Three Hundred and Ninetieth Chapters Busy Farming and Iron Sword

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Another spring is coming, and farmers all over Faustin are busy harvesting the grains planted in autumn and winter, and sowing the seeds of spring wheat in the fields.

Last year was a bumper year, and almost every civilian in the country had a fat year.

Twelve years have passed since the fall of Charlo, and now the gap between the two countries still exists, but it is not as sharp as in the first few years.

The commoners are easily satisfied, they can eat enough, and their life does not need to get better and better. As long as there is hope, that is enough.

With a heavy iron plow on his back, Old Blue greeted his son and daughter-in-law and went to work in the fields.

Although one leg is not easy, the old Bruce is not much worse than the young man in his work.

After a busy morning of farm work, Old Blue sat on a soil bag in his own field and nibbled on the chestnut cake that his wife had prepared for them yesterday.

The chestnut cake is very hard and needs to be soaked in water to swallow, but Old Blue still eats it with relish.

Old Blue has no dissatisfaction with his current life.

In order to support his family when he was young, Old Blue responded to the baron's call and joined the army.

The war was finally won, and Old Blue was lame.

It was stabbed by a Charlo soldier with a spear, and Old Blue used his own sword to kill the soldier.

This matter has been boasted by Old Blue for ten years, and it is by virtue of the second-class waist card of the Charlois soldier that Old Blue received this three-acre fertile land from the baron.

Three acres of fertile land, plus the original two acres of their own, a total of five acres of land to support a family, barely enough.

Not to mention that Old Blue still has a considerable amount of alimony.

The year before last, his son got a wife, and last year his daughter-in-law gave birth to a big fat boy. Old Blue liked his grandson, who was only born a year ago.

This is his old blue house, the only incense.

Thinking of finishing the farm work quickly and going back to tease his grandson, Old Blue finished eating the cake in his hand, stood up and waved the iron plow.

"Dad, I want to go to town tomorrow and sell some of the wheat that our family has collected." Son Keene said, swallowing the food in his mouth.

"Half of the wheat is to be handed over to the baron, and the other half is the fine grain used for this year's festival. Where is the excess?"

"Ruby hasn't added any new clothes since the end of last year. I want to go and pull two feet of cloth for her." Keane bit the bullet and said.

Old Blue stopped the swinging iron plow and looked at the son standing in front of him.

Keane is 20 years old this year, and is already an independent adult in other homes, but in this home, old Blue has the final say.

Because he carried the bloody nature of being on the battlefield and killing people, Old Blue was an existence that no one dared to provoke in the village, let alone at home.

Keane may have held these words in his heart for a long time. After opening the clip, he said with the momentum of old Bruce how hard his wife Ruby was, and he should do something for Ruby.

"In that case, our family won't be able to eat a bite of bread until this fall. Have you considered this?" Old Blue said, leaning on the iron plow.

He didn't seem so difficult to speak. The old guys who joined the army with him all knew that Old Blue was a kind-hearted man in the military camp.

"I don't care." Keane said, chest out.

Ruby pulled Lakion's arm next to him and told him to speak less.

Ruby doesn't care about new clothes or anything. She is very satisfied to live a peaceful life with her husband and children. She is a simple and hard-working farm girl.

Keane's doing this is just a matter of pride, and he feels he owes Ruby.

Old Blue turned around and glanced at his daughter-in-law. He had dark yellow skin, a thin body, and a linen towel wrapped around his head, just like most women in the village.

His daughter-in-law was brought back from a neighboring village by Old Bru using the silver delle that the baron gave as a betrothal gift after the end of the war.

Ruby's father died on the battlefield in the early years, and her mother also died a few years ago. After the Yindeler was divided up by her aunts and uncles, she married into the old Blue family.

For Ruby, this home is her real home, and her son and husband are everything to her.

Thinking that after this daughter-in-law got married, it seemed that she hadn't even added a piece of jewelry, and Old Blue fell silent.

"I can't sell all the wheat, I have to keep a bite for the children to eat." Without thinking for too long, Old Blue nodded in agreement.

"Okay!" A smile appeared on Keane's face.

The one-year-old child does not eat much. According to Old Blue's previous idea, he strives to feed the child a bowl of wheat porridge a day. Now it seems that it can only be fed once every two or three days.

There were not many wheat seeds planted last winter. For half a year's food consumption, the harvest of wheat alone is definitely not enough, and other grains that can fill the stomach must also be planted.

Half of the wheat was handed over to the baron, and part of it was reserved for the children to eat porridge. The rest was impossible to pull two feet of fine cloth, but ordinary floral cloth was still acceptable.

