Medieval world.
February 21, 0001.
Wu Qingchen entered the medieval world again for the tenth day.
early morning.
Acre Village.
"At the corner, where there are two big trees... it's almost there, right in front..."
In the forest, a police officer and four serfs were walking slowly.
The four serfs walking in front held wooden poles, torches, grass balls, and a large pile of planks in their hands.
Antoine, who was walking behind, held a stick in his left hand and a sharp ax that had been sharpened all night.
Antoine had a faint smile on his face.
In the past two days, Antoine's life has been quite comfortable.
The serfs can basically eat enough, and they can bring home a little food for their families every day. In order not to lose such a good thing, these guys worked very hard, and Antoine basically didn't need to spend too much thought.
What's more, every time a honeycomb is moved successfully, Antoine can receive a bowl of wheat from the master!
A bowl of wheat!
These are not beans!
A whole bowl of wheat, with a little peas and cabbage, is enough to feed the whole family for a whole day!
Of course, everyone knows that Antoine has a good wife and is a person who knows how to live, so he certainly wouldn't spoil good things like this.
The wheat given by the master is of course the plumpest and freshest wheat, especially the wheat given by the pastor, which may also have the blessing of the master, how can we eat it directly
It must be collected well, and in the coming year, it will be planted in the allocated land, so that there will be a few more germinated wheat stalks.
By the way, add honeycomb!
Just as he was imagining the next year's field full of wheat stalks and every stalk full of wheat seeds, the smile on Antoine's face grew stronger.
At this moment, from the corner of Antoine's eye, he suddenly noticed that the serf who was walking at the back, didn't know whether he stepped into the empty space or got into something, and suddenly staggered and fell sideways.
"oops!"
Not only because he was the last one to see it first, but also because of some reason that Antoine didn't realize, when the other serfs hadn't reacted, Antoine had rushed a few steps forward reflexively. , and supported the serf who almost fell.
"Thank you, police officer... fortunately, I have you." The serf quickly thanked him.
"It's all right." Antoine didn't care, "Just watch it, it's very difficult to walk in the forest, be careful, don't waste time."
"Okay, I will be careful." The serf nodded repeatedly.
"Police officer..." At this time, another serf's voice came from the side: "Your things."
An Tuowan turned his head, only to realize that just now, in a panic, he was busy helping people, and unexpectedly threw the ax and stick on the ground.
Then, when he was talking to the serf who almost fell down, the serf next to him helped him pick it up.
"Well… "
Antoine took the ax and club handily.
After a small episode, the team moved on.
Walking at the end, with a stick in one hand and an ax in the other, a certain thought hovered in Antoine's head from time to time:
Think about it carefully, there is no chance to use a stick these two days, why do I have to bring it
In addition, do I have to carry something as heavy as an ax by myself
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at the same time.
Village trail.
Along the narrow path, there is a long row of tall wooden poles. Each wooden pole is covered with a roof to keep out the wind and rain, and honeycombs are hung on the bottom. There are dozens of steps between each pole The distance extends from the corner to the next corner.
On both sides of the trail, in the open commons, buckwheat flowers bloomed.
This is the lord's common land where the villagers served the summer service in the previous year, and it is also the only way to the plowed land for this year's summer service.
It was the time to serve, and a large group of free men rushed to the public land where their families were allocated, carrying the farm tools they had just received from the village head.
Four constables blocked the corner of the lane.
The police officer standing at the front kept yelling at the blocked villagers: "Go slowly! Go slowly! Come and take a look! You can see clearly before going over! Otherwise, be careful of being sticked!"
"What's wrong? Quincy..."
Upton stopped a villager standing in front.
"It's the lucky Appleton!" Quincy turned his head and saw the people around him clearly, envy immediately appeared on his face, "How is the black bread that the pastor gave you, is it delicious?"
"Hey, good luck, good luck." Upton smiled a little embarrassedly, and continued to ask, "What's wrong in front? Why don't you let it go?"
"It's not to prevent the past..." Quincy replied, "It's to let us be more careful."
"Be careful in the past? What do you mean?"
"You'll know when you come over and have a look." With that said, Quincy made a little gap.
Upton leaned over and immediately saw a long row of drawing boards beside the police officers.
