The clothes are quite heavy.

Luther and Shuusia dismounted and entered the city hall, but Shuusia stayed in the lobby of the city hall while Luther went upstairs to Lelouch's office.

There was a charcoal fire in the office, making it very warm, but Lelouch was still wrapped in a thick blanket and sneezed from time to time.

Poor Lelouch has a cold.

Knights are not afraid of the cold, but Lelouch is an ordinary person and cannot feel this benefit.

"It's so cold. If you have a cold, why don't you go home and rest? Why are you staying in the city hall?" Luther glanced at Lelouch with a puzzled look, and took off his hat, scarf, mask, etc. and put them on the hanger at the door.

"I still have some things to deal with. Besides, it's lonely staying at home. At least there is someone to make me a cup of tea in the city hall." Lelouch shrugged.

This is also a poor man, with only a father but no mother, and no servants at home. Well, he might as well make the town hall his home, and there will be people to take care of him.

Luther sighed and said, "Seeing your pitiful appearance, I can't help but want to say that you might as well get married. There are so many knights in the territory now, and there are many good girls among their families. As the mayor of Pompeii, you have a very high status, so it is not difficult to marry a good girl."

"Let's talk about it later." Lelouch was not very interested, and there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. Luther guessed that the mayor had been hurt in love when he was wandering outside.

You have to figure this out yourself, there's nothing you can do about it if others interfere.

Anyway, Luther will not suffer any emotional injuries. He is a scumbag man and is destined to embrace the forest.

"What work do you have left to do in this horrible weather?" Luther asked.

"So, what did you gain from this trip to inspect the territory?" Lelouch asked.

"Nothing much. Now that the new fields have been developed, we are just waiting to plant crops in the spring. The territory is very quiet. By the way, I also gave some gifts to the lonely elderly and families in need."

Luther said.

In fact, giving gifts was Luther's purpose. He was just like that. He gave warmth in winter and coolness in summer, and he enjoyed winning people's hearts.

"You are indeed the benevolent ruler of Pompeii." Lelouch praised sincerely. Regardless of Luther's motives, a lord who can care about the people's livelihood from time to time is definitely rare in the Kingdom of Prussia.

"My job is to think about agricultural matters. Under normal circumstances, wheat should be planted in the spring," Lelouch said.

“Puff, puff.”

At this time, the charcoal fire in the charcoal basin was burning vigorously, making a little sound.

"Don't you think we shouldn't grow wheat?" Luther understood what Lelouch meant and asked with interest.

"I think we should plant other crops. For example, I strongly recommend planting rapeseed and olive trees. Then, the year after next, we can plant other crops."

Lelouch said.

"Grow rapeseed and olive trees. Do you want to extract oil? That's true. Currently, the oil, salt and other sundries in the territory need to be purchased from Kaiyue City. Not only do they need to be transported here, but the price is not as cheap as if we produce them ourselves. Forget about salt. We don't produce salt, but we can grow oil and some other crops."

Luther touched his chin.

In fact, it is not just a problem of oil. Due to the increase in the number of knights in the territory, the demand for meat has also increased. Currently, the small ranch in Pompeii is in short supply and needs to be imported from Kaiyue City.

However, if rapeseed is planted and oil is pressed next year, another problem arises. An oil press workshop must be established in the territory.

This is not the City Hall's job, but the Pompeii family's business.

How much money can a territory make? A well-managed territory is a priceless treasure. Don't just focus on the small amount of tax revenue.

Luther understood that from then on, although Pompeii produced wheat, it was self-sufficient and did not plan to export it. As for oil, which used to be imported, it became self-sufficient.

This way both parties save the price difference.

On the other hand, if Pompeii's family opened an oil press workshop, purchased cabbage, fried the oil and sold it to farmers, it would be another considerable income.

And Luther saw another way to get rich.

Oil is one thing, and food, clothing, housing and transportation are another. Except for some villas belonging to the knights, the rest of the city belongs to Luther.

You can set up as many stores as you want and do as much business as you want.

How many factories can be set up and how much money can be earned?

Unknown.

All in all, it should be a lot. Luther thought about it and felt his blood boiling. My magic potion is, sooner or later I will take drugs and become a great knight.

"I understand. The city hall will be responsible for the plan. After the plan is completed, we will purchase rapeseed seeds from Kaiyue City. But there is one thing: you have to teach the farmers how to grow rapeseed."

Luther nodded and gave further instructions.

"Don't worry about that. I know what I'm doing." Lelouch replied confidently.

"Ah, ha." The confident man was handsome for only three seconds before he sneezed loudly and quickly wrapped himself tightly in the blanket.

"Poor guy." Luther sighed for Lelouch in his heart.

After chatting for a while, Luther left the town hall and returned to Pompeii Castle, where he planned to meet his mother, Madame Sophie.

Let's discuss about setting up an oil press workshop in the territory and expanding the scale of the ranch in the territory, and by the way, ask about the situation of Pompeii wine.

But before that, Luther met a man, an unexpected man, the great thief Kurd.

north.

On the forest road connecting Pompeii and Baron Patton, a large team was slowly moving towards Pompeii.

This is the Pompeii family’s purchasing team. In the past, the Pompeii family had a purchasing team that was responsible for going to Kaiyue City to purchase daily groceries, salt, cloth, oil, etc.

As the size of the Pompeii family grew, the size of the purchasing caravan also increased many times.

Among the many carriages, there was a man lying on one of them. He claimed to be a resident of Pompeii and his name was Arnold.

Arnold was seriously injured.

His stomach had been cut open and he seemed to have been poisoned. It seemed that his life was in danger and he only had one breath left.

The people in the caravan had never seen anyone survive such injuries.

"This man is probably a knight. Only a knight's strong body can allow him to survive. It's a pity. He probably won't make it."

The people in the caravan were thinking.

(End of this chapter)