Chapter 229, Quiet Winter

ps Let's make up the attributes of a fairy tower in the lake, everyone can just laugh after reading it.

Fairy's Tower in the Lake: +5 order in the duchy of the territory, +5 uncorrupted, +50 agricultural income, +8 infantry and knight leadership (faction-wide).

ps2 Thanks to the book friend "Gongzi wv" for the 50,000 reward, there are two updates today, and the second update is estimated to be in the evening.

A continuous heavy rain separated the autumn from the winter. When it came to November, the climate had become very cold. As the winter wheat in the territory was gradually sown, the serfs also began to enter a period of slack.

The harvested grain filled the barn, and Gasparton led the sergeants to collect food tax. The tithes collected after deducting the basic rations made the harvest serfs feel heartbroken, but even the greediest serfs Knowing that this is already the mercy of the Holy Grail Knight Lord, the rest of the kingdom is collecting tithes, this is fatal.

At least many serfs who escaped from the Principality of Belaron said that this is the best year they have ever lived.

The baron issued an order for freedom of movement in the territory. All serfs with registered status in his territory can move freely in the territory of Baron Jean. After more than a year in the territory, the town of Jean has undergone earth-shaking changes. , in the markets of towns and cities, people from afar can almost see most of the goods in the entire old world, even dwarves and wood elves are not uncommon.

There are a group of serfs sitting or squatting on almost every street corner in the town. Whenever knights, nobles, or merchants pass by, they will always try their best to shout: "Sir! Sir! Is there any work for me? Can work! I am willing to do anything!"

After a simple haggling, these people are quickly taken away.

Jobs are being recruited everywhere, the construction of the wizard tower in the collar, the new textile workshop, the baron's horse farm, and the renovation of half the town. The serfs have become accustomed to working every day. I can get a handful of copper coins. Ever since someone saw the villagers in the nearby village come back with half a roast chicken after eating a full meal, the serfs in Hongyu Village have almost all gone to the towns to find work recently. Their mothers-in-law also tried their best to drive them out: eat less food at home, earn more money, and have a good Winter Veil Festival.

Brook is such a serf. Brook, who is less than 30 years old this year, is not tall, but he is very strong. He has been working for the baron recently, and he can bring back a bag full of copper coins every time. It really makes the serfs in the same village envy.

After several consecutive days of heavy rain, another cloudy day finally ushered in. Just after dawn, Brook got up. His mother-in-law was pregnant and pushed him out desperately: "Dad, you have been at home for several days. Hurry up and go out to work! Otherwise, you will starve after the child is born!"

"good,

good. Brooke nodded again and again. He changed into a burlap suit, and then put on an animal skin cloak. The serf hurried out the door, carrying a bag, and walked towards Jin Town.

Since the Holy Grail Knight Lord came to this land, the life of the serfs has been much easier, at least they can eat enough and wear warm clothes, but for the serfs, there is no entertainment after dark after eating, so after a few days After months of hard work, my mother-in-law's belly gradually grew.

This is a common scene in the village. Recently, the birth rate of children is very high, and almost every household has a newborn baby.

Therefore, the priests of the Goddess of Mercy Church have almost become the busiest people in the Baron. These loving female priests shuttled through Ryan's territory, busy delivering babies and blessing newborns. The Baron is generous, and he donated to Mercy in one go. The Goddess Church paid 300 gold crowns, and the Saintess Order of the Fairy in the Lake also sent some lake god prophets to help the Goddess of Mercy Church, and finally managed to get enough people.

Walking along the rammed stone road towards Jin Town, there were many serfs who wanted to find work along the way into the city. Brook couldn't help but feel a little annoyed when he thought of this, and the serfs quickened their pace.

In the cold weather, the gate of Jin Town has become very tall, and there are many sergeants standing guard at the gate. Brook is a little scared, but he still tries his best to squeeze out the crowd and find a way to enter the town.

There are several wood elves with pointy ears at the gate of the city. Obviously, pointy ears are privileged, and they have priority in entering the town, because their goods are irreplaceably precious and in short supply.

