Gentle.

childish.

Willful.

Impulsive.

Small market philosophies.

Full of emotions.

  Revenge if you are vengeful.

Lazy and slick.

Strange interest.

Like to be alone.

Fuss.

  I have never been kind to the servant.

I won’t bend over and act.

Not good at establishing majesty.

No matter how etiquette is, it is not a matter of respect.

Not happy with human relationships.

No need to bribe and win over.

Don’t care about inheritance and glory.

Don’t brainwash with collective slogans.

Almost no means to win people's hearts through aristocratic rule.

 Fubi wrote this and turned his pen:

but.

Not only is his subordinates unrealized, they are even more firm and the rumors are hard to shake.

  It’s amazing...

Fubi's eyes were sharp and he wrote the last sentence:

What are the hidden dangers?

The next second, his fingers slipped on the spine of the book, and the words on them disappeared, as if they had penetrated into the paper.

Only a blank space was left.

It took Mallus three days to clean up some of the dilapidated Star Lake Fort, and at least it could barely live in it.

Surprisingly, Xinghu Castle covers a large area and is fully functional, with several different partitions such as the main hall, Jackal Tower, Xun Film Studio, Kushu Room, High-level Hall, Toyao District, Catering Room, etc., which are used to entertain guests, live, read, meditate, leisure, banquets, and the lakeside monastery that has been practiced but is still preserved, the Xinghui Courtyard (commonly known as the logging field) used to garrison troops and practice, etc. The total of all rooms is probably no less than three or four hundred, not to mention the hidden secret passages and secret rooms that may be hidden.

Tyles has not yet remembered how many ways to walk from the main hall to the study and bedroom. Mallus could only instruct the logistics wings and guard wings to seal the passage to unknown or dilapidated, and then work overtime to different versions of the old castle map, correct the markings, and keep recording, unblock the newly sorted rooms and lots.

But the good news is that Baron Quentin, the palace chief, was easy to speak. He greeted the surrounding towns and towns in advance, and asked them to make up for the nominal lord, Duke Xinghu, so that Tailes would not starve to death in the castle. The logistics wing also went to the farm to continue to recruit servant chefs and gardeners with the help of the palace chief, on the condition that part of the rent and taxes were exempted.

"Your fiefdom is about half a baron's size, of course, not a baron from the north or cliff. They are all covered with unmanned wasteland, and the area is almost as big as an earl from the south bank..."

That morning, Tailes was walking on the ridge of the fields, accompanied by Baron Quentin who came from the capital, who was talking endlessly towards the fields in front of him.

"The six farms, except for one of them belonging to the Sunset Monastery and serving the gods, all five of them must report to you. There are self-owned sites and rental fields, and there are also historical public fields, but now they are all intricate and intertwined..."

Behind Baron Quentin were five respectful housekeepers, each holding a thick stack of books and records in his hand, and more attendants, guards and servants followed behind him, trembling with fear.

"The production routes of each field farm are different, and the farmers alone are far from enough. We have hired a lot of workers for this, producing grapes, wool and other primitive crops according to the season and time. Of course, in another month, the wheat in the field will also be harvested. At that time, it will be very busy and there will be many more people..."

Tailes frowned when he heard this.

Their place was a farm in Star Lake Fort. Along the way, farmers carrying farm tools and cattle and horses to the fields, or peasants carrying fur baskets to work in the workshop. They might not know Tails, but they all saw Baron Quentin and several housekeepers changing their expressions, and they all retreated, whispering while bowing their heads.

"There are three villages or towns with a long history that cannot even be erased by war. They regularly pay taxes to the royal family, but the recent downturn is not very prosperous. People prefer to go to Yongxing City or other big towns to find a job and make a living..."

The palace chief said enthusiastically while walking, and knew the situation of Xinghu Fort fief:

"In addition, your fiefdom is next to the Wang Family Hunting Forest. If the villagers want to go inside to cook some wild game, chop some firewood, as long as they have enough money and don't do it too blatantly, we will turn a blind eye. It can be considered an output. After all, it will not be easy for everyone to do it in the bloody years..."

"Also remember that every farm and town has its own craftsmen. Their craftsmen, such as fabrics, furniture, honey, candles, soaps, and some rare things, are the easiest to miss..."

