Chapter 234

early morning.

The noble District of vistock slowly drove out of a convoy, which soon left the city gate under the escort of soldiers.

Out of the city gate, the carriage first drove a distance on the Boulevard, and then turned into a country road.

Township road is far from the main road, spacious, there are many branches, and there are several up and down ramps. The motorcade walked and stopped, turning continuously and moving very slowly. The branches on both sides of the road scraped against the carriage wall and made a rustling sound. Victor wanted to see the scenery outside the window, but he had to give up.

The carriage went on like this for two quarters of an hour and finally stopped. Victor opened the window and looked at the neat green fields.

In the season of the earth, everything recovers, the spring returns, the crops in the farmland grow happily, and the green wheat seedlings fluctuate with the wind, rippling green ripples in this boundless field. In addition to the wheat field, it is alfalfa. The new alfalfa is like a green carpet paved in the fertile field, and the dotted little yellow flowers are the decoration on the carpet. Not far away is a farm. Somehow, a calf broke through the fence and rushed onto the green blanket to have fun. The farmer flustered and threw away his hay fork, chased the calf's rear hoof, and scolded and dragged the "moo" and "moo" back to the cowshed.

Last year's hay was left over. Now is not the time for cattle to spoil the grass.

Victor took Judy's little hand, stepped out of the carriage, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He likes the breath of nature and civilization very much.

"Victor, Judy, this is where I'm taking you." The Duke of Wellington paced over. After they saluted him, he said to victor, "the gift is right behind the manor."

"The south central part of the Kingdom covers an area of 100000 square kilometers, and our Wellington family occupies a territory of 57000 square kilometers. We have reclaimed 32 million mu of cultivated land on the plains on both sides of the brino River, and the cultivated land area in the whole south central part exceeds 65 million mu, which is the second largest grain producing area of the kingdom."

Duke Wellington pointed to the manor and said, "this manor manages 20000 mu of farmland, including 6000 mu of wheat field, 10000 mu of grass field and..." Just then, a stocky man led a group of people to meet him in a hurry.

"Lord Wellington! Good day!"

The stocky man trotted over to kneel down to the Duke of Wellington. Some of the men and women behind him knelt down and some bowed down. Their voices were very neat. It was not difficult to find that they had received strict military training.

The Duke of Wellington nodded at the man and said to victor, "Haroon, master of Tarn manor. My vassal."

"My generous and kind Master! Your visit brightens the Tann manor. It's my great honor to touch your footprints!" The man stood up and said loudly. His voice was so loud that half the manor could hear him.

"Come on, Harlan, even the skylark will be stunned by your numb voice!" A young knight beside the Duke scolded the manor owner.

"Oh, noble and handsome young master Dacromet, please forgive old Harry for not seeing you. It's because your light is so dazzling that it blinds old Harry." The Lord of Harryn manor changed the object of flattery to the Duke's successor. "In order to express my most sincere apology, I have prepared two ponies for you. I guarantee that they are the purest Karez horses."

"Really?!" Dacromet's eyes suddenly lit up. He wanted to see the pure blood Carles foal now, but he saw his father's dignified eyes and withdrew his steps, "well, old Harry, you get those two foals ready and I'll take them back when I leave."

"My dear young master Dacromet, I just asked my servant to take the two Colts out for a walk. Look... Or I'll let my purest and most beautiful little daughter Susanna send the two Carles Colts to your residence tonight." Harrien rubbed his hands in fear, but the rolling eyes exposed his real intention.

The scene in front of us is a gimmick. As Marquis goron said, the vassal system makes knights and nobles mixed with too many mortal blood. Isn't the eldest son of Duke Wellington a pure blood stallion in Harry's eyes? However, the little snow-white hand on his arm made Victor unhappy. He was no better.

The Duke of Wellington couldn't bear to see it. He said to Harry, "these are my most distinguished guests, viscount Randall and Viscount Judy."

"Good day, viscount Randall. May your glory shine. Good day, viscount Judy. May your beauty last forever." Harien bowed to victor and Judy.

The manor owner, who was good at flattery, was like a different person. He was respectful and unassuming. Victor couldn't help looking at him more.

Harrien was almost half a hundred years old, with bright eyes, thick and strong body, thick muscles and knots on his arms, and thick calluses between his fingers and palms. More than a dozen men and women behind Harry are his relatives and nephews. The men are all powerful and have the same temperament. The women are dignified and generous. Obviously, they have received a good education. One of the girls with outstanding beauty is looking at the heir of Duke Wellington affectionately. She should be Harry's little daughter Susanna.

Victor could not help but envy. What he lacked now was a loyal and reliable vassal who could fight bravely, organize production.

"Let's go to the farmland in the back." The Duke of Wellington led the crowd to the manor.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. As he walked along, the Duke of Wellington said, "Harry's family has worked for our Wellington family for generations. 12 of his brothers, nephews and nephews serve in the army. There are more than 600 free civilian employees in his farm, offering an average of 150 sheep, 40 cattle, 5 horses and 700000 pounds of food every year."

"My Lord, there are 400000 pounds of cow and sheep milk, more than 200 geese, more than 400 chickens, goose eggs..."

The Duke of Wellington glared back at the salivating harrien and continued: "harrien also managed a village for me with more than 1100 people, more than 1000 migrant workers, trained 400 militia, and controlled 300 square kilometers of territory for me. The annual worship of that village is twice that of this manor."

