Although under the rules of religious law at this time, women were under the jurisdiction of their fathers and brothers before they got married, and they became vassals of their husbands after marriage, but even so, they should not underestimate the weight of these women, and these noble women could even understand the movements of the local nobles.

"Well, I agree with you, I'll provide a room for you and your friends to use at leisure when the spring warms up." Arold remembered that in the Renaissance, the luxurious salon rooms of the powerful became a space for the exchange and collision of ideas, and a place for spies to exchange information, and even to manipulate information if used properly.

"Thank you, my dear husband." Princess Josie's eyes lit up, she knew that under the influence of religious law, many men regarded their married wives as vassals, and if their wives had any novel actions, they would be punched, kicked, and cursed, which was why she hesitated to sue Sù Arold about this matter, but she didn't expect Arrod to be so open-minded, not only promised not to interfere with herself, but also willing to provide a place for her friends.

"As long as you're happy." Arold looked at the happy princess Josie, and couldn't help but feel a little weak, but when she thought of the revenge of the Wendell family, any price was worth it.

The winter winds were getting colder, the peasants were huddled in their humble thatched huts, the fire in the ponds was getting weaker, the whole family snuggled together, trying to be as inactive as possible to reduce energy consumption, but fortunately, the taxes in Mecklenburg were relatively low for the peasants, they were able to store enough food for the winter, and the peasants were allowed to pick up dead branches from the forest for fuel, because the forests, tidal flats, minerals and rivers of the entire territory belonged to lord Arold. If it is against the laws of the territory to cut down fresh trees.

"Dad is so cold, do you still have firewood?" The peasant girl huddled beside the fire, wrapped in dirty wool, her nose red from the cold, her shoes showing her thumbs, her body shivering from the cold.

"Our Lady. Now that the snow is so heavy and the snow is so thick, how can you pick up a branch, you and your mother can eat something more. The girl's father said helplessly, the thick snow covered up a qiē, if he went out at this time, not only could he not pick up firewood, but he might also die, and the child in his wife's arms on the side was also crying again, and the clouds of sorrow were shrouded in this dark and simple room, and the thatched roof overhead was squeaked by the snow, and the peasant raised his head and looked worriedly. Fearing that the snow would crush the roof, the whole family would literally freeze to death in the cold.

"Squeak, squeak." Suddenly, the sound of snow was heard from outside, which made the farmer's family wonder how it was possible for anyone to come to visit at this time, and everyone was hiding from the cold in their homes.

"Ah, is there anyone in there?" There was a sound outside the chai gate, and it seemed that there were still a lot of people. This made the farmer very nervous, and it was rare for him to run into a robber or something. Although Mecklenburg is very tight, sometimes there are always fish that slip through the net, especially in this cold winter, there are always lazy people who take risks.

"Ah, who are you?" Seeing that the people outside always did not leave, the peasant grabbed a wooden stick in desperation and walked out cautiously. Pushing open the door, I saw a group of young men in animal skin coats standing outside, dressed more generously than the village chief.

"We're squires from Mecklenburg, and we're here on orders from your lordship, so why don't you keep warm in the village longhouse?" A gentle-looking squire said to the farmer that he had been frightened when he heard that he had come from the castle. Hurriedly put down the wooden stick in his hand and bowed respectfully to the attendants.

"Oh, in the village longhouse, only those who participated in the armor protection are eligible, there are no boys in my family, and I was brushed off in the re-election process, of course I am not eligible for the rights and interests of the armor." The farmer cautiously explained to the attendants.

"That's the case, there is such a rule, but this winter is so cold, if we hadn't seen the fireworks going off here, we would have missed it." The amiable attendant told the farmer that although there was only a spark in the fire in their house, there was still green smoke coming out of the fire.

"What are you missing?" The farmer asked curiously.

"By order of your lord, every peasant family can get some honeycomb coal as fuel, which is the best fuel, and if used carefully, it will be enough for you to survive the whole winter." The attendant gestured behind him, and there were several carriages behind him, which seemed to be pulling something that they didn't understand how to use when the peasants brought their families back the black things.

"Just put them in the fire, okay save some points, we have a lot of places to deliver, it's damn snow, and you people live too scattered, the Earl has found us a chore." Another burly squire grumbled.

"Put it in the fire." The farmer scratched his scalp, he looked at the black stone in his hand suspiciously, and said that it was a stone and too soft, and that it was very unpalatable to eat, and that it was so difficult that the stone could be used as fuel? It's really weird. But when the farmer tentatively put the coal in the fire, a miracle happened, and gradually the flames danced in the holes of the honeycomb coal, and the farmer's simple thatched house became warmer, and his daughter smiled, and at last her face was no longer blue, and her youngest son stopped crying and runny, and even his wife, who always had a bitter face, became softer.

"Thank you to Our Lady, thank God, thank you to our lord, may he be in good health and the family rule will always be strong." The farmer had tears in his eyes, he did not expect a noble lord to treat them so kindly, and the same thing was happening in many villages.

When the branches of the first tree sprouted, the terrible winter days finally passed, and a total of thirteen people died in Arold's territory from the cold throughout the winter, and the casualty rate was much lower than in previous years, thanks to the honeycomb coal that Arold ordered to make in the smelting base, which produced much better heat than the dead wood that the peasants were looking for in the woods, and in order to reduce the number of deaths and injuries among the peasants in the territory, Arold ordered his squire to give them away free of charge along the small village gathering pointsThis gesture made all the peasants feel grateful to this benevolent monarch. (To be continued......)