40 – Enable internal cheat (2)

There is a common misconception people have about farming in the past.

The idea is that people in all countries would use human waste equally to increase crop yields.

The cause of such misunderstanding is that Korea, especially Joseon, used all the excrement of people, pigs, cows, and chickens when composting, but…

In the West, they don’t know about livestock excrement, but they didn’t use it at all because they thought how to spread human excrement on the land where people eat crops.

In fact, even now, Westerners sometimes touch ‘completely sterilized and chemically treated compost’ to check its condition…

When you touch compost made from chicken excrement, cow dung, etc., you don’t think it’s dirty.

Also, in Baron Creutel, where I now live, when I went on a farm inspection before, Zachry had told me that it was made using the excrement of ‘chicken, cow, or pig’.

So, a new idea started flashing in my head.

Yes, back when I was in my master’s degree, a professor suddenly had a seizure.

“There are novels with the theme of ‘reincarnation in another world’ among young people these days, but does it make sense for the main character to turn the world upside down with just that kind of knowledge?”

While saying these things, you wrote a book against living creatures from another world that is over 1,000 pages long.

While researching data related to that, I went out with the doctoral students to die..

However, now I feel grateful to the professor who changed me until I died in my graduate school days, grabbing a pen and starting to record the plan I had in mind.

After recording all the plans for an hour, two hours, or quite a long time, all of the frameworks came together before I knew it.

When I checked again for the last time, confirming that there was nothing wrong, I let out a loud shout in the office where I was alone.

“I wrote it all! If you stick to this plan, you’ll be free from this person’s irritating poop and pee. And since you can get jobs for the poor and increase agricultural productivity, this is alchemy!!!”

After that, I felt drowsiness pouring in, probably because I had worked hard until late at night.

So, without resisting the drowsiness, I quietly fell on my desk and went to sleep.

**

“Oh, I slept well…”

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My body feels refreshed from a good night’s sleep, but my back feels sore from sleeping face down at my desk.

So I tried to straighten my back and stretch, but suddenly I saw that a blanket was placed on my shoulder.

Did Ella come into the office and cover me for fear of being cold, or another butler or maid?

I don’t know exactly who it is, but thanks to that, I was able to sleep warmly.

And after waking up, I roughly washed my face with the water placed in front of my office desk, and then called the butler passing by my office and asked.

“What time is it now?”

“Soon it will be noon. I just heard from Sebas that the inspectors of the territory will be coming soon.”

“Yes, thank you.”

**

At noon, the inspectors of my estate rushed into my office.

Apparently, it wasn’t enough that I was angry with them yesterday. I didn’t like the job so much that I told them to go to the slums and investigate. It seems to have worked.

In the future, should I get angry if I do a rough job and say that I will go to the site and inspect it myself…

“Okay, report it.”

Upon hearing that, the inspector standing closest to my desk in my office lowered his head slightly toward me and started talking.

“Yes, first of all, five of our inspectors led their bailiffs, guards, and servants to directly investigate the behavior of the slums. As a result, the poor usually take a bath once every two months, and it is not long ago that the streets were piled up with excrement.”

No matter how much this is a medieval world, once every two months, if you don’t wash like that, no matter how strong you are, you’ll get a skin disease…

So when I met people living in the slums, a lot of them, if not occasionally, smelled like they were rotting…

“Then, what about diseases such as skin diseases or infectious diseases?”

“We couldn’t investigate skin diseases, but as a result of directly asking the slums, it was said that contagious diseases had spread inside the slums.”

As expected, I’m just lucky that the contagious disease didn’t circulate even though ‘hygiene is so-so’…

In this era, when there is something like typhoid fever or cholera, there is no answer other than feeding oral fluids, and even if that happens, one out of 1000 people will die…

Even to make oral fluid, you have to put in a huge amount of sugar and salt, so if you use sugar to save people…

Although the possibility of a rebellion and the loss of productivity due to the loss of citizens is better than spending almost free sugar…

It would have been a huge loss because I had to give up that much of the profit I could get from selling sugar.

Thinking about that, I sighed and asked.

“Right. But why didn’t the report come up to me? If the contagious disease had spread during my father’s time, he would have made a report.”

The inspector, who had heard that, replied with a pale face.

“In empty, slums, in cases like this… when a contagious disease circulates… the patient is locked in the house and killed. I heard that taking such measures, throwing away the food that person ate, and closing all places where they drank water for a month or two.”

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Memories of the past when I was studying the Black Death ran through my head.

In Europe, when the Black Death occasionally circulated, in some cities, the infected person and their family were put in the house where the infected person lived and their family members were starved to death or burned to death.

If doing so could prevent the spread of the Black Death, which has a fatality rate of 30-40%, I thought it was a reasonable ‘sacrifice of a cow for the great’.

At the time I was researching and studying this, I thought it would be nice if there was a ‘a little more humane way’, and I studied lightly…

Now that I hear it like this, I didn’t commit a crime, but I was dizzy when I heard that people were starving to death just because they had a contagious disease.

“Go ahead.”

“So thanks to that, the epidemic broke out in the slums, but I heard that the situation was able to be finished with dozens of people dying.”

