It is very hot in August, and even on the cooler Mediterranean West Coast, this is not a good time to go out for a trip.

But a small group of people was walking slowly under the scorching sun at this time.

There was a large parasol on Alexander's head, which was not for it, but for Barenti.

But the weather was really hot, so even under the shade of the umbrella, a bead of sweat still floated on the tip of Barenti's nose.

Seeing Alexander tilting his head to look at her, Barenti instinctively wiped the sweat stain on the tip of her nose with her hands. Speaking of which, if Alexander hadn't seen it, she would have wanted the sweat bead to stay for a while, and as for why she herself didn't understand.

But she knew that it would be bad if Alexander saw her like that, so she quickly touched her nose in a little busy manner, and then suddenly stared at Alexander with a little angrily.

Alexander didn't understand what Barenti was doing with this strange behavior. In fact, even Barenti herself didn't know why she was suddenly unhappy.

Holy Trinity Village is the farthest village from Montina. The farms here are large, and the most edge is even bordered by a distant village in Bologna. This also caused some conflicts between the two villages in the early years.

It is said that a little Bologna nobleman tried to resolve the dispute between the two villages by force, but the result was that the little nobleman was directly pulled off from the horse by a farmer from Montina, and then he was beaten by a very rude iron fist of the lower class people.

How to resolve the dispute at that time was no longer verified, but one thing is certain, when Alexander took over Montina, the village chief of the village that was controversial because of his rights came to Montina to ask the Lord.

Because of this, Alexander took good care of the village. At least from the beginning, he had no intention of chasing the rent that the village had been stealing for so many years. He wanted to cut a few pieces of meat from the sheep that seemed to be well-raised.

However, such a good day was obviously coming to an end. With the arrival of the Miss Luo Weire family, the farmers had already vaguely felt a completely different atmosphere than when they were the Earl before.

The lady of the Lovere family was very strict, which everyone felt, but what was worse was that she was very serious, and as a woman, she obviously read a lot of books.

So although the accounting check process was slow, the lady from the Luoweire family still caught some people's handles.

Now Miss Lovere has personally gone to the village accompanied by the Earl. After hearing the news, a group of people in the village who can make up their minds immediately gathered together, but after a long time, these people did not come up with a proper way to deal with it.

Miss Lovere was obviously here to find fault. Although some people did not go to the castle to meet the lady, the people who came back said that the lady was obviously not so easy to deal with and even more difficult to fool.

"I hope Miss Earl can understand our difficulties."

This is the last thought of the villagers who can manage the affairs, although they themselves know that this kind of words sounds so pale and powerless...

When entering the village, some elderly people in the village cautiously surrounded the two nobles to go to the church.

Although it is more suitable to say thatched houses than a church, and you can even see two donkeys tied under the eaves next to you, at least along the way, these people still took the opportunity to complain to the lady of the Luoweire family.

Whether it is natural disasters or man-made disasters or various unexpected troubles, these farmers have said it all, but what they say the most is war.

"Miss, you know, I've been fighting every day. I don't even remember that I have had a peaceful life from birth until now," an old man whose mud and dirt on his face was almost turned into stone grains, and "The village has to think more about it. If an army comes to collect grain, it will be in big trouble if it can't be taken out, so the village always needs to find ways to keep more harvests."

"So you will deduct the rent belonging to the lord?" Barenti looked at the old man coldly. Seeing that the dirt on his forehead was about to fall off because of anxiety, Barenti continued to say, "I should take back your land, but I think my fiancé would not agree to do so."

"Master Earl, you are such a good person."

The old man immediately looked back at Alexander. He thought that after the lady of the Rovere family came, the Count seemed to be useless when the Count said, but now it seems that things are not that true. At least Miss Rovere seems to care about the Count's thoughts very much.

Alexander looked at Barenti, who always stood up straight, and knew that she said this not to take care of his "Earl Master"'s prestige in the territory, but to do so.

"What the hell are you going to do?"

When there were only two people together, Barendi finally couldn't bear it. While she endured the stench of the wet grass in the village and the corral separated by a wall, she stared at Alexander opposite the table.

"If you don't let me punish these thieves, then tell me what you think?"

