Soros padded his backpack upwards, he had made a fortune in the battle of Schleisug through the trade of booty and slaves, and now with Arold returned to Mecklenburgshire, when he handed over the part due to Arold to the treasurer, he walked out of the castle and walked in the direction of his home, Soros's home was in the northwest corner of the town of Mecklenburg, where the respected Count of Mecklenburg Arold had carved out a community for the Jews, and the Jews who arrived first built houses in what was originally a vacant landMost of these houses were very rudimentary, with thatched roofs and mud-clad walls, but they were safe and secure, and the Jews had brought their families here, and now more than thirty Jews had gathered in the town of Mecklenburg.

"Ah, here it is." Soros stepped on the dirt with his feet in leather sandals, and the trail was so remote because it had just been developed, so Arold's stone path was not paved here, but Soros's mood to go home was not greatly reduced.

"Hahaha." Before he could enter the congregated neighborhood, Soros heard the sound of children playing and frolicking, a group of Jewish children running from house to house, the boys were no different from other Germanic children except for the color and curls of their hair, but the girls wore a special kind of Jewish robes.

"Heller, Camille." Soros saw his child among the children, and he immediately shouted loudly, and soon a little boy and a slightly older girl ran towards him and threw themselves into his arms.

"Daddy." The little boy and the little girl hugged Soros and shouted to him excitedly.

"My darlings." Soros crouched down and kissed the faces of the two children. His bushy black-bearded children giggled, but they still didn't want to leave their father's arms.

"Soros is back." When the surrounding Jews saw their imam returning, they all came out of their humble houses, nodding their heads and putting their fingers to their lips and foreheads in greeting their imam.

"Did Dad bring me any gifts?" The little boy Heller raised his head, looked at his father with his big brown eyes, and asked Soros.

"Oh, of course, I brought gifts for everyone." Soros led his children back to his hut, where he placed his heavy backpack on the ground. Open the rope tied to it. A number of Viking wood carvings were taken out of it, which he had bought in his spare time with some cider from Mecklenburg, which the Vikings were so keen on it that they were willing to buy it with their own gold ornaments. This allowed Soros to find a way to make money. He is determined to go to the Duchy of Mason to buy cider. It was then sold by sea to the Vikings in the Vikan region.

"Trojan, warrior, I want warrior." Heller excitedly snatched a carved wooden warrior on horseback. The Jewish children around him looked at him with envy, and this greatly satisfied Heller's vanity, and the little girl Camille was given a beautiful piece of turquoise.

"God bless you for your safe return." Soros's wife carried a wicker basket with some messy wool threads, Jews were not allowed to cultivate the land, and in order to survive they had to do some work that no one else did, such as washing clothes or sorting out the mess of wool threads for others, and the hard work was only paid for three meals a day.

"Oh, my dear wife, put down the wool, I've made enough money to spend this time." Soros asked his wife to put down the basket and whispered in her ear.

"Oh? Do nobles really allow you to do battlefield business? Soros's wife sat on a wooden bench and asked curiously, knowing that the nobles treated the Jews like livestock, and would not allow them to take money away at all, even if it was earned by their hard work.

"Of course, I have never seen such a nobleman as the Count of Mecklenburg, may God bless him for being so generous and trustworthy." Soros said excitedly, he didn't expect to be able to take the money away at all, but Arold only collected the agreed money exactly as they agreed, and ignored the rest at all.

"We're going to make good use of this money, and only God knows if it's going to happen." Soros's wife looked down for a moment and warned her husband that the Jews had suffered too much of this in exile, and that perhaps soon the soldiers of the Count of Mecklenburg would come here and take not a single penny of money with them.

"I know, oh, what about Moses? Why didn't I see him?" Soros held his wife's face and nodded in agreement, but when he looked around, he realized that his eldest son was not there, which made him a little puzzled.

"Well, I really don't know how to talk about it, Moses this kid doesn't know how to get it lately, he's addicted to the arena, and he won't be home for a long time, which worries me." Soros's wife frowned, and picked up the wicker basket again, most of the arena is gambling for a living, although sometimes Jews also make money by gambling, but as far as they know, the gambling in the arena is run by the people of the Count of Mecklenburg, and no one else wants to interfere in it, which makes Soros's wife very afraid that it will anger the lord and be deported.

"Mom, Dad, you're back?" As he spoke, Soros's eldest son strode in from outside the door, and he saw his father at a glance, and hurriedly greeted him in a formal manner.

"Moses, where did you go?" Soros was also aware of the same problem, so he asked sternly with a straight face.

"Oh me, I just got back from the arena." Moses hurriedly replied to his father.

"Are you involved in gambling and sitting in the bank, I tell you that this place is different from other countries, I heard in the court of Lord Count Mecklenburg that behind the gambling house in the arena is presided over by Lord Earl's people, if you harm his interests, it will endanger the lives of our whole family, so you must not participate in it." Soros sternly warned his eldest son, who, like any other young Jew, was business-minded and adventurous, but that he could also pose great dangers.

"Oh, father, don't worry, I know very well that the Blooddrop Brotherhood is presiding over the business there, but I didn't harm the interests of Lord Earl, I just worked with a few partners to introduce the rules of gambling to the newcomers there, and the result was very good, not only do we have our own intermediate fees to take, but even the lord in charge of gambling is also very satisfied." Moses said triumphantly.

"That's good." Soros breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that his son was not in trouble, and he stretched out his arms to hold his family in his arms, and he felt that his future was bright. (To be continued......)