Chapter 406, Overcharging 35 Buckets

ps: Actually, I don’t want to update in the middle of the night, but I’m really busy tomorrow, so I’ll just update after staying up late today.

ps2: Thanks to the book friend "Weeping de Douzi" for the reward, thank you very much!

Old World, Earl of Glamorgan, March, Jean Town.

Winter is finally over, and after the last winter snow in March, spring has finally arrived, and the bright spring light illuminates the sky in the earldom, and this year is another bumper year.

The astonishing effect of the fairy tower in the lake radiates from Jin Town in all directions. The closer the farmland is to the town, the more the production increases. After the winter wheat harvest, many serfs discovered that after paying a lot of fixed taxes, The food left over is still more than enough for the family to eat.

It is not five years ago now, as long as they work hard, which serf has no food in his home? Because of this, many serfs were moved. They secretly asked people to inquire in the city to see if there were any merchants buying grain.

Sure enough, the serfs got good news that several merchants in the city were buying grain!

Bo Nuo of Red Fish Village is such a serf who intends to go to the city to sell grain. This serf has a lot of grain in his house. He has stockpiled many bags of barley flour. Everyone in the village knows that there are people in the city who have Bonova. It was a halberd soldier named Raymond, a soldier of the earl. Since he said that there was a merchant buying it, there must be a merchant buying it!

The uneducated Bono firmly believes in this, because the lord earl is Lord Lane, and Lord Lane is the Knight of the Holy Grail, he will definitely not lie to us!

A dozen or so serfs gathered together and got a few wheelbarrows, ready to transport the grain to the city for sale.

The next day, everyone woke up early, and the group of serfs hurriedly loaded bags of grain into the carts, preparing to transport them to the town for sale.

"Are you going to sell grain in the city?" The serfs were still loading their carts. A big, bald kingdom knight passed by. He gnawed half of an apple in his hand. With two axes on his back, his posture is very scary.

But after getting along for five years, the serfs also know that Master Angron is not as scary as he looks, and he likes to do farm work. He looks like a kind and simple old farmer.

"Master Angron! Good morning!" Several serfs hurriedly stopped what they were doing and wanted to kneel down to say hello, but one serf stammered, "Master Angron, we have all paid the quota tax! We are all Good people, there is still some food left at home, I can’t finish it myself, I want to go to the city to sell it, and buy something back.”

"That's it, let's go." Angron didn't care, he nodded: "What are you selling?"

"Mainly barley flour, wheat flour, buckwheat, millet, and many vegetables, such as carrots, cauliflower, cabbage, beets, onions, and garlic." The serfs were a little nervous, so they had to open the goods and show Angron a look.

"I remember that carrots and cauliflower are very popular in the city, I wish you a good price!" Angron turned and left.

The group of serfs continued on their way.

The road leading to the town gradually became congested. Many carriages and carts entering the city were crowded together, and the speed of progress became slow. The serfs crowded together and waited to enter the city.

"There are so many people in the town now! Many unfamiliar faces, southerners, imperialists, and it is said that the Yankees have come recently?"

"Oh, a lot of people go in to sell food!"

"Hurry up! If it's too late, you might not be able to sell it at a good price."

"Bono, where is that kid you know called Raymond?"

"He's already in town waiting for us!"

It took a long time to enter the city, and Raymond was already waiting inside. This young man has grown into a very strong figure since he served as a soldier for the earl. What the serfs envied was the hat on his head, which was a fashionable hat with helmet plumes, one side was high and the other was low, and a coat of arms was printed on it.

That's a soldier's ID card!

"Uncle Bono, have you come into the city? There are so many things?" Raymond had a rest today, so he hurried up to greet him. Although the streets of the town were already very spacious, several trolleys still occupied a large area, and the serfs They rushed here, panting and exhausted, but when they thought of selling grain to make money, these serfs ran fast and full of energy one by one.

It's all yours! If you have paid enough for Lord Knight, the rest is yours!

"Raymond, where is the price of harvested grain relatively high?" Bo Nuo was in his late thirties, he took a few breaths, and looked at the young man in front of him with a hopeful expression.