"Hey! Brook! What are you in a daze for?" At this moment, a young voice stopped him: "Do you still want to work?!"

"Ah, Mr. Denis! I'm working! Of course I'm working!" The serf stood up in fright, and when he found a sergeant talking to him, he nodded and bowed in fright.

"As usual, take care of the meal at noon, how much you can get home at night depends on how much work you do, don't try to be lazy!" Sergeant Denis wore a full set of chain mail and breastplate, with gauntlets on his arms, outside Wearing a blouse, he looks really majestic! At least Brooke thinks so.

A ball of smock was thrown on the serf's face, which must be worn when working. The serf took the smock, put it on indiscriminately, and went to work happily. The baron needs a better horse farm. The serfs will work hard, in exchange for a reward.

"The number is almost the same." After several sergeants led a dozen infantrymen and continued to recruit some workers, Denis said to a sergeant beside him, "What do you think? Amedai?"

"It's almost there," said another sergeant, and Denis waved his hand to stop recruiting.

The young sergeant attracted the envious eyes of the serfs. The annual income of a sergeant was 20-30 gold crowns (total income, before tax). They lived in the outer fort of the baron's castle and enjoyed double With a high salary and an excellent living environment, their food is very good, they can often eat white bread and meat, and they can go hunting and perform missions with the baron.

Sergeants and rangers are almost the ultimate pursuit goals of many serfs in their lives, so whenever they see sergeants proudly wearing chain mail and burqas patrolling the streets, all serfs will secretly make up their minds to become Honorable Sergeant.

Denis could feel the envious eyes of the serfs. Thinking of his life during this period of time, he himself felt that he was living in a dream.

Ever since he risked his life to tell Mr. Ryan that it would rain in the chivalry war against the Beastmen, good luck has always been with the son of the Orion. For Sgt.

The ecstatic Denis returned to his hometown with the permission of the Duke of Red Dragon, told his father, mother and younger brother the news, and then the family left their hometown where they had lived for generations and moved to Jean barony.

The family lived a happy life. Denis had two days off every ten days, and usually lived in the castle on duty. His generous salary made the family live a good life. Therefore, the young sergeant also swore Will die for the baron, and will do anything.

Young and especially capable of fighting, Denis, who has combat experience, performed well when conquering bandits. He has a particularly powerful longbow technique. As a descendant of Bastogne's longbowmen, Denis's longbow throws the farthest It can reach 280 meters and has good accuracy. A sergeant who has shown such strength is appreciated by Ryan and his brother Angron, so Denis was once again exceptionally promoted. He is now It's the company commander of the Zeon Archer Company.

Gripping the hilt of the long sword at his waist, Deni could feel the excellent workmanship of the dwarf weapons. After a period of dressing up, almost all the sergeants in the entire territory had put on a full set of dwarf precision equipment. Armed with hand crossbows, the soldiers were full of praise for the dwarves' weapons.

Denis is one of the few sergeants who doesn't like to use hand crossbows. He admits that the operation of hand crossbows is easier, but he still prefers to use his own longbow. , he can always feel that the power of his ancestors is protecting him, his great-grandfather, his grandfather, and his father seem to have fought with him, and he has been using this longbow since he was eight years old.

"Deni? What's the matter? Still thinking about your wife?" Someone in the same sergeant joked: "It's okay, although it's the first child, but now she's at the hospital, there are so many priests and ladies of the Lake God Prophet, No problem."

"Hahahahaha~" The sergeants laughed, and the infantry also laughed.

Denis was young and a sergeant, and he was also appreciated by the lord. Naturally, he didn't have to worry about being introduced. He soon married the daughter of a town shop owner. Like most people in the territory, his wife also quickly married. I'm pregnant, and now I'm nine months old.

"Haha, yes, I'm sorry, I was a little distracted." Deni laughed a few times on purpose to ease the embarrassment. He continued to urge the serfs to work. If necessary, a few sergeants would go up to help .

