6E 230, 23 km north of Helsingør.
In the small fishing village on the coast, fishermen are returning home by boat one after another.
Seagulls were circling and chirping in the sky. Some Norman fishermen threw small fish into the air, and the seagulls caught the fish in their beaks and then flew away.
Occasionally, some unlucky ones would bump into each other while competing for small fish, causing the fishermen below to laugh.
This fishing village has no name, and is also known as the Savage Village.
According to the mainstream feudal legal theory in the West at that time, the territory should belong to its lord, and all residents of the territory must pay taxes to the lord.
However, this land called Heganes was so vast that the lord's tax collectors could not monitor every piece of land.
In addition, the Norman people were tough and usually went out to sea to fish. When they could not make a living, they would abandon the village and become pirates. When they were tired of being pirates, they would find a place to build houses and villages and start fishing. Therefore, there were also a large number of fishing villages along the coast of this land, which were actually in a delicate state of "lost contact" with the lords.
The tax collector didn't know there was a village here, and the villagers didn't know there was a lord, so the village became a barbarian village that was not officially registered.
The fishermen pulled the boats ashore, and the children in the village cheered and ran towards the boats, beginning to look for the biggest and fattest cod.
A small figure stood by the house, looking at the children running barefoot on the beach with an envious expression.
But she just stood there because she knew the fishermen would be embarrassed to see her.
To be more precise, there was a subtle concern about her.
This year, Sidlifa was 9 years old.
…
She always felt like she had forgotten something important.
After spending an afternoon on the beach enjoying the sea breeze, Sidlifa finally confirmed that she really couldn't remember it.
Maybe it was just an illusion after oversleeping this morning.
She stood up and prepared to go home.
When she reached the shortest house in the village, she heard a woman's screams and a man's heavy breathing coming from inside the house.
When her mother was working, she didn't want Sidlifa to disturb her.
So Sidlifa went outside into the woods and started digging for earthworms.
After a while, an angry curse was heard in the room:
"I don't want your stinky axe to pay for my debt! Stolk, next time if you don't bring enough money, don't step into my door!"
"Haha, dear Sally, next time I will pay both times."
The Norman man, with his pants pulled up, yawned and walked out. Seeing Sidlifa digging earthworms outside, he couldn't help but rub her little blonde head and said:
"Hidlifa, go back. Your mother is waiting for you in the house."
“… Maybe you’re my daughter,” he murmured with emotion, fastened his belt, and left.
Sidlifa returned home, holding her nose, and saw the overwhelmed old man's face, lazily stretching out a white arm.
"Go, pick up the axe at the door, find the village elder, Old Wilder, and exchange it for some bread and pickled fish."
Sidlifa picked up the axe and left the house in silence.
Sally, Sidlifa's mother, is the only person with a special profession in the village.