"The parish? Of course!" The baron curled his lips: "How can you not tell the church about such an important matter?"
"Praya must do it," replied the steward.
"It must be done this way?" Looking at the parchment in his hand again, the baron sneered, "Including two or three days earlier than here?"
"You have already said..." the manager replied, "Which one's buckwheat has more seeds will not affect your harvest."
"Maybe, anyway..." The baron shook his head, "That sentence is too true: one more member in the church, one less member in the family!"
"You can help the family in the church." The head steward shook his head, pointing to the parchment in the baron's hand: "Although it's a bit late, at least you know."
"Yeah, I got it." The baron said, "But, with such a long time lag, the church must have already taken action in the village of Akeli."
"You own thirteen villages." The steward replied, "If it's as stated in the letter... the buckwheat in each village can double its seeds."
"Because of this, let's not let the church just reach out and grab an extra tithe..." The baron stood up: "Forget about the village of Akeli, cousin John has done a lot of things, and it deserves an extra harvest …but the remaining twelve villages, and five more, all have damned churches too…”
"Think about it carefully, and remind the group of vampires in the church not to be too greedy..." As he spoke, the baron spread out the parchment again, "Eh... Ross/Moll, this name..."
"Heal the cattle." The manager reminded at the right time.
"The idea of moving the cell was proposed by Ross/Moll... The method of moving the cell was found out by Ross/More... The matter of moving the cell was hosted by Ross/More!"
"Very good!" Seeing this, Baron Ackford slapped the table heavily: "Everything is done by Ross/More! It's all done by Ross/More, and my subjects are doing it!" As he said that, Baron Ackford recalled a little: "Loth/Moore, this kid...is he a cowherd now?"
"Yes, half a month ago, you must appoint him as the cowherd of Akeli Village... It's useless for anyone to object." The manager nodded.
"That's because the purpose of those objections is not really for the village of Akeli." As he spoke, Baron Ackford turned his head: "Also, as I remember, you did not object."
The steward smiled, but did not answer.
"Looks like I'm going to give Los/Moll a new appointment..." Baron Ackford walked back and forth: "What's the name... honeycomb... portion of land... honeycomb... portion of land..."
"Beekeeper..." After waiting for about half a minute, the manager said, "How about this name?"
"Good!" the Baron clapped his hands in admiration: "Very good! Ross/Moll, the beekeeper of Akeli village! The lord's beekeeper found the beehive, the lord's beekeeper figured out a way, the lord's beekeeper moved the bee ... Beekeeper of the lord, make the buckwheat double-seed! With this new title, I wonder why the churches in the other villages have any reason to charge extra tithes!"
"The parish priest is a wise man, he will understand what you mean." The steward replied with a smile.
"Yes." The baron lord nodded: "The parish owns more land than me, and there are places where nests can be moved everywhere... I don't need to bother them too much about small things in my small place."
"The priest should have informed the other pastors in Ackford."
"I hope so..." Baron Ackford let out a long breath: "Next, we can discuss the matter of relocating beehives in other villages..."
"Yes."
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The Middle Ages, Akeli Village.
February 27, 0001.
Wu Qingchen re-entered the sixth day of the medieval world.
In the past few days, Wu Qingchen was very reluctant to go out.
With the spread of the news, almost the entire Akeli village knew that the free citizen's land could also be relocated. At the same time, they also knew about this matter. Pastor Praia and Ifrit's management had been given full power to Wu Early morning/lowes to consider decision.
What happened next can be imagined.
The desire to fill their stomachs has greatly inspired the ingenuity of the villagers.
The villagers who could talk to Old William naturally went to the cowherd's mansion directly.
The villagers who were acquainted with brothers Yidra and Grace suddenly found themselves very interested in the architectural structure of the lord's barn.
Even little Nina, when she went out to collect firewood in the morning, there were suddenly a few more friends who were drooling and handed out "I was too full in the morning to hold this egg".
As the rightful owner, Wu Qingchen encountered even more harassment.
Villagers with relatively good family backgrounds also pay attention to decency, spending a considerable amount of food, buying a good wooden banquet on the table, and after eating and drinking enough water, they calmly said: as long as you are willing to take care of it, the buckwheat will double its seeds Finally, for the part of increasing production, you can open your mouth.
There are more villagers with mediocre backgrounds, carrying pastures, wheat, and peas, and pushing the red-eared, but bright-eyed daughter in front of Wu Qingchen: they are all specially selected good things, If you still like it, whether it's pasture, peas, or wheat seeds, I can get a few more in a moment... By the way, I have another one for my daughter!
Even the villagers who have nothing, are not helpless. They lead the bony mother-in-law and the child who is waiting to be fed, waiting on the only way Wu Qingchen must pass. When they see Wu Qingchen's figure, they immediately fall to the ground with a plop: I I know you have a lot of things to do, and you have more people and land to consider... I dare not ask you to insert a honeycomb next to my land, but as long as my house takes up a little light, from today on, whatever you let us do, our family will do !
Selling miserably is worse than being poor, wooden banquets, strong and beautiful women...
Every time she goes out, Wu Qingchen has to make full mental preparations, waiting to see the "simple" villagers, who come up with endless tricks.
Vague, procrastinating, trying to appease...
Clumsily coping with the enthusiasm of the villagers, every time Wu Qingchen roared in his heart:
Brothers and sisters, I really want to promise you, and I really want to help you...
But the problem is, now in my mind, only how to attack you, persuade you, fool you, twist you into a rope, create a general trend, and go all out to obtain the mobile cellular authority!
