The Middle World.

21-02-0001.

Wu Qingchen once again entered the tenth day of the medieval world.

Early morning.

The village of Ekri.

"At the bend in the corner, the place where there are two big trees is almost there, just ahead"

In the forest, a police officer, four serfs, are slowly moving forward.

The four serfs in front of them were holding wooden poles, torches, straw balls, and a large pile of wooden planks.

Antoine, who walked behind, carried a stick in his left hand and a sharp axe that had been sharpened for most of the night.

Antoine had a faint smile on his face.

In the past two days, Antoine's life has been quite comfortable.

The serfs were basically fed and brought a little food to their families every day. In order not to lose such a good thing, these guys are quite hard-working, and they basically don't need Antoine to put too much effort into it.

What's more, for every successful movement of the honeycomb, Antoine receives a bowl of wheat from the master!

A bowl of wheat!

It's not a bean!

A whole bowl of wheat, with a little peas and cabbage, is enough for the whole family to eat beautifully!

Of course, everyone knows that Antoine has a good mother-in-law, a person who can live, and will definitely not spoil good things so much.

The wheat given by the lord is, of course, the fullest and freshest, especially the wheat given by the priest, and it may also carry the blessing of the master, how can it be eaten directly?

It must be put away well, and when it is time to plant it in the next year, let the sprouted wheat stalks grow a few more.

By the way, add honeycomb!

As he imagined that the field would be full of wheat stalks next year, and every straw would be full of wheat seeds, Antoine's smile grew even stronger.

At this moment, Antoine suddenly noticed out of the corner of his eye that the serf walking at the back did not know whether he had stepped into the empty space or mixed something, and suddenly stumbled and fell obliquely.

"Oops!"

Not only because he was the last to see first, but also because of some reason that Antoine had not yet realized, when the other serfs had not yet reacted, Antoine had already reflexively rushed forward a few steps and supported the serf who almost fell.

"Thank you, it's good to have you." The serfs hurriedly thanked them.

"It's okay, it's okay." Antoine didn't care, "Look at it, it's very difficult to walk in the forest, be careful, don't delay time." ”

"Okay, I'll have a heart." The serf nodded repeatedly.

"Police service" At this time, the voice of another serf came from the side: "Your things." ”

Antoine turned his head, only to realize that he was busy helping people in a hurry just now, and he actually threw the axe and stick to the ground casually.

Then, when he was talking to the serf who almost fell, the serf next to him had already picked it up for him.

"Hmm"

Antoine took the axe and stick casually.

After the interlude, the team moved on.

Walking in the rear, with a stick in one hand and an axe in the other, a certain thought swirled in Antoine's head from time to time:

If you think about it, I haven't had a chance to use a stick in the past two days, so why do I have to carry it?

Besides, if an axe is so heavy, do I have to take it myself?

At the same time.

Village Road.

Along the narrow road, a long row of tall wooden poles was erected, each of which was covered from the wind and rain, and the honeycomb was hung underneath, with a distance of dozens of steps between each two, from the bend to the next corner.

On both sides of the road, in the open commons, buckwheat flowers bloom.

This is the lord's commons where the villagers have served the summer service in the previous year, and it is also the only way to plough the land in this year's summer service.

It was the time of enlistment, and a large group of freemen, carrying the farm tools they had just received from the head of the village, rushed to the commons to which their families had been allotted.

Four police officers stood at the corner of the road.

The police officer standing at the front kept shouting to the blocked villagers: "Slow down!" Slow down! Come and have a look! See it clearly and then go over! Otherwise, my heart will be beaten with a stick! ”

"What's wrong? Quincy"

Upton pulled one of the villagers standing in front of him.

"Good luck Upton!" Quincy turned his head and saw the people around him clearly, and his face immediately showed a thick envy, "How is it, is the black bread rewarded by the priest delicious?" ”

"Hey, good luck, good luck." Upton smiled a little embarrassedly and continued, "What's going on up front?" How not to let it pass? ”

"It's not that we won't let it pass," Quincy replied, "it's to let us have a little bit of the past." ”

"A little bit of heart? What do you mean? ”

"You'll find out if you come and see." Quincy made a slight gap.

Upton leaned over and immediately saw a long row of drawing boards next to the officers.