"I said before, let them change to vineyards," Alexander looked at the mud plate with a tiny look of suspicious yellow-spotted lamb, but still didn't risk trying this authentic country flavor. "My Agri will supply enough food, so I think Montina can be a high-value by-product."

Speaking of this, seeing Barenti's confusion expression on his face, Alexander thought about it and made an example.

"Just like the laces and various flower ornaments you consider as precious, those things are not worth much, but once a cotton thread is woven into a pattern, its value is several times higher than the original cotton thread. If it passes through the hands of a very famous tailor, perhaps these laces will become heirlooms, so that it will completely get rid of the value of just a thread of cotton thread..."

"You want Montina to create lace, not just cotton thread?"

Barenti suddenly interrupted Alexander's words, her eyes were calm, and she didn't seem so happy because she understood these explanations.

"The vineyards can bring us a lot of benefits," Alexander was not angry at Barenti's inappropriate behavior. He explained patiently, "Grapes can make wine. I believe my business is much easier than you think, especially in some cases in the future, I believe that I can make us rich."

Barendi noticed that Alexander seemed to have a dazed look for a moment, which made her a little annoyed.

When he thought about it carefully, he realized that sometimes Alexander seemed a little weird, because sometimes he would show a strange appearance when he spoke.

If it weren't for the fact that heresy was no longer so prevalent and he himself was an earl, Barenti even felt that he might have been dealt with as a heresy.

"Where did I just talk about?"

What made Barenti angry was that at this moment, Alexander seemed to be wandering around, and after she was secretly awakened, she couldn't remember what she said before.

"You said we can make a fortune," Barentie told herself to be calm. "Or can you tell us how to make a fortune."

"Oh, this will be unclear for a while," Alexander casually said, unable to tell Barenti that there is a moment in the future with the development of the New World, various strange species from the New World may have a significant impact on the whole of Europe, including jewelry and gold that has made countless people crazy and obsessed with, and also the flower and willow syphilis that cannot escape the fate of no matter the high or low.

As for the grape phylloxera, which was rashly introduced from the New World, and almost caused the entire European grape variety to suffer a catastrophe, it seemed that it would take a long time to appear.

Alexander shook his head slightly. Sometimes it seems that it is not a good thing to know too much.

For example, it was originally just a small matter between him and Barenti about the tenants stealing rent and taxes, but he couldn't help but think of more things, but these things could not be concealed by the fiancée in front of him, nor could she know too much, which made Alexander feel that it was really a headache.

“My territory can provide us with enough food,” Alexander said clearly. “And Montina can be a special vineyard, that’s it. I believe that the land here is certainly suitable for growing grapes, and I can bet on you.”

Barenti looked at Alexander helplessly. She knew that Alexander's appearance meant that he could not ask anything, and she had heard of the idea that Montina was suitable for growing grapes.

As her territory in the future, Barendi is actually very concerned about the place Montina.

As early as a few years ago, when she heard that this place would be her dowry, she had carefully inquired about the situation of this territory.

So when the village chiefs of Zhuangtou complained to her, she could immediately point out the incompleteness of these people's words.

But despite this, Barenti still didn't understand why Alexander was so sure that growing grapes could make her rich.

After all, there are many famous vineyards. Not to mention Tuscany and Romagna, there are a large number of grapes available for growing them in the further south of Lombardy and the north bank of the Po River.

"Believe me, it's all worth it in the end."

Alexander smiled at Barenti. Somehow he fell in love with this trick of teasing the girl who was known for her calmness. However, he also knew that Barenti could always endure him because his father had not sent someone to send her a reply.

Barendi wrote Alexander's threat almost in his original words in a letter to Rovery Old. In the letter, she had already emphasized that Alexander should not be just a threat, but may be the consequence of taking action. Especially at the end of the letter, Barendi seriously reminded her father:

"If a violent lion cannot be restrained, it should be shackled. I used to think I was such a shackle, but now I am worried that I will not be able to do the job. My fiancé is a man with great ambitions, so I have no doubt that he may have reached an agreement with the Venetians. If that is, it will be a very unfortunate thing for both the Rovere family and myself, so please be sure to take the letter I wrote to you seriously."

When Barendi sent someone to send this letter, she felt very complicated.

She didn't know whether it was right or wrong to do so, or even if the things written in the letter were inappropriate, so when she saw Alexander dealing with her perfunctorily, she felt indescribable dissatisfaction and even a little angry.

