The semi-domesticated pig was smashed to pieces by Shield Splitter, and the blacksmith hurriedly stepped forward and smashed it the pig's head. The blacksmith's son took a knife and stabbed it in the neck of the pig, but people in the Middle Ages did not eat blood, so they allowed the blood of the pig to run on the ground.

Soon, the flesh of the pig was cut, the skin was peeled off, the corners were tied with thick linen rope and hung to dry, the skin could also be used to make armor, and after drying, the skin would be stored in the lord's warehouse.

"Your lord, the fat you wanted." Elder Warren was on crutches and led the villagers to bring the fat to Bruce.

"Put it in the tongs." Bruce pointed to the largest tong pot in front of him and told the villagers to put all the fat inside.

"What is this going to do?" The villagers looked at Bruce in bewilderment, thinking that Bruce wanted to eat fat, but it was too much.

"Annie, start ignition." Together with the three villagers, Bruce lifted the tongs pot and carried the heavy tongs to the campfire in front of the lord's house, and Anne picked up the flint and steel, and she kept beating the flint and steel, and the sparks ignited the hay and firewood, and the flames burned.

"Your Excellency, you didn't add water?" Elder Warren reminded Bruce Dao.

"No need to add water." Bruce smiled mysteriously, and he stared at the tongs.

After a while, the fat in the pot began to make a sizzling sound in the flames, and the smell of meat permeated the entire area of the lord's house, and the serfs who were working swallowed their saliva when they smelled the smell of meat.

"It's so fragrant, it's so fragrant."

"Haha, I can still smell the smell of this meat while working, and I don't feel tired anymore."

The serfs not only did not slack off in their heavy work, but smiled with their own eyes, and although they could not eat meat like the nobles, they could at least smell the meat, which seemed to be good.

"Oh, this is?" Elder Warren has been observing Bruce, he feels that this little lord is extremely mysterious, at first he thought that Bruce was going to cook meat to eat, or give it to everyone, Warren was ready to persuade Bruce, because a pig is not enough for everyone to eat, but when the fat in the tong pot made a sizzling sound, and then the yellow-orange-orange oil appeared in the tong pot, Elder Warren seemed to realize something.

"It's out." A smile appeared on Bruce's face as he looked at the boiled meat that was gradually turning brown, and the oil that slowly appeared, lard paste was the best substitute for meat during the period of scarcity.

"Anne, when all the oil has seeped out, remember to take out the meat, after the pan cools, the lard inside will turn into ointment, and you can use a spoon to scoop a spoonful when you add food to everyone." Bruce wiped the sweat from his forehead, he was too close to the campfire, and the heat made his forehead sweaty.

"Yes, my lord." Anne twitched her small nose and smiled.

"Oh yes, Warren, where's the pig's blood?" When Bruce turned around, he saw a stunned Warren and remembered something and asked.

"Pig's blood, of course it's thrown away!" Elder Warren reacted to Bruce's questioning, and he quickly replied.

"Thrown away?" Bruce was taken aback when he heard this, the pig's blood cake was a very delicious thing, and these guys actually let it go, it was really a terrible thing.

"Yes, according to the doctrine blood is something that can only be offered to the Lord God, and it is the evil creatures who consume animal blood that are the work of evil beings." Elder Warren explained to Bruce, but he was a little strange, this should be a very common sense thing, Bruce would not know?

"Oh, that's it! That, that's it, it's a pity. When Bruce heard that this was a church rule, he didn't want to be destroyed by the church as some kind of evil creature.

At dinner, the serfs, tired from a long day's work, lined up to receive their food in front of the lord's house, and Anne and Mavis prepared barley bread for them, as well as a small piece of pork and fruit.

"Looks good."

"There's meat!"

The serfs looked at their companions with their plates and were envious, but some felt that there was too little meat.

"This meat is only the size of my thumb." A surrendered pirate couldn't help but pout his lips when he looked at the meat on his plate, when he was a pirate, he had big fish and meat to eat every day, but it was much better than this food.

"Why do you have an opinion?" Shield Splitter Danny glared at his men, despite his strong body, Danny honestly lined up like the others.

"Oh no, head, of course not." The Shun pirate hurriedly said that Shield Splitter Danny's temper was not very good.

"It's your turn." At this time, Anne saw Danny, and she waved happily to Danny.

"Oh." Shield Splitter Danny scratched the back of his head embarrassedly, unlike the fierce god in front of his subordinates, Shield Splitter Danny was a little shy in front of Annie.

"Here you go, you're so tall, I'll give you a little more meat." Anne smiled and handed a plate of food to Danny, who had more food than the others.

"Oh, thank you." Danny took the plate and thanked Anne.

"Wow, this is what I've never tasted like this bread." At this time, the serfs who had received the food outside the team suddenly found that the bread was more fragrant than they had ever eaten.

"What's in there?" Even the pirates who returned to Shun thought it was extraordinary, they had barley bread in their hands, but there was a smell of meat in it, yes, pork.

"It's just some lard." Watching the fuss from the sidelines, Bruce said disdainfully that when making barley bread, lard was added to it, which increased the nutrition of the bread a lot, and also made the original hard and sour brown bread taste a lot better.

"It's amazing, it's delicious." The serfs didn't know the secret, they just felt that it was the best thing to be able to eat such delicious food after a tiring day.

Bruce looked at a thirteen-meter trench that had been dug in front of the lord's house, and next to the lord's house lay three freshly made planks of wood, the volcanic ash was also crushed and sifted out, and the clay and pebbles were pulled from the river bank to their destination.

"Hopefully it'll be in time when James comes." Bruce muttered, but there was a doubt in his mind.

As night fell, the serfs in the village returned to their homes to rest, and Bruce's retainers and soldiers lived in the longhouse, with only Anne, Mavis, and Monica, and Bruce in the lord's house.

"Annie, has James always hated me so much?" Sitting beside the blazing fireplace, Bruce sat comfortably in a wooden chair and asked Anne.

"I don't know, but I've heard the cook of Locke Manor say that you were very good when you were young, but after the death of your wife, I don't know why James hated you so much." Anne bent down to spread a rug beside the fireplace, where she was to rest tonight as a maid on night's watch.

"Really?" Listening to Annie's words, not only did not relieve the doubts in Bruce's heart, but deepened this incomprehension.