On the first panel, a villager with an obscure face is depicted, with one hand of the villager resting on a wooden pole hanging from a honeycomb.

"What does this mean? Let's help hold on to the wooden poles? ”

"Hold on to the wooden pole?" Quincy chuckled, "Take a closer look." ”

Upton took a closer look and noticed that on the other side of the first canvas, there were two black lines.

"What do you mean?" Upton didn't quite understand.

"Look what's over there," Quincy said, holding up her hand and pointing to the side of the drawing board.

"It's a police officer, what's wrong?"

"Look what's in the hands of the officers."

"The officer's hand is" Looking at the officer's arm, Upton immediately shuddered, "Could it be?"

"That's right, if anyone doesn't like it and touches a wooden pole, he will be rewarded with two strokes of the stick! How's it going, are you going to help out? ”

"No, no, no!" Upton shook his head quickly.

When it came to sticks, Upton quickly cheered up and looked at the drawing board one by one.

The arm touched a wooden pole, two sticks.

The farming implements touched the wooden poles, two sticks.

The body touched a wooden pole, five sticks.

Touching the honeycomb, a long row of sticks.

Knock down wooden poles, dense sticks.

Looking at so many precautions, looking at such a dense stick, Upton couldn't help but shudder again.

"Can this ever pass?"

"Yes! Can this ever pass? Quincy also had a headache: "Can this road still be walked?" ”

The road is already very narrow, and when the villagers passed by here in the past, it was fine when their hands were empty, but once they brought farm tools, they needed to pay considerable attention to avoid the farm tools from hooking the buckwheat stalks belonging to the master.

Now, the wooden poles with the honeycomb have taken up part of the road, and the villagers do not know what posture to use to pass the road safely.

"Walking?"

The villagers' discussion reached the ears of the police officers, who were standing at the front first smiled, and then shouted: "Don't worry, you don't have to walk!" ”

Next, Quincy, Upton, and the other villagers standing in front of them saw that after blocking the road, two police officers, leading a group of serfs, walked to the side of the road with wooden poles.

Next, under the command of the police officer, the serfs raised their scythes and swung them at the buckwheat growing beside the road without hesitation.

Waved to the buckwheat!

O Lord!

In this way, in the lord's commons, the extremely precious, already flowering, partially fruiting buckwheat, was cut out of a new path!

"O Master! So much buckwheat, wait until autumn, how much can be harvested, how many days can be eaten"

Watching this scene in amazement, Quincy's voice was almost like a moan: "Since you are worried about being bumped into the side of the road, why don't you just stick the wooden pole directly into the buckwheat field?" ”

"Because, the honeycomb that Lois first moved was plugged into the side of the road."

Standing nearby, Upton continued, "What is this compared to a buckwheat stalk full of wheat seeds? ”

Village center.

Tall and wide wooden houses.

Sitting near the "hole in the wall," steward Ifrit held up a parchment and examined it carefully.

"Father." The eldest son hurriedly walked through the wooden house: "On the side of the lord's commonwealth buckwheat, the new road has been completed." ”

"Hmm," Iverley nodded.

The chalet was quiet again.

Standing next to him, hesitating for a long time, the eldest son spoke again: "Father, where the honeycomb is moved tomorrow, don't cut the buckwheat, right?" ”

"What's wrong? Worried that the buckwheat stalks that have moved the honeycomb will not produce so many wheat seeds? ”

"yes."

The son nodded: "Where the honeycomb is moved, if the buckwheat stalks bear more seeds, then of course everything is good, but if there is no change, the ploughing cattle in the village were injured so much a while ago, and the harvest this autumn will be less, and if the buckwheat is cut again, it will be even worse!" Such a small harvest, Lord Baron's side"

"Hey, you're wrong!"

Ifrett smiled and put down the parchment roll in his hand: "You should think so: this year's harvest is already like this anyway, if you don't move the honeycomb, it won't be able to meet the gratitudes of previous years anyway, and leave the buckwheat on the side of the road, and how many more handfuls of wheat can you give the baron?" And once the honeycomb is moved, it is full of wheat seeds like the land on the other side of Loos, and we cut a little buckwheat to protect the honeycomb, how can it make the baron angry? ”

"Ah, I see"

The eldest son suddenly understood the truth, and immediately thought of the behavior of another manager of the village: "No wonder Pastor Praia wants to move 100 honeycombs at once!" ”

"Humph!"

