The pension was not complicated. According to experience, Arthur quickly determined two payment principles.

    First, the recipient must be the immediate relatives of the deceased. Second, these relatives mainly rely on the support of the deceased during his lifetime. Neither of the two conditions is indispensable.

    In addition, he also formulated some preferential conditions for the treatment of the families of casualties, mainly involving duty-free and grain free.

    In addition to the death pension, Arthur simply took out the disability pension.

    Although things are not complicated, they are very trivial, especially the issue of disability pension. Arthur is graded and listed one by one.

    Since he wants to build an army that can fight, Arthur can''t let the soldiers have too many worries. At least in such things, he will never allow the front line to bleed and retire to tears.

    After this, Arthur had planned to list all the generals, but on second thought, he gave up.

    The literacy rate in this world is terrible. Not to mention serfs and civilians, many nobles are illiterate who only advocate force.

    He racked his mind to list a lot of rules and regulations, but the soldiers couldn''t understand them at all. It was just a waste of effort.

    Putting the sorted pension system aside, Arthur asked Leah to bring some paper. There are priorities. His primary task now is to do a good job in food production and increase the territory''s population.

    After thinking about it with a quill pen, Arthur wrote down "laborer", "labor object" and "labor tool" on the paper. After thinking about it, he wrote "Exploitation", "tax" and so on.

    This is his little habit of thinking. He likes to write the content briefly on paper, so as not to lose his head and make his head a paste.

    In the study, Arthur looked up and thought from time to time, and wrote from time to time. He looked like a robot.

    Leia stood quietly aside. Bored, she looked at Arthur quietly, counted silently in her heart, and guessed how much Arthur would look up when she counted.

    But she didn''t guess right once, because she couldn''t count too much.

    Arthur, who was completely silent in thinking, didn''t notice Leah''s little game. Until he reached for the paper again but grabbed it empty, he found that the paper on his right hand had been on the desk on the left.

    "Leia, get some more paper... Leia?"

    Looking up, Arthur found that he was alone in the study. Leah, who had been standing beside him, didn''t know where she had gone.

    Just as he opened his chair and was ready to get up and do it himself, Leah gently pushed the door open.

    "You came back just in time. Hurry and get me some more paper. The coarse hemp paper looks thick, but it''s not many." Arthur said quickly, looking at Leah who came in, and didn''t forget to complain.

    "My Lord, it''s time for lunch."

    With her head down, Leia whispered, but didn''t wait for a response. Looking up, Arthur tilted his head and frowned, and was stunned again.

    "My Lord," Leah said with a slight emphasis.

    "What''s the matter?" Arthur looked back at Leah who was still standing in front of the door and asked suspiciously.

    "Your Excellency, it''s time for lunch."

    "Lunch?!"

    Arthur looked surprised. He just had breakfast.

    ......

    ......

    On the farm, in a public toilet, Bree was halfway there when he heard a cry outside.

    "Bree, don''t pull! Come out and go to the square. The Lord''s Knight came and said that there was a very important announcement. Let everyone go to the square!"

    "Wait for me, I''ll come right away!"

    Put on his pants, Bree rushed out immediately, looked at Morin and asked excitedly, "Lord, are you here? When did you come?"

    "No, no, it''s the knight of the Lord. Let everyone go to the square and say that something very important has been announced."

    As they walked, Morin asked curiously, "Bree, is the Lord really what you said? I''m so big and I''ve never seen the LORD before. Is he really as big as us?"

    "Lord Arthur is the kindest nobleman!" looking at his friend, Bree said definitely: "when he was in the fortress, he not only transported all the food in the castle to the fortress, but also came up with“

    "I know, I know, you''ve said it many times!" Bree said these words at least five or six times in the past few days, and Morin was tired of hearing them.

    Looking at his friend, he asked again, "I mean, Lord, is it really as good as you said? It''s not for you to resist Warcraft, so I did it."

    "No, Lord Arthur, he told me himself!" Bree was a little excited.

    "I''ll tell you myself?" Morin looked at Bree suspiciously as he walked.

    "Yes!" Bree raised his chin and said seriously, "that day, I sat by a fire and chatted with the Lord. He told me that many changes would take place in the territory in the future. He also asked us to build a warehouse to store excess food!"

    Bree looked proud, but Morin laughed.

    "Yes, yes, there are many changes, such as where you shit just now! But the warehouse probably doesn''t need it, because he let people spill the feces we pulled out into the farmland!"

    Hearing Morin''s ridicule, Bree stuck his neck and said with some uncertainty: "Lord, there must be his way. Maybe the land can really grow more food after pouring feces."

    "Bree, you''re so dizzy!" Morrison said disdainfully, "he doesn''t even know what wheat looks like. How can he know how to farm! My father said that he''s just a child fooling around and can''t grow food. Everyone has to rob food from his castle!"

    "There''s no food in the castle! We''ve eaten it up when we transported it to the fortress!" Morris''s words surprised Bree.

    "Who told him to throw dung into the ground?"

    Morin was short and had a disability on one foot. When they arrived, many people had gathered in the square.

    "How''s it going, Bree, see?"

    There were so many people that they had to stand behind the crowd. Morin was not tall, so they had to ask Bree with his head up.

    "Yes, Sir Arthur''s bodyguard! I''ve seen it!"

    "How many people? Are they all wearing armor! Are they particularly tall and powerful! What did they say?" Morin urged Bree nearby.

    On tiptoe, Bree listened carefully with his ears on his side, "it seems that he is measuring the field, and he has to cultivate more land. He said that he will plant by rotation in the future..."

    After listening, Bree conveyed a word to Morrison nearby. Although he couldn''t hear clearly, he could always hear a general idea.

    "More land... I said he didn''t know how to farm. Now he wants to reclaim new land..."

    "Roar!!!"

    Morin was muttering, and a burst of cheers broke out in the crowd.

    The sudden situation interrupted his self-talk, dragged Bree, who was also cheering beside him, and urged: "what''s the matter, Bree! Did you say something again! Tell me quickly!"

    "Duty free!" Bree looked excited at his friend. "Morin! Lord wants to exempt us from tax!!"