On the first drawing board, a villager with a vague face is drawn. One of the villager's hands is holding a wooden pole on which a beehive is hung.
"What does that mean? Let's help hold the pole?"
"Hey... Hold on to the wooden pole?" Quincy laughed, "Look carefully."
Upton took a closer look, and found that there were two black lines drawn on the other side of the first drawing board.
"What do you mean?" Upton didn't quite understand.
"Look what's over there..." Quincy raised his hand and pointed to the side of the drawing board.
"It's a police officer, what's wrong?"
"Look at what the constable has in his hand."
"The police officer has..." Looking at the police officer's arm, Upton immediately shuddered, "Could it be that..."
"That's right, if anyone accidentally touches the wooden pole, he will be rewarded with a stick twice! How about it, are you going to help out?"
"No help, no help!" Upton shook his head quickly.
As the stick was involved, Upton quickly pulled himself together and looked at the drawing boards one by one.
The arm hits the wooden pole, two sticks.
Farm implement hits wooden pole, two sticks.
The body touches the wooden pole, five sticks.
Hit the honeycomb, a long row of sticks.
Knock down wooden poles, dense sticks.
Seeing so many precautions and such dense sticks, Upton couldn't help shivering again.
"This... Can this still pass?"
"Yeah! Can this still go?" Quincy also had a headache: "Can this road still go?"
The path is very narrow. In the past, when the villagers passed by, it was fine when their hands were empty. Once they brought the farm tools, they needed to be careful to avoid the farm tools from being caught on the buckwheat stalks belonging to the master.
Now, the wooden poles on which the beehives are hung take up a small part of the road, and the villagers don't know what posture to use to pass the path safely.
"Walking?"
The villagers' comments reached the ears of the police officers. The police officer standing in the front first smiled, and then said loudly: "Don't worry, you don't have to walk!"
Next, Quincy, Upton, and other villagers standing in front saw that after blocking the road, two police officers led a small group of serfs to the side of the path with wooden poles.
Next, under the command of the police officers, the serfs raised their sickles and waved them at the buckwheat growing beside the path without hesitation.
Waved to the buckwheat!
Master!
In this way, the extremely precious buckwheat that has bloomed and partially fruited in the lord's land was forcibly cut out a new road!
"Master! With so much buckwheat, how much can you harvest in autumn, how many days can you eat..."
Watching this scene dumbfounded, Quincy's voice seemed to be groaning when he spoke: "Since you are worried about getting hit by the side of the road, why don't you just stick the wooden pole directly into the buckwheat field?"
"Because, the honeycomb that Ross moved at the beginning was inserted on the side of the road... besides..."
Standing by the side, Upton continued: "Compared with buckwheat stalks full of wheat seeds, what is this little?"
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village center.
Tall and wide wooden house.
Sitting near the "hole in the wall", Steward Ifrit held up a scroll and examined it carefully.
"Father." The eldest son hurried back to the wooden house: "The new road has been completed on the buckwheat side of the lord's land."
"Hmm..." Everett nodded.
The cabin was quiet again.
Standing by the side, hesitating for a long time, the eldest son said again: "Father, it's better not to cut buckwheat in the place where the nest will be moved tomorrow?"
"What's the matter? I'm worried that the buckwheat stalks of the honeycomb will not be able to produce so many wheat seeds?"
"yes."
The son nodded: "If the buckwheat stalks bear more seeds in the place where the nest is moved, then of course there is nothing to say... But if there is no change... so many cattle were injured in the village a while ago, so the harvest this autumn would have been better." Fewer... If you cut off the buckwheat, it will be even worse! Such a small harvest, the baron's side... "
"Hey, you're thinking wrong!"
Ifrit smiled, and put down the parchment in his hand: "You should think about it this way: this year's harvest is already like this anyway, if you don't move the beehive, you won't be able to reach the previous year's tax no matter what, leaving the roadside Buckwheat, how much more wheat can you add to the baron? And once the nest is moved, it will be full of wheat seeds like the allotment on the Ross side. If we cut a little bit of buckwheat to protect the honeycomb, how could it make the baron angry? "
"Ah, so it turns out..."
