During the story meeting, Jiao Ming has been paying attention to the state of the little poem, from the malaise at the beginning, to the time when Shining Scale tells half of the story, he is already an idle child, arching in Shining Scale's arms. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info he completely believed in the statement of casting the spell.

After Shining Scales finished speaking, Xiao Shi stood up and moved her arms and legs: "Let's catch the unicorn fairy!" Flashing Scales excitedly jumped down the stack more than two meters high, and then climbed up with an embarrassed face and memorized the little poem.

When Jiao Ming heard the word unicorn, he wanted to slip away, and rode on the back of the cow to say hello and leave, but he didn't want to be pulled by the three little girls. The flashing scales are even more direct, pulling the horns of the bull and dragging them, and with the brute force of the hammer, they are dragged by the flashing scales again and again.

"I'm afraid of you. Jiao Ming had no choice but to compromise, and at the same time ordered in his heart to let the hammer stop fighting. At dinner, Flashscale finally had a coveted one-horned fairy pet, this one was not just caught for Jiao Ming to practice, not only the corners were large and beautiful, but there were also three green flutes on the black back shell. When he fought against Jiao Ming's pure black unicorn fairy at the dining table, he easily forked the latter up and won the victory.

Jiao Ming couldn't see the smug appearance of the scales, so he said, "You know that these insects will die in winter, right?"

Flashscales froze, apparently realizing the problem for the first time, and the whole person withered as his lips moved. Shining scales put his chin on the dining table, drooped his arms, and looked at the one-horned fairy who was showing off his might on the rice bowl with sorrow, and the interest in eating was gone.

Xiao Shi glared at Jiao Ming with disgust, and explained: "We can keep it in a warm house, how can it know that it is winter and summer outside? I think it is not impossible to let it survive this winter." ”

"That's right!" Shining Scales refreshed: "And there is no shortage of food, there are a lot of horse dung balls." Jiao Ming's cheeks bulged, and he almost squirted out all the sorghum rice in his mouth, and this stupid girl really believed it.

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The next day, after only half a morning, the sorghum was all overturned, and the work was barely completed during the harvest period. Even Jiao Ming, a layman, could see that the bright red ears of sorghum were beginning to turn dull and yellow, and I was afraid that if it was a day or two later, the sorghum would fall into the soil, leaving only the empty ears on top of the sorghum stalks.

The rest of the work was threshing and storage, and the change brought about by the reduction in the amount of labor and intensity was that the food level of the coolies was lowered and replaced by a mixture of sorghum rice and mush. Some of the guards and magic warriors also left the castle estate with ox carts loaded with new grain and headed south.

Weak laborers such as Jiao Ming and Binglian were also transferred to a more suitable position: settling accounts. So the two of them were doing some statistical work in the study, temporarily getting out of Ms. Purple Feather's sight. Jiao Ming looked at the departing team through the window and asked where Binglian and these people went.

"Naturally, when you go home, you should have found that there weren't so many rooms in the castle. Binglian replied as she wrote.

"Where is their home?" Jiao Ming asked.

"A small part is in Sardinia City and Fishtail Fortress, and most is in Long Vine Town. ”

"So you were hired?"

"Not really. Binglian raised her voice and asked, obviously a little reluctant, and then added: "Their food remuneration is higher than that of the people, if it weren't for the tight autumn harvest time and heavy tasks, and they are all relatives, they may not be invited." ”

"Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"Labor is labor when there is no war. Binglian pointed out the main problem.

"If the war continues, will not the harvest be endless?"

"The war will definitely be interrupted, after all, the Xuqin nobles in the south will also return to the territory to supervise the coolie harvest. Binglian was slightly aggravated in supervising Erzi Mountain, "After all, eating is before the war." ”

Jiao Ming nodded, agreed with this reason, and asked, "What does this relative say?"

"It's very simple, after hundreds of years of marriage, in fact, all magic warriors can be connected. ”

Jiao Ming is a little clear, as long as the two families have a side branch marriage, they can be regarded as relatives, and the description is probably this: cousin-in-law's uncle and nephew. After jumping two or three steps, Binglian probably has a forty or fifty-year-old nephew who has never met and only has three rings.