Inspection of the farm is a very hard thing, especially in this kind of weather, but Barenti seemed to be happy with this kind of thing. She rushed from one farm to the next farm. Often after inspecting a place, she began to urge her to go to the next destination without waiting for the horses that the hunting guards gave them.

Although she was very tired and even felt that it was more troublesome than facing the Genoese not long ago, Barenti's extraordinary diligence was admired by the hunting guards, especially when she heard her decisively and clearly expose the peasants' tricks again and again, many hunting guards even secretly glad that they did not meet such a landlord when they were farmers.

Miss Cosenca was also very strict, but she would never make a big fight for the liters of wheat that she had been greedy for. But the Miss Luo Weire in front of her was obviously not like this. She could find out even the few grains of wheat that she had greedy for.

"You are too kind to these people. You must know that only kindness cannot rule your people. You should let them know how to do it God, but there are also whips."

Looking at Barenti who looked like a judge, Alexander couldn't help but smile. He didn't tell Barenti that he knew what these farmers were doing, nor did he tell her that he was even adding fuel to the fire.

Alexander had thought about uneasy about growing food. For him, Montina's land was not originally a place to support his army, so even if Montina planted a lot of food, it would not make much sense.

As the center of the junction of Tuscany and Romagna, Montina is destined to be a place for competition among all parties in the future.

At that time, a rich production area was enough to make some people go crazy because of greed.

But a piece of land that produces grapes will have much less attractiveness, not to mention that in today's war-torn era, people's demand for food is much more than wine.

"We want to turn this place into a grape plantation, a large plantation," Alexander said to Barenti, who was always a little angry, "and then we can't divide the land according to the current situation, and even some villages may be cancelled."

"What are you going to do?" Barenti was a little confused. "Does it really have to build so many vineyard plantations?"

“This is just the beginning.”

Alexander's answer surprised Barenti.

Although it was very hard, Barenti felt that it would be much easier to patrol the farm than to get along with Alexander.

In the quarry a few fleas from Montina Castle, Barenti saw the prisoners.

Although these people were under Cargino's men, and most of them were mercenaries, when he saw that some of them were obviously fellow Genoa, Barendi couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"Why don't you agree to Cargino's conditions? Ten thousand florin is already a lot."

After thinking about it, Barenti finally made a suggestion to Alexander: "Maybe my father can get more benefits for you in it, but you should release all these people, at least some of them."

"I think that part must be Genoa."

Alexander's words annoyed Barenti, but she nodded seriously: "The coolies you asked them to do are simply not comparable to ten thousand Florin. With that amount of money you can even hire much more people than these."

"But these people can do jobs that workers can't do," Alexander was unmoved to Barenti's suggestion. "And I would reject Cargino because I knew he would definitely pay a greater price."

Alexander's guess was very accurate. When they returned to Montina Castle, they also learned about the news brought by the bishop of Montina of the Lovelle family.

Tony de la Rovere was not a conspicuous figure in the Rovere family, otherwise he would not have been to Montina as bishop. According to the Rovere family's habits, he should have been arranged to serve in a certain diocese.

However, Tony de la Rovere is a very good at scheming man. At least Alexander knew that he had a close relationship with several notorious bandits. In order to deal with Florence, he even personally instigated the use of bandits to attack Florence's trade routes.

"So you came this time in the name of the Genoa Parliament, Bishop?"

Hearing Alexander's question, Tony de la Rovere immediately denied: "Of course not, God proves that I am a Rovere."

"A Rovere who is very close to Cargino." Barendi sat beside him and couldn't help but speak to mock her cousin.

"My dear niece, it makes me sad that you say this," Tony de la Rovere looked at Barenti with some anger. "In fact, I brought news from your other uncle."

"Uncle Lafort?" Barenti's expression became slightly serious.

"This is really unfair. I am your uncle, but I have never seen you respect me so much." Tony de la Rovere nagged dissatisfiedly, and then looked at Alexander. "Lafore is in Genoa now, and Juliano sends him to deal with the parliament. Although the people of Cargino's family have been destroying it, Lafore is doing well," said the bishop's expression, "He brought the decision of the Genoa parliament."
To be continued...