#426 - I am waiting for the system to take shape. What are you waiting for?

Castle of Plenty.

Roman told a group of administrative officials: "They have played all their cards. Now it's our turn."

The Lion Territory's defenses are now in a state of disrepair.

Count Filling lost control of his territory.

The valley warriors rushed to enclose the land. In just two or three days, they swallowed up dozens of villages with unstoppable force.

Directly bring most of the Lion Territory under its rule and establish a base.

Roman's plan of surrounding the castle with the countryside was initially completed.

And this is just the beginning.

Those poor rural families are penniless and even young and middle-aged people can be counted on one hand.

To put it bluntly, such a village has long been abandoned and has no use at all.

But the less human the feudal lord is, the greater his effect in reshaping order will be, and the more trust the new subjects will have in him.

The top priority is to restore production and establish a new order.

Back then, Fengrao City was extremely poor and full of captives and slaves. Isn’t it well built now?

It is nothing more than continuing to send manpower and material resources to other lands.

Roman looked at the "Supply List" and "Dispatch List" on the table.

After obtaining detailed information about the Lion Territory, he developed an aid plan.

Roman sat on the chair, knocked on the table and said:

"Now the new territory is in ruins and the time has come to use you.

"More, you come and gather the first batch of grain, 200,000 jin, no more, no less, and send it to Lion Territory, and let the think tanks distribute it.

"Barlow is in charge of agricultural assistance. Hurry up and prepare the high-quality wheat seeds and steel farm tools on the list. We can replenish them later if they are insufficient.

"Yaki, please send two hundred oxen and two hundred draft horses from the barn to serve as transportation. Don't bring them back after you send them out.

"Jimmy called the 500 clerks on the list to follow the transport convoy to govern the new territory..."

Roman gave orders one by one, speaking briefly and forcefully without dragging his words.

Everyone got used to his speaking style, accepted the task, and went to do it.

Even though this plan would place a heavy burden on Origin City and Harvest City.

But now that the lord has spoken, we must complete the task no matter what.

…

Roman attaches great importance to this aid program.

In order to build the City of Plenty, he did all the work himself, busy from morning to night every day. If he had not been in strong enough physique, he would have died suddenly.

The area of ​​Lion Territory is actually larger than that of Plenty City.

According to statistics from the frontline soldiers, the combined population of the villages, manors, and baronies occupied by the Valley Army barely exceeded 10,000.

The reason is simple. Roman has done so many things that are hard to list.

He was opposed to the Holy See, and his brutal methods made him notorious.

Faced with the impending oppression of the Valley Army, most villagers would rather leave their homes and become refugees than stay in the village and wait to die.

In order to find a sense of security, they hoped that Count Flin would show mercy and open a way for them to survive.

Now the power of public opinion is not in Roman's hands, but in the hands of the Vatican. It is not surprising that he is portrayed in any way.

Roman didn't think he did anything wrong.

Who is wrong? I haven't lost yet!

Reason? Reason, damn!

In his eyes, this is an uncivilized, barbaric and ignorant medieval world!

Kill all the opponents, and those who are left alive will naturally be his supporters.

Moreover, there were not many opponents.

Those villagers would rather flee than resist.

Roman estimated that the direct population of the Lion Territory was about 70,000 to 80,000.

This was already a lot. Half of the more than 200,000 people under his command came from the north, and were obtained from pirates through arms trade.

Even if the Lion Territory suffered various devastations, such as lack of food and clothing, drought and severe cold, the population would not decrease too much - at most 20,000 - some people died from conscription, labor, hunger, etc.

The surviving villagers still wanted to seek help from Count Flin.

They have survived a long internship and are now full-time clerks. They know how to organize people, promote implementation, mediate conflicts, collaborate... and even know how to farm, raise livestock, and take care of medical care.

There is nothing they won't do.

This group of people also form the grassroots force for Roman to rule the earth.

Frankly speaking, social governance of any system depends entirely on the grassroots!

Since graduation, these clerks have participated in many major projects and learned valuable management knowledge from them.

Roman even turned his management and coordination experience since becoming lord into a booklet, and he never kept it to himself.

He was tied up in the mountains for seven years, and only now launched an attack on the outside world.

This long experience can be condensed into just one sentence Roman wants to say now.

"I am waiting for my grassroots system to take shape. What are you waiting for?"

…

"These four are Fritt, Hader, Grohl and Vita," said Philip.

Philip was one of the think tanks of the Guards Battalion. He brought the four junior clerks to the border village called Wormwood Village.

The highest-ranking non-commissioned officer here was Edmund. He saw two men and two women standing behind Philip.

They all looked to be about 17, 18 or 19 years old, their faces were not childish, the boys had dark skin and the girls had freckles all over their faces.

"Sergeant Edmund, His Highness has assigned us to Wormwood Village. I hope the army can cooperate with our work." Fried stepped forward and saluted.

Edmond raised his right fist in return, "We will! Wormwood Village is in need of managers like you right now."

He felt relieved. The Guards Battalion was good at close combat and could use brutal tactics to tear through the enemy's defenses as quickly as possible and fight to the death.

But when faced with the farmers, these bloody warriors were at a loss and didn't know where to start.

"I want to know the current situation of the village." Groer, one of the two female clerks, asked impatiently.

Edmond said: "We distributed some of the supplies to the villagers... We were going to resume farming, but we had no farm tools and seeds. In the past two days, we worked with the villagers to renovate their houses and check their health... They were really weak... We don't have much supplies. If we don't have supplies, everyone will starve in two days. Now the villagers look at us with suspicion, thinking we are deceiving them..."

"His Highness sent us here for this." Had pointed to the way they came.

There were three oxen and two draft horses pulling five carts loaded with all kinds of supplies, including food, plows, seeds, iron tools, etc.

Philip said at this time: "Emund, you can start your work. I still have to deliver supplies to other squadrons, so I won't stay.

"Remember, if you encounter difficulties, overcome them. If you can't, send someone to come to Mouse Tail Village to find me! Your captain and I are stationed there. I hope you make smooth progress and don't disappoint His Highness."

Edmund said to Philip solemnly: "Yes! Chief of the Think Tank!"