Qin Lun thought about it, then squatted down on the ground, grabbed a handful of dust and wiped it off his face, and didn't stop until he was getting dirty.
Qin Lun carefully avoided the sight of the servants of the manor, and quietly groped towards the stable. He had already figured out who he was going to pretend to be next.
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"Tony, why don't you go and see what's wrong with the master's horse?" The manor housekeeper stopped his work, opened the window to look at the stable, and turned his head to order one of his servants.
"Oh, yes." The young manservant walked out of the gate of the manor with some reluctance, and walked towards the stable where the horses neighed loudly.
In the Wilson Manor, there were black slaves who took care of the cattle and horses, but the work on the plantation was very busy at the moment, and all the people were working in the fields.
The manservant named Tony muttered something in his mouth, and walked slowly towards the stable.
There was no slavery in Europe in this era, and only the colonial plantations in North America used black slaves from the Black Triangle trade in large numbers. However, the rich families and nobles of this era still had many tenant farmers and domestic servants attached to them.
There are also servants in the noble manor. As a personal servant who can serve the master's banquet, Tony's status in the manor is much higher than that of the groom. Naturally, he doesn't want to serve the horses when preparing for the dinner.
It's just that he just walked to the door of the stable, looked inside, and immediately forgot his complaints, and was frightened by the irritable horses in the stable that were kicking and bouncing.
"Oh, my God!" Tony was stunned for a while before returning to his senses, and immediately ran to the gate of the stable, trying to appease the inexplicably mad animals.
"Yu Yu..." However, the young manservant was not a groom familiar with these horses after all, a brown Dutch horse raised its head and knocked him on its back.
"Do you need help?" Just as Tony was in a panic, a young man poked his head in at the door of the stable.
"Of course, damn it!" Tony got up from the ground annoyedly, and cursed at the big beast in front of him, "Help me hold it!"
"Hehe, that's not okay. This Groningen horse is very spiritual. To reduce its vigilance, you need to be more gentle." The young man who came in from the door smiled and put down the burden on his shoulders, and walked to the front of the stable.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Tony, who had been trying to hold the horse's head, suddenly turned pale with fright. He saw the young man who came in bent over and got into the stable.
"Don't worry, I'm just looking to see why it's so irritable... oh, I see, it got stuck on a wooden splinter!"
"Okay, okay, little beauty, don't be afraid, the pain will stop soon..."
"Yuu..." The Dutch mare suddenly trembled all over, snorted loudly, and really calmed down slowly.
"Look, it's the wooden thorn stuck in the butt that makes it so irritable!" The young man got out from behind the horse's buttocks, and showed Tony a two-inch long wooden thorn, "It should be in the stable. The wood backing has burrs."
"It's all the fault of those slackers in the stable. I'll let Butler Parker teach them a lesson!" Tony muttered angrily.
"Okay, the other horses should be affected by it, and they will be fine when they calm down." The young man handed the wooden spur to Tony, and said with a smile, "However, when the others come back, it's best to let them burn Get some hot water and scrub this little beauty to prevent the wound from getting infected. This Dutch warmblood is probably the lord's treasure!"
"Thank you very much, you are not from the manor, I don't think I have ever seen you!" Tony finally had time to look at the young man in front of him, and asked with a vigilant face.
The colonies on the North American continent were never a safe place, and colonists from the European continent often faced countless difficulties and dangers.
Hatred Indians, thieves, bandits, pirates, vagabonds, escaped slaves... Tony has seen many ulterior motives near the manor. Even if the young man in front of him looked like a simple and honest person, and he had helped him just now, he would not let his guard down.
"I'm from Wilmington in the north. There are too many younger brothers and sisters in my family. My father said that I have grown up and asked me to find a job, which will reduce the burden on the family!" The young man smiled a little embarrassedly.
Tony's heart moved slightly. As a servant working for the plantation owner, he understood what happened to the young man in front of him. Most of the families who came to North America to make a living were not rich. As poor people, most of them were driven out by their families at the age of eighteen or even sixteen.
If I'm not lucky, I'm probably about the same as him! Thinking of this, Tony took a closer look at the young man. He was wearing a shabby coat, the trousers rolled up were full of mud, his face and hair were dusty, and he looked like he had traveled a long way.
Looking at the small package thrown on the ground by the young man and the simple and honest smile on his face, Tony's vigilance suddenly eased a lot.
