"Hi, Farem."

"Hi, old Peake."

The serfs stepped out of their low, damp shacks, greeted each other weakly, and prepared to work in the lord's fields.

"I'm so tired, my back hurts and I can't sleep." The serfs ploughed the public fields, and they had to plant another crop of wheat seeds before autumn came, and the wooden ploughs turned the land up, and the uplifted soil was seeded.

"Don't be discouraged, the weather is good this year, and our harvest will be good." Another serf, Old Peake, admonished Farem.

"Our harvest? No, it's the lord's harvest. Farem glanced up at the castle on the high hill, where less than thirty percent of the income from the fields was left for the lord, just enough to feed the family.

Farrell angrily threw down the tools in his hand, they were brutally oppressed by Jeffrey, they were simply surviving, starving all day long, but they had to do the heaviest farm work.

"Be patient, the pastors say that if we keep to ourselves, we will one day receive the blessing of the Lord God." The elder Peake had long since passed the age of the blood boiling, he advised Farrel.

"Have you heard, old Peake? The serfs who had escaped had already made their homes in Greenton. Suddenly, Farrell said to old Peake with some excitement.

"Don't say it, for this matter, the lord has already put several traveling merchants in cages." Old Peake hurriedly lowered his head, and he said with some horror.

Looking at the frightened appearance of old Peake, Farrell also remembered the miserable appearance of the merchants in front of the castle, and he could only lament the misery of his fate, the serfs were only vassals of the noble lords, and the power of life and death was in the hands of the lords.

"But I'm not reconciled!" Farrell bit his lip, he silently cultivated the land, but there was a surge of anger in his heart.

At this time, the people of Bruce's territory gathered by the river, and both men, women, and children watched there, only to see that a wooden mill was being installed, and now it was the most critical moment for the installation of iron shafts.

"A little to the left, no, too much, a little to the right." Bruce stood next to the mill and commanded loudly in person, and several serfs and craftsmen struggled to carry the iron shaft, and they gradually stuck the iron shaft in place under Bruce's command.

"That's it!" Bruce took the linen from Anne and wiped the sweat from his face, feeling tired, but a smile appeared on his face, the first workshop to use water power in Greenton's territory was successfully built.

"Is this a mill?" Elder Warren looked at the water-powered mill and asked Eve curiously.

"That's right."

"But how do you get a donkey or pack horse to pull the mill?" Elder Warren looked at the mill in confusion, this mill was stuck with an iron shaft from the top to the bottom, but the space below was very small, and there was no room for a pack horse, which was completely different from the mill that Elder Warren knew.

"Now put the wooden wheels on." At this time, Bruce asked the serfs and craftsmen to start carrying the wooden gears and runners that had been built long ago, and then after half a day, the gears and runners were finally installed.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak." When the wooden runner was placed in the water, the runner immediately creaked and was spun by the impact of the water.

"Are the gears connected?" Bruce walked over to the mill, looked at the gear joints everywhere, and asked the others.

"It's connected." The craftsman stood on the wooden frame on the second floor and said to Bruce.

"Very good, open the valve!" Bruce swallowed hard, and he walked out of the mill with trepidation, telling everyone else to get out of the mill, and then said to the only craftsman left.

"Yes, my lord." The craftsman wiped the sweat from his head with his sleeve, and he didn't know anything about this unknown mill, but the lord's order could not be disobeyed, so he grasped the valve stem between the wooden gear and the wooden wheel, and pulled it with all his might, and the obstacle between the wooden gear and the axle was lifted, and they immediately merged.

However, there was no movement between the wheel and the gears, and even the whole mill did not move.

"What's going on, did it fail?" Bruce's face turned a little ugly, and he muttered worriedly.

"This kind of thing moves on its own?" Mavis stood not far away, munching on the berries as she said disdainfully.

"Crunch, crunch, crunch." Just as Mavis was disdainful, suddenly, the wooden wheels began to turn under the impetus of the river, and the gears began to turn, one by one, and the iron shafts also began to rotate.

"It's moving, it's moving." The people of Greenton cheered excitedly, they did not expect that Bruce's water-powered mill could be moved by itself without people or livestock.

"It's amazing."

"Our lord is indeed a saint." The eyes of the people who looked at Bruce became more adoring, even with a certain religious mystical veneration.

"Lord God above, what kind of magic is this?" It's just that the serfs who escaped from Jeffrey's territory hugged each other in horror, they had never seen such a miracle.

"Don't worry, Master Bruce will have a lot of amazing things to show you in the future." However, the Glinton serfs beside them spoke to them with pride and triumph.

"Blasphemy, this is absolute blasphemy." The mad monk did not dare to approach the mill, he looked at the mill with drunken eyes, and whispered in his mouth.

"This guy Bruce is even more powerful than the greatest wizards." Mavis looked at the spinning water-powered mill and her eyes widened, she felt that this young lord was even more powerful than her mother.

"Starting today, people in Grington can try the mill for free." Bruce stood on a large rock and announced loudly to everyone present.

"Oooo Compared with the magical mill, the serfs cared most about Bruce's words, and they cheered excitedly.

"What, try the mill for free?" And the serfs from Jeffrey's realm couldn't believe their ears, when they were in Jeffrey's domain, not only had to pay heavy taxes, but also had to pay the lord for the wear and tear of the mill when they used the lord's mill.

"This is Glinton, this is our lord." The serfs of Greenton laughed and patted them on the shoulders and said to them proudly.

At night, the serfs did not go to bed early, as usual, and when the new mill was built, they reveled around the bonfire, men and women danced happily with their bare feet in a circle over their shoulders, and the children ran with fruit and food to eat.

"It's so good, I hope I'll be so happy forever." Anne sat on the wooden fence and watched happily the people dancing happily in the territory.

"Yes, I'm going to make the people of Greenton happy forever." Bruce smiled at Anne as he held his glass, drank a bitter ale.