8mi Chapter 5 Serfs Also Have Something to Say
Chapter 5 Serfs Also Have Something to Say
Wade felt a little itchy.
He suddenly looked at the old man standing on the monster's back, still high above, but with a calm expression.
There was no comment whatsoever on the scene of the serfs talking freely without permission, nor any sign of the whip being drawn.
Wade must have found the courage from who-knows-where.
Suddenly, he raised his hand.
"Master...Master."
"Didn't you just say that you get a few work points for a day's work, and those work points can be exchanged for a kilogram of grain?"
Done.
He stared intently at the master, and the other serfs suddenly fell silent, under the expectant gazes of everyone.
The old man's lips moved.
他 说:
—Yes.
...
This vocabulary was like a floodgate being opened, causing a torrent of discussion to erupt.
It also brought an unprecedented gleam to the numb eyes of the serfs.
"Is it true!?"
"This is a treatment only given on harvest day, did I hear that right?"
"Good heavens! Does this mean that as long as we work hard, we'll have enough to eat?"
"By the Goddess of Light, my suffering has finally been rewarded!!"
They toiled and farmed with other lords their whole lives, and most of the time they could only get two pieces of black bread and a small bowl of wheat bran each day, which together wouldn't even amount to a pound.
They only receive extra supplies during planting and harvesting to replenish their energy and prevent them from missing the planting season.
The new lord actually said that one kilogram of food could be obtained every day!
...
Wade's heart pounded wildly.
He forced himself to calm down and seriously considered whether there were any traps involved.
Yes.
He still felt that this was just the new lord exploiting people in a different way.
Sudden.
He recalled the first lord, who had promised to provide a pound of grain every day, but in the end said that the serfs had to provide their own clothes and farm tools.
This is ridiculous!
A single iron hoe costs a full fifty copper coins; you have to save up your food rations for a month to afford it!
He was so hungry that he ate a few extra bites of the grain that was distributed, which caused him to not save enough money to buy farm tools and delay his farming work.
because of this.
His white buttocks turned into a spotted buttocks.
When it comes to torturous creativity, these lords were all little genius inventors!
...
But...
One kilogram!
Wade took a deep breath and raised his hand again to ask:
"Merciful sir!"
"Besides labor, what other price do we have to pay to obtain this one kilogram of grain?"
For example...
"Will we need to prepare our own farm tools in the future?"
The noisy procession immediately quieted down. All eyes were focused on the new master.
indeed.
If you have to prepare other necessities for living and farming yourself, then that kilogram of grain will ultimately amount to nothing.
Some people are speculating.
Does this kilogram of grain include the seed grain? If so, then there's basically not much left.
or...
Is this kilogram of dry food, or is it just black bread soaked in cold water until it swells up? If so, then it's more than just a kilogram!
Wade was very nervous.
Because he made eye contact with the master.
But this time.
He did not look away.
Whether it's true or false, he wants to confirm it as soon as possible, even if it means getting a beating.
The master spoke:
"Idiot, if I don't provide farm tools, are you going to dig the soil with your bare hands?"
...
These words carried the unique arrogance of lords, but they instantly provoked a deafening uproar among the serfs!
Some people were so excited that they trembled all over, and some even couldn't help but wipe away tears.
it is true!
It turned out to be true!
It's true that I eat one kilogram of grain every day; there are no other stringent conditions!
Wade's eyes also turned red.
He pinched his thigh hard, and the intense pain made him realize that this was not a dream!
He nudged the deaf man next to him.
"Hey, hey..."
"What's our new master's name again?"
"His name seems to be Richard."
"The deaf man is no longer deaf," Wade laughed heartily.
May Lord Richard live a long life!
...
Richard looked at the jubilant serfs below and secretly shook his head.
There was a thousand kilograms of rye in the team. Didn't they have any idea that it was prepared for them?
My teeth aren't good, so I can't eat these coarse grains.
Moreover, this is the time for land reclamation.
Construction is more important than farming. If we don't feed them, how will they have the strength to carry out construction?
Moreover.
Although rye is rich in starch and protein, it is not very oily, so one kilogram a day is not much.
He had originally planned to create a daily outstanding serf award to give out extra work points and further motivate their work enthusiasm.
Now it seems...
Let's talk about it later.
Rewards are necessary, but they should never be excessive; this is something he learned from several bosses when he worked for others.
The first boss was quite shady; he only knew how to make empty promises and then coax you into believing how delicious and healthy the food was, how it would warm your stomach.
The second boss was a little better. He would bring the pancake to you so you could smell it, then pat you on the shoulder and encourage you to work hard so you could eat it sooner.
The third boss was a good boss. He would cut the pancake into more than a dozen pieces and give you one of them as a reward every now and then.
This was also the company where Richard worked the longest; if he hadn't had to leave for some reason, he would have been willing to work there for his entire life.
As for the fourth boss...
How so?
He actually serves you a whole piece of bread and lets you eat as much as you want, expecting you to be grateful and work for him. He's more naive than a female college student.
Sure enough, the company went bankrupt for no apparent reason. The cause was unknown; it could be that the employees were foolish and didn't have much money, or it could be due to competition from rivals.
Say something.
Richard was still grateful to the fourth boss.
It was his piece of cake.
I've finally saved enough money to go home and raise pigs.
and so.
He planned to learn from his third boss.
...
Once these hundred serfs have been properly trained, we'll find a pretext to promote them all to free citizens.
No matter what.
These people were among the first to follow him in reclaiming the wasteland. Even if they didn't make any great contributions, they certainly put in a lot of hard work, so he should definitely give them a way out in the future.
Serfs are cheap anyway, only one silver coin each, and you can just buy more when you run out.
and.
For a territory to prosper, it must have free citizens who can trade with each other, allowing the economy to circulate and attracting more people from outside.
After all, no free man would want to go to a territory that only has lords and serfs.
Who knows if the lords here enjoy dirty tricks and use some means to exploit free people into serfs?
Furthermore.
With the help of the system, Chiffon doesn't need so many serfs; just three or five free people engaged in farming can support a hundred people.
Others either mined or forged iron, or engaged in construction; those with some ability were trained as warriors to defend the territory.
With the addition of newly purchased serfs, Chiffon Territory was able to develop into a large and respectable territory in the shortest possible time.
These ones.
He had planned all of this on his way here.
He didn't know if this was the optimal solution, but at least he had a general direction and wouldn't be completely clueless.