"Come on, come with me!" Tony tilted his head, and motioned to the young man, "There is still some mashed potatoes left over from lunch in the kitchen, you just helped me a lot, I think Butler Parker doesn't mind this bit of food .”
"That... thank you so much!" The young man licked his dry lips and couldn't help swallowing.
"You haven't had lunch today, have you?" Tony glanced secretly and asked amusedly.
"Yes, yes, I haven't eaten anything since last night." The young man blushed and lowered his head in embarrassment.
"Oh!" Surprisingly, Tony didn't laugh at him, instead he quickened his pace and led the young man towards the main building of the manor.
Luckily, I ran into a sympathetic kid after only one shot! Looking at Tony's back, Qin Lun raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
This world has just undergone some transformation of magic laws, and belongs to the low-magic world, which greatly suppresses the high-level magic abilities of the apostles.
But even so, the elf story of Qin Lun's elf blood can still have some effect. It is no problem to appease the manipulated Dutch horse. The key lies in the timing of the shot and how to win the trust of the servants who came to inspect the manor.
He has been observing around the stable for a long time, and he is sure that the grooms have all gone to work in the fields. And at this time, it happened that the manor was preparing for a dinner party. Older and experienced servants like the butler and the head maid would not have time to check the stables. At most, they would send a young manservant over.
This also means that the difficulty for Qin Lun to communicate with him has been greatly reduced. As long as he can win the trust of the servants of the first manor, it will be easier to influence other people with his help and establish a preliminary sense of identity.
This is similar to the brainwashing process of later generations of pyramid schemes, and it is an application of psychology.
Of course, Qin Lun's plan was a bit rough compared to the previous ones. However, one is that he doesn't have much time to waste, and the other is that the plan is simple, as long as he tries a few times, he will always hit a suitable breakthrough one time.
"By the way, have you ever raised a horse before?" Tony asked when he walked to the gate of the manor and suddenly remembered something.
"Well, my father had a small ranch in Walsall that went bankrupt and our family immigrated here. I worked at Brown's Ranch west of Wilmington, and Mr. Brown got two The big black man took my place, and he thinks my wages are too high." Qin Lun said sadly, "Actually, I only have one pound plus fifteen shillings a month."
"Less than two pounds?" Tony was taken aback. This salary was basically on par with the lowest servants in Wilson Manor.
For a groom, even food and lodging is considered low income. Of course, for black slaves who don't need money, the salary is considered high.
"The horses in the Brown Ranch are much worse than those in your stable. Although they are not food horses, they are not racing horses either. They are only sold to draw carts." Qin Lun shrugged and said helplessly, "This Stallions are easier to take care of, Mr. Brown doesn't need a groom like me!"
Qin Lun's resentment for being underappreciated did not arouse the sympathy of Tony the servant, but it made him further dispel his suspicions.
Caring for racehorses and stallions is exactly the same as caring for cart horses. The former one needs to be served by one person only for the night feed, while the latter one is more durable, and the feed does not need to be carefully matched.
The former type of horse requires professional grooms and herdsmen who are very familiar with horses, while the latter type of horse can be used by black slaves as long as they are taught for a month. Tony could fully understand why the farmer of the Brown Ranch would not want the young groom in front of him.
"Walsall? Are you an Englishman?" Tony rolled his eyes, suddenly slowed down, and whispered to Qin Lun, "Actually, our master has always been very disrespectful to those niggers in the stable. Satisfied, you will be smarter later, you may have a chance to find a job here... "
"I didn't expect this guy to be a racist!" Qin Lun looked at Tony, who was pretending to be nonchalant, and curled his lips mockingly. He pretended to be a groom just to get a chance to enter the manor openly, and he didn't even think about staying for a long time.
From Qin Lun's point of view, if there is something wrong with Sir Wilson, he can basically find out tonight. If there is no problem, then he must leave early tomorrow morning, after all, there are only four days left in his stay.
"Tony, why did you come here? The kitchen is so busy, come and help!" Tony led Qin Lun into the manor through the side door, and a fat cook lady who looked a bit old came out of the kitchen and looked fiercely at the two of them. shouted.
"Here, here!" Tony replied, lowering his voice and said quickly, "Meilanda is back, she is the cook of the manor, it seems that there is no way to get you food now. You follow me to help first, if Meranda has no objection to letting you work, butler Parker will at least let you have a meal later."
"No problem, I have plenty of strength." Qin Lun rolled up his sleeves happily.