"The prices of the Oliver Chamber of Commerce and the Hadrian Chamber of Commerce are good, and other chambers of commerce are also good. Recently, I heard that the land trade route between the Empire and our Britannia has been cut off. There is no food imported by the Empire. The Duchy of Palaon, The Principality of Montfort and the Principality of Gisole Oaks are experiencing food shortages, and the merchants in the Midden Empire of the Empire are also importing food on a large scale. The food is still very easy to sell, and..." Raymond deliberately put a pass on it, and then continued Said: "Now many free citizens in the city are not at ease eating black bread."

"Oh oh oh!" The serfs couldn't understand what it meant that the land trade had been cut off, and the food shortage in those principalities was far away. What they could hear was that the grain was easy to sell and the vegetables were good. ,This is enough!

Many serfs showed smiles on their faces. Last year, the weather was good and there were no pests. Finally, there was a bumper harvest, and no one would think too much food.

The trolley wheels were rolling along the noisy street, and a large store with beautiful decoration appeared in front of the serfs. Everyone noticed that many serfs were coming in and out. The empty car came out, and the staff in the store came and went, so it was very lively.

When he came to the counter, Bono was the first to go up. Before the serf asked, a director of the Oliver Chamber of Commerce sitting behind the counter said straight to the point: "He's here to sell grain, right?"

"Hey! How do you harvest the grain?" The serfs huddled together, their skin darkened by the sun was covered with wrinkles.

"Wheat is 1 silver coin per catty, barley is 60 copper coins per catty, buckwheat is 50 copper coins per catty, rye is 80 copper coins per catty, rice is 2 gold crowns per catty, chickpeas are 2 gold crowns per catty, and other grains and vegetables are on the wall. Yes, see for yourself." The director of the chamber of commerce had no expression on his face, and he then asked, "Sell it?"

A few serfs huddled together and calculated that the price of food should have risen, but the increase was not obvious, and the price of vegetables was good!

This deal can be done!

"Would you like to visit another house?" a serf said in a low voice.

"Another house? It is said that the price of the Oliver Chamber of Commerce is already considered good? Where else should I go?"

"For example, Hadrian Chamber of Commerce?"

"Hadrian's Chamber of Commerce is several blocks away from here! Where are you going? I'm not going anyway!"

"Oh, what if the price of the Hadrian Chamber of Commerce is not as good as here? It's a loss, a loss!"

The serfs argued endlessly in low voices, and their faces were flushed red.

The director of the Chamber of Commerce behind the counter watched the serfs arguing, feeling a little contemptuous, thinking that this was the thinking of the poor.

Greedy for immediate profit, eager to cash in, according to the consistent experience of the directors of the Chamber of Commerce, the serfs must be satisfied with the current price of grain and vegetables, so the result of the quarrel is...

"Are you selling it? If you don't sell it, don't stay here. If you don't sell it, there are so many people who want to sell it. Don't delay our business." The director of the Chamber of Commerce immediately added a sentence.

"Sell it, sell it, let's sell it!" The serfs had no objection, they nodded and bowed quickly.

The grain on the cart was unloaded, and the staff in the store began to count and weigh the grain one by one. At the same time, they began to argue with the serfs over and over again about the quality of barley and wheat, and there was endless noise in the store.

Before the items were counted, a few serfs came in pushing carts to ask the price. Soon, they were also talking about selling and arguing about the quality of their grain.

The trolley emptied little by little, but the pockets of the serfs became full, filled with copper and silver coins, and even a golden crown appeared in Bono's pocket, which the serf proudly stamped with Knight King Arthur's portrait and date of birth and death, and the other side of the gold coin engraved with the image of the Holy Grail Knight is played repeatedly.

"Uncle Bono, put your things away, beware of thieves." Raymond signaled the serfs to put away the coins: "There have been thieves in the town recently. Your Excellency the Earl has stepped up patrols, everyone should be careful."

"Hey, it should be." Several serfs suddenly felt that their arms had been bitten by a poisonous snake, and quickly covered the coins in their pockets.

Raymond brought the serfs to the market for activities.

The market in Jin Town is now very prosperous, with people coming and going, and all kinds of things are being sold in the shops.

"Housecloth, canvas, linen, cashmere! It's cheap, buy one meter at a time and add another ten centimeters!"

"Fine furs for sale! All kinds of furs!"

"The prices of various dyes have been greatly reduced, folks, come and see!"

"Safflower oil, sunflower oil, walnut oil!"

