Chapter 7: Well, a Little Weak

"Hey, old man. It's so cold, why don't you stay at home to keep warm? What are you doing?" In order to show his closeness to the people, Luther dismounted, passed the guards, asked the people to stand up first, and then asked an old man among the people.

The old man had silver hair, cheeks like dead wood, and traces of time all over his body.

It is estimated that he has never seen the world, and has never been treated so kindly by the noble master. The old man was a little at a loss.

This old man is like this, let alone the others.

And this is also the situation of ordinary people in this era. Facing the noble masters who are high above, the common people all lack confidence.

And Pompeii Territory is relatively good. More noble territories are mostly numb common people.

Luther felt that this must change. The people of Pompeii Territory must be confident. They must become strong, confident, optimistic, and united around the flag of the Pompeii family.

Yeah.

"Did you bring dry food?" Luther turned around and asked Xiu Xiuya.

"Yes." Xiu Xiuya was a little confused about the purpose of this young master Luther, but he was a taciturn person, just like his father Magellan.

In fact, this is the family education of the Iron Horse Clan, do more and talk less.

This is the important reason why the Iron Horse Clan has always been the confidant of the Pompeii family. So after Xiu Xiuya answered, he immediately took out a piece of wheat cake from the back pocket of the horse.

Luther handed the wheat cake to the old man very kindly, and then said with a smile: "Old man, don't be nervous, I just say hello and ask by the way."

After a pause, Luther smiled and introduced himself: "My name is Luther, Pompeii, the eldest son of Golden Lion Sol."

The old man and his companions were not too surprised that Luther revealed his identity, because the noble masters and young masters of Pompeii Territory all had the surname Pompeii.

It's just that this one has just been promoted to a junior knight, the next generation of the Pompeii family, Young Master Luther.

A flash of realization flashed through the hearts of the people.

The Pompeii family still had a high reputation in Pompeii, and Luther's attitude finally eased the embarrassment between the two sides.

In addition, the old man had lived to such an old age, and he still had some knowledge. The old man thanked Master Luther and hid the wheat cake in the pocket of his clothes.

It was very difficult to have a bite to eat in this season, and the old man's family was not rich, so he planned to take it back for his little grandson to eat.

"Go back to Master Luther, we are the residents of the Sixth Village, because there is not enough salt in the village, and spring is coming soon, some farm tools are abandoned, so we plan to go to the blacksmith shop and grocery store near the castle to buy salt and farm tools."

The old man's voice was a little stumbling at first, and he was still very entangled with Master Luther's identity, but soon it became smooth.

"So that's it." Luther showed a look of sudden realization. Salt is a necessity, and it is a business monopolized by the Pompeii family. Farm tools represent the future.

No wonder these villagers are still on the road in this winter.

"God of Harvest, I hope next year will be a good year." Luther first blessed, and then said to the old man: "The weather is so cold, I won't delay the old man, go and come back quickly."

"Thank you, Master Luther." The old man hurriedly thanked, and then left quickly with a group of villagers.

It was like running away. It was really a contact with the noble master, and my heart was beating hard.

Yeah.

But this Master Luther is really kind. Although the Lord of Golden Lion Sol is not a tyrannical lord, compared with Master Luther, Master Luther is still kinder.

Pompeii's family is really good, hey.

The old man thought in his heart.

A drop of water makes a river, and a little bit of kindness will sooner or later become a towering reputation. Luther simply expressed his attitude of being close to the people and planted the seeds. The future harvest will definitely be great.

Luther glanced at the backs of the villagers of the sixth village leaving, smiled slightly, and then got on the horse again and continued to patrol his territory.

But as he continued to move forward, Luther frowned slightly.

The road is not easy to walk on.

The road near the castle is very flat. It should be that the Pompeii family sent people to repair it to maintain the dignity of the nobility. But it is only a section of the road. The farther away from the castle, the harder it is to walk.

The heavy snow a few days ago turned into water stains, making the road very muddy and difficult to walk on.

If you want to be rich, build roads first.

Luther thought it would be great if there was cement, so that he could build a smooth cement road. Of course, Luther also knew that cement could not be invented all at once.

So before that, it would be good to repair the land first.

In addition to the land, the environment also made Luther frown frequently.

On both sides of the road, even in the middle. There are traces of feces everywhere, most of which are livestock feces, and a small part should be human feces.

Luther was very strange.

There is a saying that goes well, this fertile water does not flow to outsiders' fields. And most of the free people in Pompeii's territory are farmers. How can they bear to let feces fall on the road.

Not only is it a loss of property, but it is also dirty and unsanitary.

"Why is there human feces on the road? Why don't they go to their own toilets?" Luther turned around and asked Xiu Xiuya.

Xiu Xiuya was silent for a moment. Although he was not a noble, he had been a servant with Luther since he was a child and basically grew up in the castle.

He had never thought about this question.

After thinking for a while, Xiu Xiuya said: "Perhaps there is internal anxiety, and ordinary people do not have the respect of nobles, so they defecate everywhere."

At this point, Xiu Xiuya showed doubts, "Why in the toilet? Farmers generally don't have toilets in their homes, only toilets."

Luther was speechless. Isn't it common sense that feces is put into the toilet and then fermented to fertilize the fields?

Luther quickly realized that this common sense was in the previous life, but this is a different world, and the common sense may not be common sense anymore.

Damn, that's a bit convoluted, but that's what it means.

Luther thought for a while and asked Xiu Xiuya: "Where is the feces in our castle? How is it dealt with?"

Xiu Xiuya was a little embarrassed, but he was an honest child, so he shook his head and admitted: "I don't know."

"Does any of you know?" Luther asked, looking around at the ten elite soldiers.

One of the capable, but short warriors came out. Luther knew that this was the captain of this small group of elite warriors, named Bovey.

Because as a commoner, he has no knightly secret skills. So he can only be an ordinary warrior, but he is physically capable and fights very bravely. He is a high-level elite warrior.

Among the guards, the prestige is also very high.

"Master Luther, all the feces in the castle are collected and transported to the Eastern Forest." Bovey told Luther.

"Why should it be transported to the forest?" Luther became even more confused.

"The feces is really dirty, and mosquitoes are easy to breed in the summer. Of course, the farther it is transported, the better." Bowie replied matter-of-factly.

Luther held his forehead with his hand, it was too hard to communicate with them. Finally, Luther asked: "Do you know anything about farming? Do the farmers in the territory have the habit of fertilizing their fields with manure?"

Well, I didn’t know that feces needs to be fermented before it can be used.

Pointed out by readers.

I will revise from this chapter. Please forgive me if there are any mistakes or omissions.