The eldest son suddenly understood the reason, and immediately thought of the behavior of another manager of the village: "No wonder Priest Praia wants to move 100 beehives at once!"
"Humph!"
Mentioning this one, Ifrit immediately had an unhappy expression on his face: "This master thinks of a lot more than us!"
"What's the matter, father?" asked the eldest son, puzzled.
"Hmph! I've been fooled by him!"
Ifrit said: "When we were discussing moving the beehives that night, he deliberately reminded me that most of the beehives in the village belonged to the Baron Lord, and tempted me to add ten or twenty beehives slowly..."
"Isn't that right? You will be whipped for using the baron's property without permission!"
"Oh son, you're as stupid as I am..."
Ifrit sighed: "Think about the land allocated by Ross and his family. Buckwheat seeds have doubled or tripled! Doubled or tripled! Even the surrounding areas have more or less increased by 30% Fifty percent! Thirty-five percent! Such a tall, amazing wheat seed! What is a whipping?"
"It's certainly worth a whip for the extra wheat... but..."
The eldest son said hesitantly: "Because of so many and such important matters, of course you have to tell the baron immediately!"
"Really?" Ifrit said with a wry smile, "Praya doesn't need to tell the baron first!"
"Why... hey... ah! ah!"
The eldest son suddenly understood: "Seeing the buckwheat fields over there, Priest Praia immediately decided... to move a hundred beehives first..."
"Because this is the use of the baron's property..." Ifrit continued.
"So I need to write a letter to my family first, asking my family to guarantee..." The eldest son looked dull.
"So, the Praia family first knew the benefits of the honeycomb..." Ifrit concluded with a wry smile.
"But, in this case... won't the baron blame him?" The eldest son suddenly thought of the flaws.
"Why should you blame him?" Ifrit asked: "The buckwheat flowering period is not long. In order to make the baron's buckwheat produce more seeds, Praia did not hesitate to ask his family to guarantee the honeycomb... What a good minister!"
"But..." The eldest son still couldn't figure it out: "Even if it makes sense, but now even we have figured it out. It's impossible for the baron to be deceived all the time, right?"
"It's not to deceive the Baron..." Ifrit shook his head slowly: "What does the Baron care about? No matter who gets the beehive, he will have a share of the tax anyway... Pastor Praia, too It’s just to let my own family get ahead and get more beehives.”
"With this statement, no one can blame, Pastor Praia, for such an important matter, he didn't tell the baron first."
Ifrit finally concluded: "Of course, the most important thing about all of this is that the buckwheat doubles its seeds, and it was originally Praia. Andre, a student of Praia, and Los, the actual student of Praia, made it together. It is only natural for Praia to take advantage of the good things that come out... The hateful thing is that this cunning guy actually blocks the opportunity for others to complain!"
"Father… "
The eldest son suddenly became nervous: "Then we... the cousin's house, and the uncle's house, if the honeycomb..."
"Don't worry..." Ifrit finally showed a little smile: "The person who can immediately think of this idea after standing next to the lot for a while, how could he not consider this... Our family, and your uncle Home should be fine, relatives farther away..."
Ifrit shook his head slowly.
"My lord, my steward..."
At this moment, a humble voice came from outside the door.
The eldest son opened the wooden door.
Outside the door, Pamela, this educated low-class person, the messenger of Akeli village, took off her hat, bowed her head, and held a bag in her hand, revealing the seal of a large pile of parchments: "The pastor asked I went to deliver the letter, and he told me that you happened to have three letters to send as well."
Exactly three letters
The eldest son also had a wry smile on his face.
After taking the parchment that Manager Ifrit had prepared, the messenger left.
The eldest son closed the door.
Ifrit stood beside the "hole in the wall".
Through the hole in the wall, the messenger is carrying a parchment, and the messenger's two sons are carrying a large basket of wooden boards. The figures of the three gradually fade away.
Ifrit had a thoughtful look on his face.
"What's the matter, father?"
"I saw it just now..." Ifrit said, "Pamela is holding the first parchment scroll with the stamp of the parish church."
"Um?"
"Although Praia is cunning, she has always taken good care of the people around her. If my guess is correct, Akeli Village will soon have an extra master."
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