The King

  As the team marched forward, they reaped the envy and jealousy along the way. Especially after entering Wright County, it attracted countless eyes.

  Looking at the two counties of Wright and Wyton, the Hudson family is the only one with a population of over 10,000. It was already enough to attract people's envy, but now that there is such a big commotion, it will cause even more hatred.

  If everyone hadn't been beaten by Earl Pierce not long ago, and the aftermath has not passed, they might all come out to block the road and rob.

  But this kind of thing can only be thought about secretly. There are only a few nobles who are capable of robbing this team.

   Unless it is a joint operation, any one of them will have to think twice before coming over.

   It is not a question of whether the robbery can be successful, the key is that the price to be paid is too high, and few can afford it, let alone worry about revenge afterwards.

  Theoretically speaking, the best way to collect wool is to set up a card to increase the toll tax, and get a share of the pie openly.

  The local aristocrats are forced by favor and cannot do this. The northern nobles don't need to give face to the "Knight of the Bow", but unfortunately they have to worry about getting burned.

  The turmoil of economic sanctions has just passed, and the nobles of the Northland who have tried hard, no one wants to come a second time.

  If anyone makes a bad start and attracts the neighbors to follow suit, they will be the ones who will be unlucky in the end.

  The worst thing is that the toll tax was not received, and someone beat him up instead. That is the tragedy of life.

   After all, collecting taxes in the continent of Aslante has always been the exclusive property of the strong, and only the weak pay taxes to the strong, and it has never been reversed.

  Especially if you want the taxes of the nobles, the prerequisite is that your fists are harder than theirs. Otherwise, it would be impossible to put it away.

  Although Hudson's logistical preparations were very adequate, the team arrived at the territory slowly, but there was still a double-digit attrition.

   It’s only four hundred miles away. I can’t imagine the price those big immigrants who traveled thousands of miles without any logistical support will have to pay.

   According to the rules of the mercenary world, Hudson readily paid the commission and delay fee, and sent away a group of reluctant knights.

  There are more people and more things. Although Hudson made preparations in advance and arranged for his subordinates to build houses early, the number of people far exceeded expectations, and in the end the serfs could only make do with it.

  Residence is only a small problem. As the serfs at the bottom of society, the requirements in this regard have never been higher. As long as the house is sheltered from the wind and rain, a little cramped space is nothing.

   What's more, the difficulties are only temporary. The generous Master Hudson has never been stingy in allocating land and building houses for everyone.

There are food reserves, and this wave has brought a lot, so you don’t need to worry about it for the time being; pots, pans, and pans can be produced by yourself, and there is never a shortage; there is plenty in the firewood mountain, and the withered and yellow leaves can make do for a while, serfs We just need to do it ourselves.

  Material difficulties basically do not exist. The real trouble is the population growth, which brings management difficulties.

   Without the slightest hesitation, Hudson directly introduced the original Baojia system. The grouping is based on households, with a head of household; ten households are Jia, with a chief; ten Jia are Bao, with a chief.

   Further up, then only the Lord's Mansion can directly govern it. This is not a question of whether to decentralize power or not. It is really a matter of lack of talent among serfs.

   Talents who can manage a hundred households are rare among the serfs. If you add more burdens to them, you must make a mess of things.

  Anyway, the entire territory has a total of more than 3,000 households, and more than 30 security chiefs have been connected. The management pressure of the Lord's Mansion has been greatly reduced.

  The system of continuous guarantee and continuous sitting has undoubtedly been followed. Each household is issued a wooden stamp, which states the household's population and employment status.

  If someone goes out of the house, or if there is a visitor, they must indicate their whereabouts, and report to the Chief Jia and the Chief Security Officer. If there is any suspicious person, immediately report to the Lord's Mansion.

  All households jointly serve as guarantors. If one family commits a crime and fails to report it in time, the other households will sit together in accordance with the law and bear the punishment together.

  Feudalism can no longer be feudal, and it is the peak system of the feudal system. But Hudson no longer has the time to think so much, no matter whether the system is good or bad, having a system is better than not having one.

  Looking at the performance of the serfs, we can see that there is not much resistance to this harsh system.

   Mainly for serfs, most of the constraints are actually approximately equal to zero.

   Unless the lord recruits, most people will not leave the territory from birth to death. All social circles and social relations are also limited to the territory.

   Looking around, they are all acquaintances who know each other well, and those who are familiar with each other cannot be more familiar. The family education that everyone has received since childhood has made them despise the existence of restlessness.

  If the source of population in the territory was not too complicated, Hudson would not have come up with this Baojia system. It's not that the system is bad, but that it really doesn't need to be so complicated.

  Under the closed territorial economy model, as long as the lord can barely feed everyone, the order of the territory will be guaranteed.

  The solidified social class and long-term enslavement education have stifled the ideological development of serfs. Once people get used to everything around them, it is difficult to get out of their own cognition.

  Hudson, who is dedicated to construction, naturally has no time to play with ideological revolution. Changing the world, such a great thing, we should wait until we stand on top of the world before thinking about it.