"Dwarf farm tools! Dwarf fire starter! Dwarf cart! Made by dwarves, it must be a boutique!"

"All kinds of furniture and pots and pans are on sale!"

Like hungry wolves smelling blood, many peddlers have already set their sights on these serfs who have just sold grain. The vendors know that at this particular time, there must be shiny coins in the pockets of the serfs.

In fact, the serfs also wanted to buy some things, such as the candles made of animal fat. One serf bought several at a time, such as cloth for clothes. Bono was thinking about how many people there were in the family. How much cloth is enough for my five children to wear, and for example, farm tools and daily necessities made by dwarves have also begun to enter the homes of serfs.

As for the high-end goods sold by the wood elves and the luxury goods that attacked from Tyrell, the Empire, and even the high elves, the serfs were really taken aback.

A high elf food called chocolate costs twenty gold crowns for a box! And the coffee imported from Tyrell costs more than sixty gold kroner per catty!

The serfs who inquired about the price were so frightened that their hearts almost fell out. They didn't even dare to turn their heads, and they didn't even dare to look at those things again, for fear that they would have to pay for them.

Raymond just laughed along the way and didn't say much.

After these serfs ran to a place they thought was safe, they quickly realized that they still had a lot of money in their pockets. They gathered together, found a simple bar, ordered some barbecue, and picked up a wine glass each. , began to drink.

An atmosphere of joy began to fill the bar, and the serfs who went to the city to sell grain all had smiles on their faces.

"This year's harvest is really good. I still have a lot left after paying taxes!"

"After the earl came, every year is getting better and better!"

"I heard that your family doesn't eat black bread anymore?"

"It's good to have a full stomach."

"I really hope to eat meat a few more times next year."

"It's strange to say that since our Lord Earl came here, there has been no disaster here, and the beastmen in the forest seem to have disappeared."

"It's not gone. My grandfather's cousin's cousin's niece's husband's brother is from the Sharon Forest Patrol Battalion. I heard from him that there are still beastmen in the forest, but we beat them back every time. .”

"Oh, so that's the case."

Everyone chatted in a hurry, and soon, everyone turned their attention to an important topic. Bono thought for a while, and he suddenly motioned for everyone to be quiet.

"Everyone, you say, like us, serfs who are not hungry, have food, and occasionally have meat... are they considered serfs?"

"Bono, what nonsense are you talking about! We are all serfs, and we have been serfs all our lives. It is the mercy of our Earl that we can live like this now. If you want me to say, whoever opposes our Earl, I am the first Blast his dog's head!"

"Yes! Blast his dog's head off!!!"

There was a noise in the tavern, and all the serfs shouted loudly. Many serfs looked at Bono with reddened eyes, and some serfs immediately cursed: "Bono, you son of a bitch, don't you want to rebel? ?”

"Fuck him! Beat him!" Some serfs yelled loudly.

"No, no! What I mean is, I...I want to be a freeman!" Facing the attack of several serfs, Bono quickly expressed his thoughts aloud.

The atmosphere in the tavern changed slightly.

How can it be so easy to be a free citizen? The only way to be promoted to a freeman is to join the army, make military exploits, and be promoted by the earl to become a freeman.

"When will we be able to fight?" A serf quietly expressed his desire, and his question was echoed by everyone.

The serfs are very eager for war, they are even more eager for war than the knight nobles, this is the only way to change their destiny.

Want to be a freeman! Want to change fate! Even... want to become a knight master!

At this time, there was a burst of noise and cheers outside.

"It's the Ugol Circus!"

"Go out and have a look!"

The serfs came to the entrance of the tavern. Sure enough, a grand circus was passing through the town. Some Ugol people dressed in the costumes of the northern Kislev Kingdom were performing acrobatics, swallowing fire, and juggling along the streets. There were bursts of cheers.

What made the serfs even more refreshing was the big bears behind the circus, following the sound of the harp in the hands of the circus master, these bears were standing on their feet and dancing to the music.

The most conspicuous one is a little golden retriever bear, wearing a red top, clapping his hands to the beat, shaking his head, very cute.

However, this caused Ryan, who was watching the performance from a distance, to change his expression greatly. Ryan, who was sitting on the pavilion, immediately said to Katzenberg, who was standing behind him: "Let Captain Ivan go and change the clothes of the golden retriever puppy immediately." Already!"

"yes!"