Tailes' brows became tighter and tighter.

"These rosters record the overview of your farmland, including the names and land and farm tools of each farmer, various hired workers and craftsmen, and the annual reference output, taxes that should be paid, and you will come from here..."

"Wow, Lord Baron," said Tailes, who was so angry that he had to interrupt him, "I need all these matters, um, remember them all?"

Baron Quentin only looked at him and immediately understood the Duke's mood at this moment. He sighed softly.

"Every decent family will have a trusted housekeeper who will manage the accounts and rent for the owner, hire staff, supervise labor, and take care of the owner's food, clothing, housing and transportation. In fact, the bigger the family, the more you need a good housekeeper, damn Codro, don't ask me to be lazy when you see your subordinates!"

The court chief switched from being bitter and frankly to being angry in just one second, and scolded the butler of the local farmland. The latter was sweating all over and turned around and shouted a few hired workers who were hiding under the shade of trees and chatting, pointing at Tailes and his party.

Mr. Quentin turned around angrily:

"Believe me, in these farms, from farmers to workers, from housekeepers to supervisors, they are lazy, cunning, rough, frivolous, but greedy, philanthropist and arrogant, and they are used to being lazy and lazy, deceive their superiors and conceal their subordinates, and they want to work less and get more money..."

"You must have the wisdom of a fox and the might of a lion to control these ungrateful wolves."

"It seems that you are the truly indispensable person on this land." Tailes sighed a lot and said sincerely.

Baron Quentin coughed, and said humblely with fear, but his face was filled with a hint of unconcealed joy.

"Oh, Your Highness, I dare not say that, I will just be trusted by the previous kings."

"So, housekeeper?" Tailes looked at the General Manager with hope.

Quentin came to his senses:

"Oh yes, and we, you can say, are the housekeepers of the Canxing royal family... one of them. For this reason, I need to know all the land and farms of the royal family, the output and harvest of every inch and every cent, the population and labor..."

Tailes immediately went down:

"Since that's the case, I think I shouldn't be overwhelming when I first arrived, these things..."

Baron Quentin reacted very quickly:

"I understand very much. After all, you are busy with noble people..."

"Then everything is the same, and I will separate the rent and taxes that belong to you, so that the housekeepers of each farm and the mayors of the villages will send Xinghu Fort regularly, including monthly food, firewood, fabrics... Of course, the types and exquisite food and clothing consumption cannot be compared with those in Yongxing City..."

Tailes waved generously, indicating that the Duke of Xinghu should share the joys and sorrows with his subordinates.

Looking at the prince's indifferent look, Quentin couldn't help but sigh:

"In the future, there may be a mistress to take care of these for you, but unfortunately, you are the heir to the throne, and the future mistress is destined to be the queen. The noble family in Fuxing Palace, the royal capital and even the whole country are enough to be busy, and she probably has no time to take care of these details... You still have to find a suitable candidate..."

That's it, but in fact, there was not much to worry about Tailes, because Baron Quentin had arranged everything before he came. The public and private taxes, gold and land taxes, capita taxes, hunting taxes, including transaction taxes, travel taxes, etc. in the past were collected by the tax collectors of the Finance and Taxation Department, and this year they will be transferred to Xinghu Fort.

But the fiefdom is limited, so you don’t have to think about getting rich overnight.

"I don't have such a luxury, just have enough food and clothing."

Tailes closed the thinnest book record with a headache:

"Just don't make any big mess."

Faced with such a weak-motivated heir to the royal family, General Quentin couldn't help but sigh:

"I think as long as you don't order the restoration of the right to first night, you shouldn't."

"Thank you, Mr. Manager."

Tailes looked at the court chief who served his grandfather:

"I know that it was your intentional help and accelerate the transfer that allowed me to accept this land so smoothly."

Baron Quentin paused.

He closed the account book and handed it to other housekeepers, keeping the latter away.

"Do you really think I am the indispensable person of these lands and can determine their belongings?"

Baron Quentin looked at Tailes with complicated eyes:

"I think he still cares about you."

Tailes' smile froze.

"Maybe."

Tailes reached into his pocket and touched the "Guertaquesa".

The touch is cold and the thorns are piercing.

"Maybe."
Chapter completed!