After he had said that, the inspector saw me and knelt down to plead guilty, perhaps because he was afraid of my anger.

So I got up to stop him, struggled to suppress my anger, and smiled.

“No, this is not a matter of how you could have done it. It is also my fault for not giving orders to thoroughly supervise the slums. That’s why, on this matter… I’ll end with a light reprimand. A 20% reduction in the salaries of inspectors in the district in charge for two months, and a 15% reduction in the case of bailiffs in the district for the same period.”

The inspector’s expression softened slightly at the relatively light punishment of a pay cut.

And I continued to receive the reports of the inspectors, and I put them all together in a large book.

After tidying up, I ordered the butler outside to come in with a large piece of paper and a chair for them to sit on.

After a while, the butler and some of the servants brought chairs for them to sit on and papers on which they had transferred their plans and hung them on the wall of the office.

When each of the inspectors was ready to write down what I had explained, I looked at them and began to explain.

“I think contagious diseases occur a lot in dirty places. As proof of that, if you look for the place where all epidemics started right away, isn’t it a slum?”

After hearing that, the inspectors nodded their heads as if they thought it made some sense.

“That’s why, as the lord of Creutel, I plan to collect and manage the excrement and urine of the place where they live, or even the entire territory. And the plan is as written on the paper hanging here. Are you ready to write it down?”

“Yes, I am ready.”

As they started taking notes, I grabbed the baton lying on my desk and pointed to the first item.

“First of all, I order the installation of toilets or containers for excrement anywhere in Creutel. So that it can be installed in every corner of the countryside within the next month. Also, in order to collect these excrement, some second and third sons will be hired in the countryside. They will be provided with two meals a day, three Dongs for each day they work, and a salary increase of up to six Dongs will be paid according to the number of years of service.”

During the explanation, a manager raised his hand and asked.

“However, budget is a concern for that. And where those who do such things live, wouldn’t it be better to give them food than fairy tales?”

To be honest, there’s no danger of a ‘budget shortfall’ in Creutel now unless I throw a pot of drugs and cover this mansion with gold.

However, it would be better to give grain to the rural people and the poor, who have little to spend money on.

Why, money is good, but you can’t chew and eat it.

And if you make all of this into compost and spread it, food production will increase by that much, so you need to consume it.

“Okay, then I will give you 60 kilos of barley every month in exchange for money.”

“Isn’t 60 kilos too much? A serf usually eats about 120 kilos a year… if you cut it down a little more…”

I shouted loudly at the inspector who said that.

“Stop the bullshit. Even if such words are spoken in other territories, isn’t Kreutel rich in food? And we need people to exploit the surplus land and increase business! In other words, we must create a society where the second and third sons can get married!!!”

“I’m sorry. dismissal.”

“It was enough to know. Then continue the explanation. Instead, they will work ten hours a day instead of eight, like the serfs, and this is what they do. Are you ready to write it down?”

And after a while, I continued talking.

“First, go around each house once a week and collect the poop and urine in a cart. Then, I move the shit and urine to the place I designated. Then, put the feces from the cart and grass such as straw in the hole you dug, and collect the urine separately and ferment and pour it for two weeks.”

One of the inspectors who heard me looked at me with a reserved expression and asked if I had heard and understood what I was saying.

“Sir, are you trying to make manure by collecting human excrement?”

“It is.”

The inspector asked me with a serious expression.

“No, I don’t know if it’s chicken or pig poop, but why bother putting human poop in it? Isn’t it dirty?”

Hearing that, I sneered and replied, “Huh.”

“The bible says that human dung, pig dung, and chicken poop are all equally filthy. If so, wouldn’t it be the same when you use it as compost? And if you process the dung and make fertilizer, it will be of great help to the serfs. I will continue.”

“Yes, Your Excellency.”

“And make a lid the right size for the hole you dug, mix the excrement and urine, and cover it. After a week, open the lid again, turn it over with a shovel, and put the lid back on. Repeat that over and over again, and if it doesn’t smell, give it to the serfs for free. All right, let’s go.”

When one of the inspectors heard that, he said with a puzzled look on his face.

“All right. Your Excellency, but if you’re going to do such a dirty job, wouldn’t it be right for criminals to do it too?”

Come to think of it, now criminals are all locked up in the prison tower and nothing is done, right?

“Let it be.”

**

And in the city of Creutel, a few days later.

“Ouch smell!! No matter how much I commit a crime, why do I have to sit and pee on people!! I don’t even eat one of these, but the meal is the same, porridge with a little bit of barley!!!!”

“So, you have to live a good life. I’m having a hard time because of bugs like you, so I can do my job quickly!!”

After that, a guard standing next to the criminal spreading shit and piss kicked the complaining prisoner.

Then, the guard looked up at the sky and complained.

“It’s good to use criminals when composting, but why do we have to work while smelling this… Your Excellency…”

From this point on, thugs who want to commit crimes fear that if they get caught, they will become ‘poo and pee’…

Creutel’s crime rate has decreased, albeit slightly.

I looked at the report and now started preparing to move towards the next reform.

“An army advances only when it eats. In that case, I will make you a combat ration filled with the essence of the Western modern era that you can eat. Even something harder than a brick should be fed…”