  The same thing is done by different people, and the results are different.

  The social innovation initiated by the big guys is called changing the world; the social innovation initiated by the little people is just to die.

  As a struggling lord, everything Hudson does has only one core—enhancing the strength of the territory and improving his survivability in the continent of Aslant.

  Based on the substantial population growth, the previous territorial development plan was overthrown by Hudson again.

   The first thing to ensure is the production of the mining area. Without any hesitation, he took the lead in adding a thousand young men to increase the output of ironware.

  The infrastructure of some territories is also on the agenda. For example: roads, the lord's mansion, and water conservancy projects all have to be considered.

  There are a lot of complicated things that make Hudson's scalp tingle, but there is no capable assistant available.

  Even though Hudson borrowed the housekeepers of several relatives, it barely guaranteed the normal operation of the territory.

  These people have rich management experience and decent execution ability, but they lack decision-making ability. The important decision-making affairs of the territory are still all on Hudson himself.

  In order to reduce administrative pressure, Hudson had to reduce the number of projects and postpone the construction of the temporarily unimportant castle indefinitely.

  Road construction is also limited to widening the road out of the mining area. As for roads in other areas, maintenance is the main focus.

  Water conservancy projects are mainly to repair ditches in plain areas, and there are no large-scale water conservancy facilities projects.

  The main reason is that the southeast province is accustomed to good weather conditions, and the annual rainfall is sufficient to meet agricultural production. At least relying on the Huanhua River, the irrigation of crops in the territorial plains is not a problem.

  As for the hilly areas, the land has not even been developed, and it is still too early to talk about irrigation. However, it is very necessary to dig a pond above the small soil bag to store water.

   These are things that need to be completed in the future, and the immediate task is to open up wasteland first. With the current productivity, the tens of thousands of acres of land on the plain cannot support the more than 20,000 people in the territory.

   Except for the addition of some breeding staff who are responsible for taking care of the livestock, the rest of the labor force was sent by Hudson to open up wasteland.

  A small hill can no longer satisfy Baron Hudson's appetite. At least two hills must be developed before spring plowing.

  The increased livestock and labor are the confidence for him to implement the land reclamation plan. 20,000 mu is the most basic goal. Regardless of the output of the new land, the land must be opened first.

  For a newly opened territory, the easiest way to stabilize people's hearts is to open up enough land and harvest enough food. As long as the granary is full of grain, the hearts of the people will naturally be stable.

  Of course, outsourcing like Hudson does not count. Serfs have no thoughts, which is restricted by the social environment, but they still have the most basic common sense.

  The bought food will eventually be eaten up one day, and no matter how rich the mine's harvest is, they will not feel it. Only the food grown by oneself can make everyone feel at ease.

  Even if the yield per mu is low, as long as the total yield is high enough, everyone’s sense of security will be cultivated.

   Only when the people's hearts are stable, is the beginning of the real rooting of the territory. This often takes time to settle, and it cannot be completed overnight.

  …

  The Orc Empire, the Bimon Imperial Court.

  The falling snowflakes covered the city with silver makeup. However, the severe cold can't dispel people's enthusiasm. At this moment, countless people in the city are decorating with lanterns and festoons to celebrate the great Emperor Behemoth's 300th birthday.

  As the Beamon Great who brought the Orc Empire to its peak, regardless of his strength or prestige, he was able to stabilize the other four emperors, but there was no smile on his face at this time.

   Sorrow and joy are often momentary, and it should have been a good day for celebration. Emperor Behemoth once again ushered in the pain of bereavement in his life.

   "Heir, died again and again."

   It sounds like a topic of farce, but it has been staged in the Beamon royal family again and again.

   Boiling to death the four crown princes was already enough to make Emperor Bimeng sad, but it happened to be in time for this auspicious day.

   "Send down the order, all the celebrations today will be cancelled, and mourn for my poor emperor!"

   From the trembling voice, it can be heard how broken the heart of Emperor Behemoth is at this moment.

  The guests attending the celebration banquet were also at a loss by the sudden scene. A happy event suddenly turned into a funeral, and everyone's emotions couldn't be adjusted for a while!

   There is no way, Emperor Bimon just died of his son, no matter how strong his mentality is, it is impossible to continue to celebrate his birthday on this day.

   Countless guests present cursed at the dead Crown Prince Beimeng, you can't drink, drink less!

   Now it’s all right, the unlucky Crown Prince Bimon died immediately, but what about the guests who had toasted?

  Although they are also victims, they don’t even know that the Crown Prince has a “great addiction to food”, but it is obviously unrealistic to reason with an old man who is suffering from the pain of bereavement.

  Even though he is the greatest emperor of the orc empire, at this moment, he is still just a father who lost his son.

   It is inevitable to suffer anger. If it didn't explode on the spot, it was because the heart of Emperor Bimeng was strong enough.

   It may be a similar scene, and I have experienced three waves before. The first time is raw, the second time is familiar, the third time is four times, and the inner endurance is exercised.

   Suppressing the grief, after announcing the funeral for his son, the grief-stricken Behemoth embraced the dead crown prince and turned away, leaving a group of guests staring at each other.