At home, on the road, in the barn, in the lord's land...every place is the place where Wu Qingchen fights wits and courage with the reminder army.
Even churches are no exception.
As the progress of relocating the beehive in the Lord's Principality was nearly halfway through, Priest Praia became more and more concerned about the results of Wu Qingchen's consideration.
afternoon.
The village is to the northeast, along the stream, and there are forests.
With the efforts of dozens of serfs in charge of Andre, more and more beehives were erected in the Lord's Common. As the work progressed, the footsteps of the serfs looking for beehives in the forest closest to the common were also increasing. Go deeper into the forest.
Accompanied by two police officers, a dozen or so serfs worked, and Wu Qingchen gave instructions as he walked, creating a fast route to move the beehives at night.
"Loss... Roses! You are here..."
When he was busy, a police officer ran into the forest panting and walked up to Wu Qingchen. The police officer put his hands on his knees and adjusted his breath a little: "Master... the pastor, and... and the steward is looking for you." .”
Explaining the remaining points of opening the road, leaving Antoine to continue to take charge, Wu Qingchen followed the police and left the forest.
When approaching the church, Wu Qingchen noticed that the situation on this day was a bit strange.
Outside the small courtyard of the church, at the starting point of the gravel road, a dozen police officers surrounded the rough stone sculpture, and two cowherd helpers, Dean and Elmo, stood in the small courtyard of the church, tending A few horses with rough mouths and bright hair.
"Here he comes..." "Ross comes..."
When Wu Qingchen approached, the police officers hurriedly stepped aside, and the police officer who led the way stopped beside the sculpture: "Master Pastor and the teacher in charge are inside."
"Okay, sorry to trouble you."
Smiling at the surrounding police officers and the cowherd helpers in the small courtyard, Wu Qingchen walked towards the gate of the church.
At this moment, little Andrei appeared at the door of the church probably because he heard a voice from outside.
"Ross! Uh, no... Bro Ross! Brother Ross, you are here! Come in, come in!"
"what?"
Hearing this address, Wu Qingchen's footsteps stopped abruptly, and the guards and cowherd helpers beside him also trembled at the same time.
"Andre, you, what are you talking about?"
"Forget about this, come on!"
Regardless of Wu Qingchen's surprise, Little Andre rushed over, grabbed Wu Qingchen's clothes, and ran into the church.
Two small figures entered the church at the same time.
Outside the church, a dozen police officers and two cowherd helpers looked at each other in blank dismay.
Qiqi was silent for a few seconds, and everyone with wide-eyed eyes eagerly asked their companions for confirmation.
"Did you hear it?"
"Did you hear that too?"
"heard it!"
"Yes!"
"Master Andre, his name is Brother Ross!"
"My God! What's the matter?"
Through the church, through the side door, and following little Andre, Wu Qingchen came to the door of a room surrounded by stones.
This is the room where the farming officer, pastor, steward, Andre, and other village management personnel discuss the aftermath when the cattle in the village are collectively injured.
This is also the room where the pastor, steward, Andre, other village managers, and Wu Qingchen discussed the next step when they discovered that the buckwheat had doubled in seeds.
Walking to the door with Little Andre, Wu Qingchen saw that in the room, in addition to the people who attended the meeting when the buckwheat doubled and seeded last time, there were three more people in leather in the room surrounded by stones. Armor, an armed man with a dagger on his waist.
The three sat beside the pastor and the steward.
Entering the stone room, Wu Qingchen immediately took off his hood, lowered his head, and bowed deeply: "Master Praia, good day... Master Ifrit, good day."
"Well..." Ifrit nodded slightly, paused for a while, and said softly, "Los, good day."
"Well..." Praia also nodded slightly, pointing at the two armed men sitting next to him: "These two are the deacon's retinue of Fishgard Parish, Fort Colin...Mostin and Ramsky .”
Since he was able to have a seat next to Playa, Wu Qingchen was of course very sensible, and he bent down deeply again.
"Master Mostyn, good day..."
"No no no..."
Hearing Wu Qingchen's greeting, the entourage named Mostyn quickly stood up, and also bowed deeply to Wu Qingchen, "You can just call me Mostyn... Well, Ross, good day to you too."
Another servant named Ramsky also stood up and simply greeted Wu Qingchen first: "Good day, Ross."
This…
What's going on here
First, Andre called his brother, and then the master greeted him first. Wu Qingchen felt strongly that something important was happening.
But this is not the time to think, so Wu Qingchen hastened to salute Ramsky first: "Good day, Ramsky."
"Well..." After the three greeted, Praia introduced the last armed man: "This is Giltas/Rastabad/Baron Ackford's herald, Thisted."
Thisted stood up early: "Good day, Ross."
"Good day, Thisted."
"Okay, we've seen each other now, let's talk about it..." Pastor Praia waved to Wu Qingchen: "Come on, Ross, Andre, come here and sit on my side..."
What
sit down
Location
seat
Wu Qingchen remembered very clearly the position of everyone in the stone room when the buckwheat doubled its seeds last time and discussed the next move:
Priest Praia and steward Ifrit sat at the table, closest to the rushes.
Andre sat a little further away from the rushes.
These three own the seats.
The head of the police force, the clerk, and Zhuangtou stood by the table.
Wu Qingchen stood at a slightly lower position.
There are no seats for these four.
Obviously, in the medieval world, this is not just a seat, but a rather serious matter of rank.
And now, Pastor Praia told Wu Qingchen:
Now, he has a seat.
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