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

It was probably because he had never seen much of the world, and had never been treated so kindly by a noble lord. The old man was somewhat at a loss.

If this elderly man is like this, let alone the others.

This is also the situation of ordinary people in this era. Facing the high and mighty nobles, the common people all lack confidence.

The territory of Pompeii is relatively okay. It is a territory with more nobles and is mostly filled with numb people.

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

Um.

"Did you bring any 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, and seemed to be 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 answering, Xiu Xiuya 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: "Don't be nervous, old man, I just said hello and asked by the way."

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

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

But this one has just been promoted to a junior knight, the next generation head of the Pompeii family, Master Luther.

A flash of realization passed through the people's minds.

The Pompeii family still had a very high reputation in Pompeii Territory, and coupled with Luther's attitude, the embarrassment between the two sides was finally eased a lot.

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

It is very difficult to get something to eat in this season, and the old man's family is not well off, so he plans to take it back for his little grandson.

"Master Lude, we are the residents of the Sixth Village. Since the village is running out of salt and spring is coming soon, some farm tools have been 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 halting at first, still confused about Master Luther's identity, but soon it became smooth.

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

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

"God of the 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 you, go quickly and come back soon."

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

It was like running away, and my heart was beating wildly when I came into contact with the noble lord.

Um.

But this Young Master Luther is really kind. Although Lord Golden Lion Thor is not a tyrannical lord, compared to Young Master Luther, Young Master Luther is still kinder.

Pompeii's family is so nice, 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, sowing the seeds, and the future harvest will definitely be great.

Luther glanced at the backs of the villagers from the Sixth Village as they left, smiled slightly, then got on his horse again and continued to patrol his territory.

But as he continued to move forward, Luther's brows furrowed slightly.

The road near the castle was very flat, probably because the Pompeii family had someone repair it to maintain the dignity of the nobility. But it was only a section of the road, and the farther away from the castle, the harder it was 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 something called cement, so he could build a smooth cement road. Of course, Luther also knew that cement was something that could not be invented in a short time.

So before that, it would be a good idea to prepare the land first.

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

On both sides of the road, and even in the middle, there were traces of feces everywhere, mostly from livestock, and a small amount should be from humans.

Luther is weird.

There is a saying that goes, "The good stuff should be kept within the family." Most of the freemen in Pompeii's territory were farmers. How could they bear to let their feces fall on the road?

Not only is there property damage, 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 beside Luther since he was a child and basically grew up in the castle.

I haven't thought about this question.

After thinking for a while, Xiu Xiuya said, "Maybe he was in a hurry, and ordinary people don't have the same etiquette as the nobles, so they urinate and defecate anywhere."

At this point, Xiu Xiuya showed a puzzled look, "Why in the toilet? Farmers usually don't have toilets in their homes, they only have toilets."

Luther was a little speechless. Isn't it common sense to take feces into the toilet and then ferment it to fertilize the fields? Luther quickly realized that this was common sense in his previous life. This is a different world, and common sense may not be common sense anymore.

Damn, that’s a bit confusing, but that’s what I mean.

Luther thought for a moment, then asked Xiu Xiuya, "What about the excrement in our castle? How do we deal with it?"

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

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

One of the warriors, a capable but short man, stepped out. Luther knew that this was the captain of this small group of elite warriors, named Bo Wei.

Because he is a commoner and does not have the secrets of a knight, he can only be an ordinary warrior, but he is physically fit and very brave in combat, and is a high-level elite warrior.

He also has a high prestige among the guards.

"Master Luther, all the feces in the castle are collected and transported to the eastern forest." Bervie told Luther.

"Why should we transport it into the forest?" Luther became even more confused.

"Feces is too dirty and it easily breeds mosquitoes in the summer. Of course, the farther it is transported, the better." Bo Wei answered as a matter of course.

Luther held his forehead with his hand. It was too hard to communicate with them. Finally, Luther asked, "Do you know how to farm? Do the farmers in the territory have the habit of using manure to fertilize the fields?"

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

Pointed out by readers.

The revision starts from this chapter. Please forgive me if there are any mistakes or omissions.

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