   Without hesitating for long, all the guests who reacted took their leave one after another. If you don't run away now, whether you can get away later is still unknown.

  No one dares to bet on what kind of crazy things a three-hundred-year-old man who just suffered the pain of bereavement can do next.

  If this old man, out of breath, wants to drag everyone to bury his hapless son, that would be a tragedy.

  Out of the banquet hall, all the guests unleashed their greatest potential and headed straight for the city gate at the fastest speed.

   I don’t know, but I thought they did something bad and ended up running for their lives in a hurry. As the parties involved, they no longer care about explanations.

  An accident happened to the upper crown prince, which set off a **** storm in the orc empire. Countless irrelevant unlucky people have been implicated in it, and no one wants to follow in the footsteps of these guys.

   If you observe carefully, you will find that the representatives of the other four royal families are also in the running team.

  Obviously, everyone is a smart person, and they know very well that their fate is their own, and there is only one. Unwilling to stay, betting on whether Emperor Behemoth can maintain his sanity in the pain of losing his son.

   Ignoring the thoughts of these guys, holding his son's body, the Great Behemoth, who was marching forward with heavy steps, entered an underground secret passage after going through twists and turns.

  Under the illumination of the ever-burning lamps on both sides of the secret passage, the murals on the wall are constantly changing patterns, as if they are alive, and the scene is extraordinarily weird.

   Emperor Behemoth, who was walking in the secret path, seemed to be used to all this, and continued to move forward without paying attention.

  The pace became faster and faster, and even the wrinkles on his forehead gradually disappeared. No matter what he looked like, he didn't look like an old man in his dying years.

  He stopped and stopped all the way, knocking on the mechanism continuously, and it lasted for more than half an hour before he came out of the secret passage and came to a mysterious underground palace.

  In the palace, there are already densely packed coffins, among which the five hanging coffins floating in the center are the most peculiar.

   Directly below the hanging coffin is a magic array with countless lines, split into five-pointed stars, it should be a mysterious five-star array.

  I saw that Emperor Behemoth slowly put his son's body into an empty hanging coffin, and said sadly: "Terry, don't blame the father for being cruel, so that your soul will not be at peace after death.

  If you want to blame, you can only blame your own bad luck. I have already given you a chance. As long as you can live longer and survive my old immortal father, you can inherit this huge empire.

  It's a pity that you, and your restless elder brothers, are all short-lived ghosts, and they are all ahead of being a father.

  Since you are so unfilial and let me bear the pain of bereavement again and again, then I simply bear enough, and let you continue my life!

   Now it's up to your little brother. As a father, I will also give him a chance, as long as he can kill me, he will be the new Emperor Bimon.

  If you are unbearable, you will die before being a father just like you gang of short-lived ghosts. Then it's the will of the Beast God, and it's up to me to turn the world around and win this great opportunity to break through the sanctuary! "

  While speaking, the four hanging coffins in the hall exuded endless resentment, as if expressing their inner unwillingness.

  It's a pity that all of this has no effect on Menghuang. As an emperor, he has no regrets in his life.

  From the moment they brought their corpses into the secret palace, the so-called father-son relationship no longer existed.

  As if infected, the surrounding coffins also trembled, and endless resentment continued to emanate, as if to swallow Bimenghuang alive.

  It's a pity that after these grievances came into contact with Emperor Bimon, they not only failed to harm him, but were swallowed by him.

  Under the action of the mysterious magic circle, these swallowed grievances were gradually stripped away, leaving only the purest qi remaining in the body of Emperor Bimon, gradually transforming into a strange force of vitality.

  The resentment that was stripped out did not disappear, but fell into the five suspended coffins. Vaguely, one could still hear the cry from the depths of the soul inside the coffin.

  One of the five coffins was missing, and the last grievance seemed to find no object to be pinned on, and finally returned to Emperor Beamon.

  Emperor Behemoth, who had regained his youth, returned to his dying state under the ravages of resentment, but his complexion was much better than before.

  Emperor Behemoth seemed to be familiar with all the changes in front of him, and he didn't even have the most basic mood swings.

   "Although the resentment is still strong, it has weakened a bit compared to the last time. It seems that even the top powerhouses in the mainland cannot withstand the ravages of time.

  But you can rest assured, the demeanor above the sanctuary, I will appreciate it for you. If your souls have not dissipated by then, I will come back and tell you.

  You don't need to thank me, these are what I should do. After all, without your offerings, it would be very difficult for me to get the chance to take this step in this era. "

  It seems that the corpse in the coffin still maintains its spirituality. After being stimulated by the words of Emperor Bimon, the coffin trembled more and more violently, as if it might break out at any time.

   "Okay, there is no need to be so enthusiastic to stay. If the beast **** blesses, maybe it won't be long before we meet again.

  Who made my youngest son also a short-lived ghost?

  As a father, I have warned him countless times to practice hard and strive to break through to a higher level as soon as possible, but that **** knows how to eat, drink and play all day long, so he deserves it..."