On a sunny Monday, the first day after Jesus' resurrection, people returned to work for the week.

The air is filled with fresh air breathed by the awakening of all things, close your eyes and feel the warm breeze, passing through your ears, gentle like the rough big hand of your mother touching your forehead when you were a child, the wrinkles are full of vicissitudes of life and the nostalgic kitchen fragrance, and even you can hear the sound of the big trees and grass desperately pulling out the joints, a round cloud seems to be full of food, the fat man lying in the sky lazily dozing, leisurely swaying his body against the edge of the blue sky floats past, everything is so warm and comfortable.

Unknown birds chirping happily, jumping from a budding tree to another pine tree with knotted branches, reminds people that it is time to work in the fields for a year.

The whole family of Nijmegen immigrants went out to talk and laugh and lead their old horses, which were all retired horses that had been injured in the war, and distributed them to each Nijmegen peasant family to use as cattle control, ploughs and tools on their shoulders, and the women carried the dried and sifted manure on their backs to their own land.

Most of these endless virgin lands are undeveloped, and there are scattered dead grass and scattered trees growing everywhere, as well as some domestic garbage discarded by the Liutiqi people, and the hard bones of the prey that have come out after slaughtering.

The men helped each other, one drove the horses in front, and the other held the plough arm to ensure that the sharp iron ploughshare below turned over the soil straight, and was not afraid of hitting the stones buried in the ground or the dead roots and damaging them, and the women who followed behind used a rake to crush and flatten the large pieces of soil, and then sprinkled with sun-dried manure as the first layer of fertilizer.

After all the land is deeply cultivated, everyone uses a hoe to clean the land again, pick out the stones and grass roots that did not come out the first time, and mix the soil with fertilizer by the way, and plough a neat ditch to facilitate future drainage and irrigation, as well as field management, fertilization and so on.

After these processes, one day is often not enough, and it takes several families to work together for two or three days to complete, and the land allocated to them for cultivation is too large for the population of the family.

When the land is finished, it is time to sow seeds.

In the past, it was always said that the wisdom of the working people is infinite, and after using the cocoon car I invented for two years, someone has improved it on this basis, and it can sow seeds in three rows of furrows at the same time, which greatly improves the efficiency of use.

The small ploughshare under the cocoon can turn over the land, and the funnel on top will scatter the seeds at a uniform speed to ensure the same distance and density, and the new seedlings will not compete with each other for water, sunlight and nutrients because of uneven sowing.

Because of these insignificant inventions, which were enough to change the course of European agriculture, the wheat production in Nijmegen quadrupled in two years, and not only did we become the richest nation in the entire German Empire, the well-known granary of the Rhine.

"Let the Lyutić join them, Lord Duke."

Yaroslav rode with me to inspect the spring sowing and said with emotion: "Look at the confidence and satisfaction on the faces of the people of Nijmegen, if the people of Lyutich could learn the art of farming, they would be so happy from the bottom of their hearts!" ”

With Yaroslav's approval, the medieval version of the reintegration naturally became easier, and at least the tribes under his command and the other two more closely related tribes had already begun to count the population and household registration, in preparation for the next step of household registration and distribution of means of production.

The leaders of the other tribes of the Lyutich stood by and watched, and in their opinion, the cowardly Franks must have been playing some kind of trick to deprive their family of their natural right to rule.

Although the Liudiqi also cultivated crops, it was only a side job for the women to subsidize the family, and the men's vocation was to fight and hunt, to fight the invaders and rob the weak, and the hands of the samurai with murderous tomahawks must not touch the hoes used to cultivate the fields, and either win or die, this is the life of our Liutich people.

A chieftain of the Lyutich tribe, whose chin was higher than the sky, said to me proudly.

There were 1,000 Lyutić people who were registered, a total of 148 households, equivalent to a quarter of the population of all the barbarian tribes, and each person was allocated the land that he could cultivate according to the different productive capacities of men, women and children, and then each family was given the corresponding agricultural tools and seeds according to the land they occupied, and a Nijmegen family as a mentor to help them gradually learn more advanced ways of planting. Wait until later and then slowly replenish it.

Before the formation was settled, all the men over the age of fourteen and under the age of forty of the one hundred and forty-eight families of the Lyutich were selected and lined up in a neat formation to stand in the square in the middle of the castle to be inspected.

