At six o'clock in the evening, unlike usual, the churches in Twilight Town were brightly lit and the chapels were packed. No one sat down, everyone stood and looked at the huge cross carved out of birch in the center of the church, clasped their hands together and prayed silently.

As soon as he learned of the plight of the peasants in the afternoon, Todd immediately called their leader, Sassoon, an old farmer who had fled from the east and could not bear the excesses of the taxes, and ordered him to immediately inform all the peasants in Twilight to choose one person from each family to enter the church when the bells rang six times (the medieval bell tower rang the bells every three hours, such as twice, about six o'clock in the morning).

With a Bible in hand, he walked up from the side door of the chapel to the pulpit, and Todd glanced into the auditorium.

Originally, he thought that the life of the monastery was a place of great suffering in the Middle Ages, but when he saw these farmers with thin cheeks and sunken eyes, he realized that the depths of hell would never have a bottom.

A patched tattered felt, a felt hat that looked like a torn sock, and hemp trousers that were so dirty that they couldn't see their original color were all the belongings of the peasants. The poor men, with wet hair and water stains on their shoes, had apparently been in a hurry to rinse before coming to church, but the smell of mud and animal feces in the air still permeated the room, forcing Todd to ventilate his mouth to get rid of the smell in front of his nose.

The first is the customary daily salutation, where Todd opens the Scriptures and exclaims, "Eternal Creator, thou hast made the day and the night work, and the seasons change, and the colours plended with little pain......

The people are devout to the scriptures.

After completing the ceremony, he counted that there were a total of 33 registered farming households in Duxi Town, but only 32 people were present.

"Why is there one person missing?"

Sassoon grabbed the felt hat in his hand, walked out respectfully, and replied: "A few days ago, a family went to the nearby woods to collect firewood, and before the sun went down, they were dragged away by the wandering bandits. ”

What the?!

Todd's eyes widened in surprise.

He was surprised that there were bandits around Dusk Town, but what shocked him even more was that none of the faces of these farmers who were neighbors all day long showed the slightest sympathy or sadness for this matter, some were afraid and some were happy, but more people were insensitive and indifferent.

After glancing at everyone again, Todd understood the reason a little. Many of them have large heads, chicken breasts, hunched backs, bent legs, and swollen abdomen, which are symptoms of chronic malnutrition. Let's ask, if you can't even do your own food and clothing, how can you have the energy to care about the life and death of others?

With a sigh, he simply put down his Bible and chatted with the farmers about their daily routines.

As the topic unfolded, Todd became more and more frightened.

He had heard of the darkness, ignorance and backwardness of the Middle Ages in the past, but when he really understood it, he realized that the real situation was far beyond his imagination.

These farmers drank raw water and ate weeds every day, and their dwellings were nothing more than huts or shacks made of logs and turf. When they entered the house, there was mud at their feet, and the roof did not open the windows, so they dug a hole to let the smoke out. Three generations of grandparents and grandchildren are nested in a small room, and sometimes they have to squeeze some livestock in to eat and sleep together. In front of relatives and friends, people metabolize and meet various physiological needs, and in the end they live and die, without exceeding this square inch of space.

As for the agricultural tools, don't think about the iron tools, they are just simple wooden tools with rough workmanship, and they wear out very quickly when ploughing. Ploughing cattle was not practical for them, they did not know the proper way to harness the draft animals, and simply tied the plough to the neck of the oxen with thick leather ropes. Eventually, the leather rope may be tightened during the ploughing process, strangling the throat of the animal, cutting off the blood supply to the brain, causing ischemia and brain failure or suffocation. Therefore, when these farmers need to plough the land, they prefer to use another kind of "livestock" in the family, the woman.

Hearing this, Todd thought something was wrong with his ears. But yes, the farmers here thought it was reasonable to use the women of the family, their wives or daughters, as ploughing cattle.

Turning to the spring harvest, 29 of the 32 households planted legume crops, most of which were not adapted to the alkaline soil of the seaside, resulting in reduced or even no yields.

When Todd heard something strange about this, he asked the farmers why they didn't grow wheat, barley, rye, and oats, which were less soil-intensive and more satisfying.

The farmers' explanations also left him speechless for a while.

Because the produce of pulses is more valuable than the latter, and they need money to repay the loan.

Todd looked further and understood why.

Unlike the freedmen who owned land and farming tools, these peasants had no fixed land and could only rely on farm owners or nobles to survive by renting land, farming tools, and seedlings. But a few months ago, in order to attract immigrants, the town of Twilight announced that the conditions for providing land for free were so advantageous that the farmers took the risk and broke away from the original landowners and joined the town as free people.

But then came the problem, although the town provided land, there were no farming tools and seedlings to borrow. In desperation, these farmers had no choice but to ask the merchant for a loan to buy. In Todd's view, the 33% annualized interest (33% of the principal amount per annum) offered by the merchants was a loss of conscience, but the farmers' expressions were unusual.

In the end, due to the ignorance of the principle of soil acidity and alkalinity, all these high-priced seeds rotted in the soil.

After asking around, Todd, sighing, returned to the pulpit. Since the establishment of Twilight, he has left all affairs to the townspeople, and he has been buried in the laboratory fiddling with flasks and reagents. He believes that everything outdoors is beautiful and that people have the ability to take care of themselves. But he forgot one important thing, this is not the past life of the 21st century, this is the Middle Ages with little knowledge, people have no way to search on the Internet, and there are few opportunities to learn, just rely on the little experience passed down from their ancestors, and survive in this dark world.

So, what should you do in the future?

If you are alone, the puzzle of the Sutherland Relic has been solved, and you no longer have to worry about your life, and you can rely on the knowledge of your past life to find a place to live happily, but if you help the world...... Can you bear this heavy burden like a mountain?

There was a dead silence in the church, and the priest seemed to be in meditation, without movement or sound. The farmers looked at each other, uneasy.

Syllable!

Todd suddenly slapped the pulpit, startling everyone. He stood up and said to Sassoon: "There is one thing I need you to do immediately! Find a literate person, and say that it is my request, and list the loan amount for all the peasant households!"

Hearing the priest's words, the woman, hidden behind the doorpost, left the church with a soft smile.