Thinking of this, while smiling secretly in his heart, Jiao Ming found another problem: "Those ox carts and carriages that transport grain are always from the castle." ”

"That's nature. ”

"Not afraid of losing it?"

"Is it okay for our family to be a big lord? Even if the cow is lost, the person who borrowed the cow will go to Sardinia City to buy one and pay it back. Binglian was speechless at this question.

"So, all those who stay are close relatives?"

"Exactly, according to your hometown, it's all cousins and cousins."

Jiao Ming saw the beautiful woman named Ah Hua near the threshing stone plate, and asked, "What kind of relatives are you to that Ah Hua?"

Binglian raised her eyes and looked at the window: "Ah Hua is called by the elders, that is my cousin Luohua, the eldest daughter of my fourth uncle." ”

At this point, Jiao Ming took the opportunity to ask about Binglian's relatives, and Binglian said a few people, but Jiao Ming couldn't match any of them. "Two or three days is not enough for me to know so many people. Jiao Ming smiled bitterly.

"Let's talk about the two most important. Binglian stood up, came to Jiao Ming's side, pointed out the window and said, "The person with the short sword on the belt is my aunt, Bahuan." ”

Jiao Ming remembered that this was the person who belonged to the first group with the harvesting speed of Master Mar and the Duke of Crocodile, but he didn't expect it to be Binglian's aunt.

Binglian pointed in the direction of the granary inside the wall: "The maid with the pen and paper is my third aunt, my second mother, and my father's personal maid. ”

"Huh?" Jiao Ming's identity as the third aunt and second aunt was confused.

"She's my mother's sister, and she's my father's concubine. ”

Jiao Ming's mouth widened in surprise: "Aren't you monogamous?"

"Monogamy is just a model and a reference for you, right?" Binglian asked rhetorically. Jiao Ming was speechless, and then awkwardly turned to the topic of magic addiction potions.

"It is an alchemical potion made from grain and fruit catalyzed by a fire demon medium, and it is very popular among fire mages in the south. ”

"Alcoholic beverages. Jiao Ming suddenly realized. "I'm going to make it myself, I've found all the grapes in the mountains, but I didn't expect you to have them here. "The appeal of alcoholic beverages is great, but the value of a new wine is not the same as that of a new alcohol.

After Binglian asked what the alcoholic drink was, she shook her head and said, "It's not that simple, you can taste it at the meeting to celebrate the harvest in a few days," and handed the account book to Jiao Ming and asked him to check it. "After the autumn harvest, it's time for our construction plan to open again, so get ready!"

"Always be ready!" Jiao Ming said the slogan in his memory with a smile. "But until then, I'm going to take a walk around the nearby villages, and I'll need guides and bodyguards. Jiao Ming believes that these days are the only opportunity to solve the problem of employing the people, a few days earlier is the harvest of the crops, which farmers have time to chat with Jiao Ming, a few days later the construction plan will begin, Jiao Ming will inevitably be busy, the people will miss this rare recruitment.

"Sent the summer breeze. "Binglian heard Jiao Ming mention this investigation when she was repairing the cement kiln, and it was not surprising.

Jiao Ming happily accepted it, although Xia Feng was deeply poisoned by aristocratic etiquette, and usually had some disrespectful actions with Binglian, which would attract her glare, but there was indeed no more suitable candidate.

"Guide's words......" Binglian frowned and said, "You may not like this candidate of mine. ”

"How?"

"He's a second-ring guard who collects taxes and grain, and the way he treats the villagers shouldn't be in line with your worldview. ”

"Anyway, how do you collect taxes and grain here?" Jiao Ming suddenly became curious about this question, and then lowered his psychological expectations as much as possible, after all, the backward social situation doomed that taxes could not be deducted directly from the bank card.

"In your dictionary, it's probably like robbery. Jiao Ming pursed his lips, as expected.