At the mention of this one, Ifrett's face immediately looked unhappy: "This old man thinks of many more places than us!" ”

"What's wrong, father?" The eldest son asked, puzzled.

"Humph! I've fallen for him! ”

"That night, when we discussed moving the honeycombs, he deliberately reminded me that most of the honeycombs in the village were the property of the baron, and lured me ten and twenty honeycombs to slowly add up," Ifrett said.

"That's right, right? If you use the baron's property without permission, you will be whipped! ”

"Alas, son, you are as stupid as I am"

Ifrett sighed, "Think about the land of the Loths and their families, there are two or three times as many buckwheat seeds!" Twice as much! Even the surrounding places have increased by more or less three or five percent! Thirty out of fifty! Such a tall, amazing wheat seed! What is a whip? ”

"Of course, it's worth a whip for these extra wheat seeds."

The eldest son hesitated: "Because of so much, such an important matter, of course, you have to tell the baron lord immediately!" ”

"Really?" Ifrett smiled bitterly and said, "Praia doesn't need to tell the Baron Lord first!" ”

"Oh why! Yes! Yes! ”

The eldest son instantly understood: "Seeing the buckwheat field over there, Pastor Praia immediately decided to directly move a hundred honeycombs first"

"Since this is the use of the baron's property," Ifrit continued.

"So you need to write to your family first and let your family vouch for you" The eldest son's expression was dull.

"So, Praia's family first learned about the benefits of honeycomb," Ifrit concluded with a wry smile.

"But wouldn't the Baron blame him in that case?" The eldest son suddenly thought of the flaws.

"Why blame him?" Ifrit asked: "The buckwheat flowering period is not long, in order to let the baron's buckwheat bear more seeds, Praia did not hesitate to let his family vouch for the honeycomb What a good minister!" ”

"But" the eldest son still couldn't figure it out: "Even if you can get through, but now even we have figured it out, the baron can't be deceived all the time, right?" ”

"It's not to deceive the Baron," Everett shook her head slowly, "What does the Baron mind about?" No matter who the honeycomb falls into, anyway, the grace tax is indispensable for his share of Praia priest, and it is just to let his family take the lead and quickly get a bunch of honeycombs. ”

"With this law, no one can blame, Pastor Praia, for not telling the Baron Lord about such a major matter first."

Ifrett finally concluded: "Of course, the most important thing about all this is that buckwheat doubles and bears seeds, which is originally Praia, Praia's student Andre, Praia's actual student Los, a good thing that the three of them made together, Praia has a little more advantage, and it is natural that this cunning guy has to block the opportunity for others to complain!" ”

"Father"

The eldest son suddenly became nervous: "Then our cousin's family, and uncle's family, honeycomb"

"Don't worry," Ifrit finally smiled a little: "Standing next to the land for a while, the person who can immediately think of this idea, how can he not take this into account Our family, and your uncle's family should be fine, and the relatives who are farther away"

Ifrett shook her head slowly.

"Master, Master Steward"

Just then, a humble voice came from outside the door.

The eldest son opened the wooden door.

Outside the door, Pamela, this cultured inferior, messenger from the village of Akrya, took off her hat, hung her head, and held the bag in her hand, revealing a large parchment seal: "The priest asked me to deliver the letter, and he told me that you also happen to have three letters to deliver. ”

Exactly three letters?

The eldest son also had a wry smile on his face.

Taking the parchment that the steward of Ivriet had prepared, the messenger departed.

The eldest son closed the door.

Ifrit stood next to the "hole in the wall".

Through the hole in the wall, the messenger carried a parchment roll, and the two sons of the messenger carried a large basket of planks, and the figures of the three gradually faded away.

Everett's face was thoughtful.

"What's wrong, father?"

"I just saw," said Iverett, "that in Pamela's hand was the first parchment, stamped with the poke of the parish church. ”

"Huh?"

"Although Praia is cunning, she has always taken good care of the people around her, and if I guess correctly, the village of Akri will soon have an extra master."

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