blueteamnovel Chapter 255 Golden Lion Language
Chapter 255 Golden Lion Language
After a few rounds of drinks, the nobles, who had initially maintained their composure, began to chatter as they gathered around the stone table in twos and threes.
Darian's face was flushed, and suddenly he remembered something and leaned forward.
"Viscount, I'm not afraid to admit it, but the smell of my Thornholde territory gives me a headache in the summer. But your Chiffon City is as clean as my living room, why doesn't it smell at all?"
This question struck a chord with everyone present, who unconsciously put down their glasses and pricked up their ears.
Chiffon cakes hold many secrets; some you definitely shouldn't ask, but others you should be able to.
For example, I won't ask you how you built a city in such a short time, but I can at least ask why there's no stench in the city, right?
Before coming to Chiffon, they thought it was normal for some aspects of the territory to be backward, because everyone was like that.
After visiting Chiffon City, I realized that some things can be changed, just like Richard's farming techniques.
No extraordinary methods are needed; you just need to follow the example. Town planning is the same!
In the past, it was either out of necessity or due to traditional habits, but it doesn't mean they liked their territory to be smelly.
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Richard smiled slightly at the crowd's curiosity.
"This is not difficult. Everyone knows about drainage ditches, right? In Chiffon City, sewage pipes are buried under every house."
"In this way, the sewage and wastewater of the city's residents can be discharged through pipes like rainwater, without being exposed to the elements or passing through the streets, so there will be no accumulation of odors."
"The filth outside the city will be cleaned up by the serfs on a regular basis, and then, using my farming techniques, it will be taken to another place to be buried and fermented, so that the city will naturally be cleaner."
He spoke casually, as if he were talking about something completely unremarkable, but everyone listened intently.
"If you also wish to follow suit in your own territory, but do not have the means to renovate all the houses within your territory, there are other ways."
"For example, dig a deep pool at intervals in the city, line the inner wall with stone slabs to prevent leakage, cover the pool opening to seal it, and leave only one outlet for pouring."
"Then establish laws that require the people of the city to dump their waste into the pool every day, and serfs to clean it up periodically."
"However, the pool walls must be built solidly, preferably using clay bricks fired in a blacksmith's shop, or some corrosion-resistant materials."
"Otherwise, sewage will seep into the ground, pollute the water source, and easily cause diseases among the people. In severe cases, it may even lead to a plague."
The nobles listened with shining eyes, nodding repeatedly as if they couldn't wait to take out paper and write it down. Even Earl Golden Lion looked on with a curious expression.
In fact, before Richard sold his farming techniques, there was nowhere to dispose of manure, so it was simply dumped outside the city or into the river.
Now, through fermentation technology, it can be converted into fertilizer and applied to the fields to replenish the soil with sufficient nutrients and fertility.
Each territory began to consciously collect the filth, but the usual method was to send serfs to the streets to collect it from each household.
I never imagined that it could be transported underground, just like a drainage ditch, for unified discharge and cleaning.
The idea is quite simple, but if you want to transform the existing urban area and connect every house to the pipeline, the difficulty is extraordinary.
Melanie swirled her wine glass, giving Richard a seductive look, and teased, "Your methods sound simple, but why hasn't anyone thought of them before?"
Richard laughed heartily.
"If I could, who would bother with those dirty things? It's just that I'm a clean person and can't stand the smell."
These words were spoken frankly and without any lecturing intent, which brought knowing smiles to everyone's faces.
Lawrence laughed too.
He put down his wine glass, tapped his fingers lightly on the stone table, and suddenly said, "Viscount Richard, after the autumn harvest, I would like to invite you to visit Golden Lion Castle."
Upon hearing this, all the other minor nobles were stunned.
Just this morning, the words of Earl of the Golden Lion outside Frost City, "Nobles value heritage and tradition," were still fresh in my mind.
How come their attitude has completely changed after only half a day in the city?
Yes.
Lawrence's attitude toward Richard has indeed changed.
The higher-ranking nobles dislike dealing with the lower-ranking nobles, simply because they find the lower-ranking nobles to be overly flattering and lacking in real strength.
The two sides are not even on the same level. No matter how much interaction they have, it will only be a waste of everyone's time.
But Chiffon was different. Through a brief encounter, Chiffon demonstrated a foundation no less impressive than that of a prominent family, and Richard himself possessed the demeanor and erudition of a great nobleman.
Besides, Chiffon's generosity and magnanimity were truly remarkable. She took out more than a dozen bottles of Venus wine without batting an eye to entertain the young nobles she was meeting for the first time.
Why would you want to befriend a miserly hyena instead of cultivating good relationships with such a lord?
That's why Lawrence set aside his reserve and decided to invite Richard to visit the Golden Lion Castle.
Just like the teachings of the Golden Lion language.
A lion can be arrogant, but it cannot be foolish.
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Moreover, he had other motives.
Instead of asking questions like the Thorn Baron, it would be better to just invite Richard back and let him see what aspects of Golden Lion City can be changed and how.
Especially with the flowers blooming freely and unrestrained throughout the city, which aristocrat with style and taste wouldn't be envious?
There is no harm without comparison.
He didn't expect it to be as exquisite as Qifeng City, but at least he wanted Golden Lion Street to look like it had just been robbed by bandits.
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Richard readily accepted the invitation from Golden Lion.
"Golden Lion's invitation is not something Chiffon can refuse. At that time, I would like to ask that Your Excellency prepare wine and drinks, and please do not try to fool me with horse urine from the street."
If a viscount had said this, Lawrence would probably have been angry, but since Richard had just brought out a dozen bottles of Golden Star blueberry wine to entertain him, it was purely a joke.
The crowd was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter!
In fact, these barons had been holding back for a long time.
Before Earl Golden Lion, they always treated him with utmost respect; who would dare to speak to him in such a tone?
Richard's teasing remark not only didn't offend anyone, but it also pierced through a barrier, completely dispelling the underlying tension of hierarchical distinctions.
Lawrence himself was taken aback, then shook his head and laughed.
He pointed to the Golden Star Blueberry Wine in front of him, his tone tinged with a hint of helplessness, yet also revealing a rare sense of ease.
"Chiffon serves me such fine food, and then you turn around and say that Golden Lion Castle would try to fool me with horse piss? If word gets out that, where will I put my face?"
"Don't worry, I have a bottle of 20-year-old Venus wine. If it's not as good as your blueberry wine, I'll accept the penalty."
Richard's eyes lit up instantly!
nice one!
He smiled and raised his glass: "Then it's a deal."
The two clinked glasses across each other, the wine swirling gently in their glasses.
Lucy sat quietly to the side, watching her beloved speak eloquently in front of a dozen nobles, and watching Lawrence go from being arrogant and reserved at first to taking the initiative to invite her.
The pride in her eyes was so intense it almost overflowed.
Melanie leaned over, got close to her ear, and whispered teasingly, "Can you stop looking? If you keep looking, your eyeballs will pop out."
Lucy chuckled softly, picked up her glass, took another sip, and said nothing.
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The atmosphere in the pavilion became increasingly harmonious.
After discussing town planning, the conversation naturally turned to farming, a matter of utmost concern to all the lords.
Lawrence spoke first, precisely steering the conversation in a direction that everyone present wanted to explore.
"Your Excellency Richard, ten thousand acres of farmland in Golden Lion Territory have been transformed according to your technology. The results will be available to test during the autumn harvest. I wonder what the yield is like in Qi Feng's farmland now?"