite pleased with himself.Well, Bentley didn’t realize that the current self would be happy because of the gratitude of the untouchables. It’s because he, who has a low working ability, has received too many pity looks at the breeding grounds…

"The next one." Mr. Bingley yelled quite proudly, and a construction worker behind the girl hurriedly smiled flatteringly, carefully sat down on the stool in front of the consultation table, respectfully He stretched out his hand, which was injured by the brick.

The old hats who have never seen the magic of light in their life, worship this Mr. Pastor who can heal wounds by chanting sentences lightly.The thatched hut with the sign of "Bentley Hospital" erected temporarily by the Earl has gained more prestige than the cafeteria in a very short period of time.Bentley, who had been sitting in the clinic for more than an hour, was already sweating on his forehead, but the unreserved reverence and respect that the crowd exuded for him really made him feel so elated that he didn't want to shout tired.I really want that woman Brenda to see how she is so respected and popular, Mr. Bingley, who has always regarded the kindness of the secretary of the fertilizer company as a shame, thought triumphantly.

The carriage that drove into the farm naturally saw the huts lined up, and the sharp-eyed Kim Roger seemed to see a guy in a white robe sitting inside.It's just that the speed of the carriage was rushed under the urging of old Alfred, and he missed the angle that could be seen clearly in a blink of an eye.Kim Roger, who was consciously dazzled, shook his head, how could people from the Holy See sit in such a vulgar place.

Gradually passing through the dilapidated housing area, the farm was eerily quiet before lunch break.After approaching the square, the busy figures of the cafeteria staff preparing lunch added a little vitality to the farm.The several large sheds connected together obviously had no sense of beauty at all, and the rather elegant old Viscount Alfred covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief contemptuously.

"Stop! Stop!" Two young men came out of a low shed, and one of them yelled immediately when he saw the two horned horses pulling the carriage that was rushing forward.The coachman hesitated for a moment, and since his master was silent, he swung his whip again.

"Stop! Can't you hear me?! Stop!" The young man who made the sound seemed to be angry, and trotted towards the direction of the carriage, waving his arms vigorously.

Old Alfred saw from the window that it was a young man wearing strange blue clothes like those serfs working in the fields who was bluffing, and was immediately displeased.But thinking that this was the lord's farm, he held back his anger and shouted to his coachman, "Stop."

The coachman yanked the reins, and the carriage rushed more than ten meters before stabilizing the forward trend.At this time, the lady who heard the movement also walked out of the garlic shed, and glanced at the strange carriage suspiciously. Feeling that something was wrong, she immediately looked along the rut line behind the carriage, and then exclaimed: "My onion !!"

Old Alfredra opened the door, and was about to see what the young man was yelling, when he saw a man and a woman in the same blue clothes running towards the back of the carriage without looking this way.

On the left side of the road entering the square, there is a small triangular "grassland" with narrow terrain.Because the viscount's carriage was too large and too fast, the wheels went beyond the road when driving, and the small triangle-shaped "grass" was rolled out with dazzling ruts.

The author has something to say: Little Theater

Daniel, who loves tofu with shallots very much

Daniel: ... [with half-open mouth staring at the "corpse" of those green elves who don't know how many plates of tofu mixed with shallots can be made, then flew into a rage, turned to stare at the carriage.

Calm down, Daniel.