Almost four months ago, the Baron announced a partnership with the Church of the Goddess of Mercy, the Sisters of the Fairy of the Lake, the Church of Justice, and the Wood Elves to jointly establish a hospital with dozens of beds. The pastor and two lake god prophets are resident, and there is also a wood elf doctor in charge. Denis's wife is currently waiting for delivery in the hospital. With these people taking care of him, Denis is quite at ease.

The medical level of the elves is a thousand years or more ahead of humans. In the whole of Britannia, maybe only Ryan has the ability to build such a hospital, because only he can import a large number of valuable medicines from the wood elves in the human country. precious drug.

Denis knew that in Bastogne, how difficult it would be for the serfs to be sick. Most of the serfs looked down on sickness. Most of the serfs could only fight hard. A few serfs who had a little savings could miss work for a few days Would go to church, and then the priests of the Goddess of Mercy would give the serf black bread, feed him hot water, and make him pray.

Yes, it is prayer, praying to the Goddess of Mercy for recovery. It has nothing to do with taking medicine or performing magic. The preciousness of medicines has been mentioned before. Those are the enjoyments of the nobles. The scarcity and preciousness of medicines make them strictly controlled.

The magic spell is also so unattainable. A magic spell with one ring can only relieve pain within forty-eight hours costs fifteen silver coins, and a magic spell with four rings or above that can truly cure diseases costs dozens or even hundreds of gold coins. The six-ring magical life regeneration technique, which can cure most diseases, costs 600 gold kroner just to cast the spell, and that's just the cast cost! A regional bishop-level priest can only cast it up to three times a month! The priest himself has to eat, and the real price is at least 20 more.

"Amedai, did hundreds of refugees come from the Principality of Palaion a few days ago?" The establishment of the hospital attracted many refugees, and they did not hesitate to cross the Oracle Mountains to the Barony of Jean to seek asylum.

"Yeah, a lot of them. I don't know how those people came here. They're all starving." The fully armed sergeants were chatting. I have learned some basic mathematics in months of intensive training.

"Yeah, when Mr. Katzenberg served those refugees gruel, they were like a bunch of homeless wild dogs." Another sergeant, Amedai, said, his face was somewhat sympathetic: "Mr. Katzenberg said that gruel is enough, but they still robbed them, and they robbed some of them. I think it's a wise decision for Mr. Katzenberg not to register them for the time being. What do you think?" ? Denis?"

"It's a good decision. We need to distinguish those who are robbers, who are real refugees, and who are sick, so as to prevent the plague." Denis said with a half-comprehension, he just kept hearing Katzenberg That said, but the sergeant himself did not understand what it meant.

After staring at the serfs for a period of time, the tax officer Gasparton appeared, and he led the soldiers to complete a circle of tax collection.

In the three quarters of this year, the tax revenue of Baron Jean was close to two thousand kronor. Gasparton recited the name of the fairy in the lake, and was very happy for the baron in his heart. There is honor.

At the same time, Gasparton also felt a headache about how to arrange the escaped serfs who came here and there to vote. The serfs who are able to escape and dare to escape are naturally high-quality population, but will these people obey the management? Is there any other reason? It's hard to say about the undercover agents of the Principality.

Therefore, these new migrants were temporarily suspended from registering. Katzenberg's idea was to use these people first, give them a lower level of treatment, and then take one to two years to absorb them into the barony.

This needs a process, so this period of time must be stable and not chaotic. There have been several incidents of friction between the foreign population and the local population, and the Baron came out to handle it personally. People will disagree.

The wealth in the territory has attracted the covetousness of many forces. The baron met a group of rogue knights during his tour a few days ago. There were about twenty or thirty of them. Now they are all locked in the prison with bruises and swollen faces.

At this moment, the baron appeared, wearing a standard baronial gown, with a white Holy Grail cloak behind him, a short beard grew on Ryan's face after several months of recuperation: "Gasparton, come here. "

"My baron?" The tax officer hurried to Ryan: "What happened?"

"The expedition knight Tristan visited my territory with his jester Jules. He told me that there was a large-scale rebellion in the Principality of Berleon. We need to have a meeting right away." Ryan whispered.

"yes!"