God was indeed partial, and favored these barbarians from the vast jungles of the East, although they did not receive a comfortable climate and rich and fertile land suitable for cultivation, but they were endowed with tall and strong statures and the strength to swallow mountains and rivers, and the Slavs were natural warriors, and words such as fitness, handsomeness, divine force, oppression, and invincibility came out of their minds like a fountain.

It's a pity that none of them can perfectly summarize them, more than 340 strong men with black or red or golden hair, as if more than 340 straight green pines standing upright in the wind, heroically rooted in front of me.

"I finally know why the German Empire, with so many castles and troops deployed on the northeast border, can't stop your attack."

I nodded and admired Yaroslav, who was beside me, "The Emperor of Constantinople has been employing northerners into his army since more than a hundred years ago, and has been using them to conquer the unruly Greeks and the aggressive Saracens in the eastern part of the empire, as well as all those who dare to challenge the emperor's authority. The current Emperor Basil II completely relied on the Norsemen as the mainstay, forming a permanent Valangian Guard, fighting against the stubborn Bulgars in the mountains where the royal heavy cavalry could not deploy, and completing impossible tasks again and again. ”

"The Varangian Guards of the Southern Empire, known even among the unheard of Lyutich, were the best warriors of the Nordics, who lived and fought among a group of Christians, but never renounced their faith, and the Grand Duke of Kievan Rus' united the Swedes and Rus' to build a powerful state, and even the Emperor of the Southern Empire had to ally with him in exchange for the security of the northern border."

Yaroslav looked into the distance with a confused look, as if his mind had drifted to the bustling city of Constantinople, completely unaware of the disrespect for God in his words.

"I grew up listening to the stories of heroes, and I fantasized that one day I would be able to stand among them, fight and drink happily, and then return home with a lot of loot and become a legend to remember."

I turned my face to the side and stared earnestly at the leader of Lyutich, his angular face showed a hint of solemnity that was different from the past, even on the battlefield of life and death between two people, I had never seen him so focused on showing his yearning for glory and merit, maybe as the chief said, Lyutich was born a warrior, win or die, there is no third way to survive.

"Believe me, you can achieve the same glory in Nijmegen, and become a hero to be celebrated by posterity, even far more than the Varangian Guard in Constantinople."

I stroked Yaroslav's shoulder emotionally and nodded seriously: "You will become the commander of this army, I have even thought of the name, just call it the Lyutich Guard, how about it?" You can use traditional tattoos and totems to tell the world who you are. ”

"Thank you, Lord Duke." Yaroslav put his arm around me excitedly, his resolute brow full of gratitude.

"The Lyutich Guards will not let you down!" When the other leaders of Lyutich heard our conversation, their hearts were also burning with a thirst for glory, and they all looked at this side with burning eyes, and I bowed to them one by one, and secretly rejoiced in my heart about my superb acting skills, and deceived these elm melons into changing their minds, and obediently gathered under the banner of Nijmegen, to hell with the Slavs!

"Silence!"

I stretched out my right palm and looked around at the Liutiqi people who were whispering in the queue, and the Fuhrer's handsome gesture signaled everyone to be quiet, but my hoarse shouting was obviously no match for the noisy speech of the Liutiqi, except for the dozen or so people standing in the front row, who looked up and glanced at the red-faced Duke in ignorance, the others continued to discuss the high-end question of closing the queue for a while and what to eat at home, and the chiefs wanted to laugh but didn't dare to be too blatant, so they had to cover their mouths and snicker secretly, making me stand there at a loss.

"Shut up, bastard!"

Yaroslav let out a majestic roar from the dantian with full of anger, like a raging tiger, which frightened everyone present, and instantly fell silent, and the authority of the leader was undoubtedly revealed at this moment, which also set off my embarrassment even more.

"Ahem!"

I cleared my throat with a pretended composure, smiled and thanked Yaroslav, and then straightened my back, facing the Lyutich who was staring at me, my eyes dizzy with my dense head and hair of different colors, and I forgot all about to speak when I was ready, and my lips seemed to crack open, but the more times like this, the more I could not afford to lose the price of Nijmegen, and I had to carry it hard.