What to be proud of! In a few years, the population and output of any village will be several times that of you!

Victor, with a sour heart and an elegant smile on his face, looked at the manor as he walked.

The manor is not big or small. It can accommodate almost 1000 people. Behind the blackened iron oak fence, there are several high arrow towers. The houses are neatly repaired, but they are all civil structures. Several smooth haired hounds came out of the alley. As soon as they barked, they were stopped by Haroon's men. Victor also noticed that harien and his family were well dressed, and the women were wearing jewelry.

This is a rich vassal family! Victor could not help but have more confidence in the green brick Trade.

After arriving at the manor, there is also a large area of farmland with vegetables, melons and fruits. One of the dwarf trees is particularly conspicuous. These one person tall spiny trees are very similar to fruit trees, but they hang not fruits but pods. Victor visually observed that 3000 mu of farmland in 4000 mu were planted with 20 dwarf trees per mu.

"Victor, this is my present for you." The Duke of Wellington came up to a dwarf tree and said with a smile.

"What are these, my lord?" Asked victor.

"Prickly kidney beans." Wellington picked a pod and handed it to victor. He said, "this kind of bean is edible. The yield of each plant is 30 pounds."

Pods are similar to broad beans on earth, but they are longer. Victor peeled the pods, and the green beans inside were round, about the size of broad beans. Crushing the beans, Victor felt that the water was similar to broad beans.

"600 pounds of beans per mu? Very good!" Victor said happily.

"600 pounds per mu per month." The Duke of Wellington added.

"What!? did I hear you right, my lord? Every month? Not every year!?" Victor looked at the Duke of Wellington in disbelief. He was sure he wouldn't hear wrong. That was the Duke's slip of the tongue, saying that every year was a month.

"Victor, you heard me right, and I was right. It's 600 pounds per mu per month." The Duke of Wellington nodded very definitely and said, "this kind of prickly kidney bean is picked once a month. After a month, it grows again and can be picked again. From the second month of the ground season to the end of the third month of the fire season, the prickly kidney bean can be picked continuously for five months, with an annual output of 3000 pounds per mu."

3000 pounds of beans per mu?! This is a divine thing!

Victor took a backward breath of air conditioning. The common people's food is mainly wheat porridge and black bread, supplemented by beans, vegetables, nuts and a small amount of meat and dairy products, of which beans account for more than 30%. These legumes include black beans, peas, and wild beans, as well as the most nutritious kidney beans. However, kidney beans are refined feed for war horses, and the price is higher than that of wheat. Regardless of the nutritional value of thorn kidney bean, this exaggerated yield alone doubled its value. It can be said that compared with the prickly kidney beans of the Duke of Wellington, Victor's new farming and animal husbandry system is a joke. You know, the beans growing from these trees obviously don't need to be sown every year!

After Victor exclaimed, he had great doubts.

Why hasn't such a magical crop been popularized? The world doesn't pay attention to patents or intellectual property protection laws. Even if the Duke of Wellington strictly guarded against the free people from taking out the seeds, he could not withstand the pressure of the church and the royal family.

Victor thought for a moment and asked, "Duke, how long does it take for the thorn kidney bean tree to mature? How long does it die? Or does it have any special requirements for the land? Or... What defects does it have?"

"The prickly kidney bean tree can grow in a year and can be sown at any time. It needs to be replanted after 10 years, otherwise it will be toxic." The Duke of Wellington explained to victor, "this crop is the painstaking work of four generations of scholars in our Wellington family. We improved the poisonous thorn beans and it took 127 years to successfully cultivate edible thorn kidney beans."

"This kind of bean has some defects. First of all, prickly kidney beans can't raise cattle, sheep and horses, but humans can eat them, and wild boars will steal them. Second, prickly kidney beans should be eaten after picking them. If they are eaten after more than 20 days, it will lead to diarrhea and even poisoning, even if they are dried in the sun." The Duke of Wellington shook his head with regret.

Victor suddenly realized. For the Lord, the value of crops that can neither raise livestock nor store is only for civilians to eat, to be exact, for displaced people to eat. The Lord not only couldn't make money from planting thorn kidney beans, but also attracted the refugees. Of course, they were unwilling to promote this crop.

However, planting kidney beans can effectively protect the natural resources of the territory and avoid poaching by refugees. The Wellington family relies on this crop to ensure the sustainable development of the territory, and the refugees live a stable life in the central and southern part of the country and are naturally unwilling to leave. With the increasing number of refugees, the Wellington family had to expand the planting area of prickly kidney beans, which led to the repeated reduction of the planting area of wheat and pasture, and the interests of the Lords, vassals and collar people were damaged.

The Wellington family fell into a vicious circle. Other families saw it and were afraid. Who dared not plant thorn kidney beans?

Is this a curse? But I really want it!

Victor frowned and mused, and the Duke of Wellington was very upset. He had firmly believed that Victor would not refuse to stab kidney beans, but now he was a little uncertain.

Victor turned to look at Renault and shack around him. He smiled and said, "Duke, I like your gift very much!"

So the Duke of Wellington smiled, the knight of Dacromet smiled, Haroon smiled, and the Duke's guard smiled. When everyone laughed, Renault and shack involved facial muscles and showed a very standard smile.