Pompeii Castle, in Old Sol's study.

Old Sol sat on the chair, veins on his forehead showing, his face looked a little ugly. It seemed that he was holding back something, and finally couldn't hold it back anymore.

He cursed, "You prodigal son, you must not only liberate the serfs in your territory, but also the serfs you purchase in the future. This is a waste of gold coins."

That's right. Luther just mentioned to Old Saul what he wanted to do, but it didn't go so smoothly.

Old Thor wanted to endure it after hearing this, but he still couldn't help but get angry.

If Old Thor got angry, Luther might have been a little scared when he first came here. After all, Old Thor's iron fist of love was not to be trifled with.

A meal of stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots can make him want nothing more.

But now Luther was not afraid at all.

He is the one who makes the family prosperous, the next generation of Pompeii Knights, and a treasure. So Luther patted his chest and vowed, "Don't worry, Dad, this money will never be lost in vain. As long as you do what I say, you can earn it back, and make a lot of money."

After hearing this, Old Thor actually believed it a little.

There is no other way, I really have to believe it. Look at what this next generation of Pompeii knights did, they made great achievements in agriculture, and Pompeii's tax revenue in the future must have been huge.

With great success in business, Pompeii wine brought in unimaginable profits.

Old Saul used to be very prestigious in front of his son's family. Of course, in Luther's eyes, he was strict and old-fashioned, and there was always a serious family atmosphere.

Old Saul is the undisputed head of the family.

It's ok now.

Faced with such an outstanding successor like Luther, old Thor has gradually lost his prestige.

Look and look.

It is obvious that selling serfs is against the gold coins, but what he said has shaken me.

Finally, Old Sol sighed, as if his body was hollowed out, and waved his hand feebly, saying, "Anyway, the Pompeii family will be yours from now on. Whether it loses or wins, you can do whatever you want with it."

The jar is broken.

Anyway, I don’t know how to run a territory.

It's all your stupid son's fault.

"Thank you, Dad." Luther showed a bright smile on his face, then he quickly walked out of the study and went to discuss the next issue with Lelouch.

In the city hall, inside Lelouch's office.

After hearing the exact news from Luther, Lelouch was still very surprised, because in his impression, old Thor was a strict and old-fashioned guy.

Such an obvious wasteful behavior was actually approved.

Then, Lelouch looked at Luther thoughtfully again, and realized something in his heart: the younger one was too outstanding and the older one had already given up power.

But that's a good thing.

Old Sol was a lord who didn't know how to manage his territory, but now that he has completely handed over power to Luther, they can do whatever they want without having to worry about Old Sol interfering at the critical moment.

No matter which world it is, I’m not afraid of god-like opponents, but I’m afraid of pig-like teammates.

"Luther, I understand your plan. But are there any specific details?" Lelouch asked, crossing his hands on the desk.

At this time, Luther also pulled out a chair and sat down. After thinking for a while, he said, "I have some immature ideas."

After a pause, Luther continued, "The family's serfs have been imprisoned physically and mentally, just like livestock. But these are all older people, and the young ones are still somewhat spiritual. Therefore, we should treat serfs of different ages differently."

"Tell me about it." Lelouch looked very interested.

"We will give seeds and farm tools to the older serfs, and let them cut down forests and cultivate good fields. They will be exempted from tax for one year, and the fields will be privately owned. We will select spiritual people from the young people and introduce them to blacksmiths and carpenters as apprentices, so that we can add more professional personnel to our future city of Pompeii. What do you think?"

Luther asked back after he finished speaking.

"That's a good idea. Old serfs are mostly dull and can only farm, but young ones are different." After thinking about it, Lelouch approved of Luther's approach.

But he still had a question.

"Carpenters are easy to deal with. There are some carpenters in the territory. It's not a unique craft, so carpenters occasionally recruit apprentices. But blacksmiths are hard to say. The blacksmiths in the territory have always been old Bob's family serving the Pompeii family for generations. It's a family craft. Can he pass on his skills to these young serfs and let them take away their jobs?"

Lelouch asked.

"I will convince Old Bob, and I believe he is a relatively easy person to talk to." Luther was not worried about this, and immediately stood up and said, "As for the arrangement of the serfs, I will leave it to you. We will talk about cultivating new fields after the autumn harvest, but recruiting those clever young men is urgent. When the 10,000 people are recruited, I will need more blacksmiths and carpenters."

Lelouch shook his head and said, "Luther, you are too impatient. Carpentry is easy, apprentices can help out after learning a little, but training a blacksmith will take at least three years."

Luther was stunned, but he also had a solution, so he said: "In this case, go to Kaiyue City to recruit some blacksmiths. Anyway, I need to see more tools after the autumn harvest. Logging tools, farm tools, etc."

"Okay, I'll do it." Lelouch nodded.

After Luther gave his instructions, he walked out of the town hall and headed towards the blacksmith shop. The town hall was relatively close to the blacksmith shop, so he arrived there quickly.

Outside the blacksmith shop, Luther heard the sound of old Bob and his son hammering iron and thought.

"I don't despise blacksmiths, but this will be the central area of ​​Pompeii in the future. The blacksmith shop is so noisy, it's better to move it to the periphery."

The future structure of Pompeii was gradually being constructed in his mind. Luther walked into the blacksmith shop and found that the people working on the ironwork were old Bob's eldest and second sons.

After Luther asked, he found out that Old Bob was not here.

When Luther asked where Old Bob was, he showed a look of surprise. Then, Luther rode eastward with his entourage of guards.

The territory today is very different from what it was a year ago. The road is smooth and solid, and riding on the road is not bumpy at all.

Soon, Luther and his guards arrived at the edge of the territory, that is, the edge of the forest. From a distance, Luther saw Old Bob and Mrs. Bob standing in front of the forest, pointing at it.

"Master Luther." Old Bob heard the noise, turned around and saw that it was Luther, and hurriedly bowed with his wife.

Luther waved his hand to Old Bob, indicating that there was no need for courtesy, then he dismounted and looked at the forest. Then he asked, "Uncle Bob, are you really determined to hand over the blacksmith shop to your sons, and follow the development of the territory, cut down forests in the fall, and become a farmer?"

"Yeah, old Bob prefers being a farmer to being a blacksmith." Bob rolled up his sleeves and made a gesture of getting to work.

But it was old Bob who came this time to take a look at the forest and planned to reclaim a piece of farmland for Bob's family.

This is an uncle who loves the profession of farmer from the bottom of his heart

(End of this chapter)