"Sell the iron sword at home, go to your Uncle Robbins in town and give Ruby a silver ring." Old Blue said immediately.

"Ah? That's the weapon you used when you joined the army. Didn't you say it would be passed down as a family heirloom?" Keen asked in surprise.

"I think it's impossible to fight this battle again. If you keep it, it will only rust. Sell it!" Old Blue didn't answer his son's words, and continued to deal with the peasants under his feet.

field.

It didn't take long for the winter snow to melt, and the ground was still very hard. After working for so long, Old Blue was sweating half body.

Seeing that his father didn't plan to speak any more, Keane didn't ask anymore. No one in this family could disobey what Old Blue decided.

I took the kettle handed over by my wife, and the hot water that was scalding when I brought it out from home is now only a little warm.

Xiao Xiao took a sip, moistening his dry throat from swallowing the chestnut cake, and Keane walked over to Old Blue and resumed their unfinished farm work.

Shaka Town, a northern town in the province of Tyre in the eastern part of the Kingdom of Forstan.

More than 2,000 townspeople, surrounded by six villages, make this town full of vitality every day.

It's a new day, and every household is busy. The streets and alleys of the town are full of shouts of selling things.

The men who went to work outside the town went out in groups of three and two, while the women sat on both sides of the street, sewing clothes and selling some handicrafts at the same time.

The life of the residents in the town is much better than that in the village. No wonder so many people in the village want to live in the town, while the residents in the town are looking forward to living in the city under the Baron's rule.

This is the hope of the vast majority of civilians on this land.

"Hey, Keen, how did you come to town?" asked a strong man with beast fur and a longbow on his back when he saw Keane who had just entered the city.

"Brother White, I'm coming to town to buy something." Keane said with a smile.

White is a hunter. His father and Keene's father, Old Blue, were comrades-in-arms many years ago. One of them is in the town and the other is in the village. , Old Blue and White's father have a good relationship.

"Well." Seeing Keane carrying a big bag, White knew what was going on.

It is not long before the crops are harvested this season, and many farmers will grind the wheat and bring it to the town to sell.

"I went to the woods outside the town, see you later!" White said with a wave of his hand.

"See you later!" Keane also said goodbye.

Walking in Shaka Town, there were still many people who knew Kean and greeted him along the way.

This is all thanks to his father who had gone to the battlefield, the young and middle-aged man who had followed the baron back from the battlefield, the number one hundred and ten in Xia Ka Town.

The older generation knows it all.

Go to the town tax collector first, and hand in the grain due for the first half of this year. Keane, carrying a bag that weighs only one-third of the original weight, went to a grocery store in town to collect grain.

"Two hundred and ten copper derlers, little Keene is ready!" The owner of the grocery store was a thin old man with bald hair and a woven hat.

"Uncle Cook, you gave ten more." Keane nodded at a handful of copper delle in his hand and said in surprise.

"You don't have to give more, you can take it." The old man smiled, squeezing out a few gaps in his thin cheeks, and said with a smile, "What about the old guy, old Bru, how are you doing recently?"

"Very good, wait for this year's Oktoberfest, you two will have a good time to catch up." Keane said, thanking him.

Ten copper delles are not many, but it takes Old Cook almost three days to make a profit.

After saying goodbye to the grocery store owner, Keene went to the blacksmith shop in town.

The flower cloth is not in a hurry. With the money, he can buy it anytime. Keen has to go and sell the iron sword hidden in the grain bag.

Since the end of the war, Faustain has strictly prohibited iron equipment year by year, especially after the new king took the throne last year, even buying a kitchen knife and making an iron plow must be registered in the town.

Only those adventurers who are wandering and uncertain, usually carry a weapon with them.

"Clang! Dang! Dang!" The uninterrupted beating sound came from the blacksmith shop.

The temperature in early spring was still a bit cold, but when I walked close to the blacksmith shop, waves of heat came from the blacksmith shop.

After loosening the thick linen and cotton cloth he was wearing, Keane walked into the blacksmith's shop.

"Uncle Robbins!" shouted at the blacksmith's room.

The beating sound of "Clang! Dang!" gradually stopped, and a big man with dark muscles came out.

"It's Keene, what's the matter?" The big man took a gray rag from the door frame hook and wiped the sweat and ashes on his body.

"Uncle Robbins, how much is this sword worth?" Keene took out an iron long sword from the grain bag.

Although there are many gaps in the sword's edge, it is still sharp as a whole.

"Old Blue's long sword?" Robbins raised his eyes slightly and recognized the sword with just one glance.

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