Qin Lun thought about it, then squatted down on the ground and grabbed a handful of dust and wiped it off his face, not stopping until he was dirty.

Qin Lun cautiously avoided the gaze of the manor servant, and quietly touched towards the stable, he had already thought about the identity he was going to pretend to be.

……

"Tony, you're going to see what's wrong with the old man's horse?" The steward of the manor stopped what he was doing, pushed open the window and looked at the stable, and turned back to one of his manservants.

"Oh, okay." The young manservant walked out of the manor gate with some reluctance and walked towards the stable, where the horses neighed loudly.

There were black slaves on Wilson's estate who took care of the cattle and horses, but the work on the plantation was very busy at this time, and all the men were working in the fields.

The manservant named Tony muttered something in his mouth and staggered towards the stable.

Slavery had long been absent in Europe at this time, and only the colonial plantations in North America used black slaves from the Black Triangle trade in large numbers. However, the large families and nobles of this era still had many tenant farmers and domestic servants attached to them.

There are also 369 domestic servants in the aristocratic manor, and Tony, as a personal valet who can serve at the banquet at the master's house, has a much higher status in the manor than the groom, so he naturally does not want to serve the horses when preparing the dinner.

But as soon as he walked to the door of the stable, and looked inside, he immediately forgot his complaints, and was frightened by the whimsical horses in the stable.

"Oh my God!" Tony was stunned for a moment before coming back to his senses, and immediately ran to the door of the stable, trying to appease the inexplicably mad animals.

"Yu Yu~~" It's just that the young manservant is not a groom who is familiar with these horses after all, and a brown Dutch horse tilted his head and knocked him around.

"Need help?" Just as Tony was embarrassed, a young man peeked in at the door of the stable.

"Of course, damn it!" Tony got up from the ground in frustration and cursed at the big beast in front of him, "Help me hold it!" ”

"Hehe, this can't be done, this Groningen horse is very spiritual, if you want to reduce its vigilance, you need to be more gentle." The young man who came in at the door smiled and put down the burden on his shoulders and walked to the front of the stable.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Tony, who had been trying to hold the horse's head, was suddenly shocked when he saw the young man who had come in bending down and burrowing into the stall.

"Don't worry, I'm just going to see why it's so grumpy...... Oh, I see, it's been pierced by a wooden thorn! ”

"Alright, alright, little beauty, don't be afraid, it won't hurt soon......"

"Yu~~" The Dutch mare suddenly had a thrill, snorted loudly, and really slowly calmed down.

"You see, it's this wooden thorn stuck in the ass that makes it so irritable!" The young man got out from behind the horse's butt and showed Tony a two-inch-long wooden thorn, "It must be a burr in the wooden lining board in the stable." ”

"It's all the fault of those slackers in the stable, I'll let Butler Parker teach them a good lesson!" Tony muttered indignantly.

"Okay, the other horses should be affected by it, and they'll be fine when they calm down." The young man handed the wooden thorn to Tony and smiled and instructed, "However, when the others come back, it is better for them to boil some hot water and scrub the little beauty to prevent the wound from becoming infected." This Dutch warmblood is probably the treasure of the old man! ”

"Thank you so much, you're not from the manor, I don't think I've ever seen you!" Tony finally had time to look at the young man in front of him and asked warily.

The colonies of the North American continent were never a safe place, and colonists from the European continent often faced countless difficulties and dangers.

Hateful Indians, thieves, bandits, pirates, vagabonds, fugitives...... Tony had seen a lot of suspicious people around the manor. Even if the young man in front of him looked like a simple and honest man, and he had just helped himself, he would not let his guard down.

"I'm from Wilmington in the north, and I have too many younger siblings in the family, and my father said that I have grown up and asked me to come out and find a job so that I can reduce the burden on the family!" The young man smiled a little sheepishly.

Tony's heart moved slightly, as a servant working for the plantation owner, he understood what happened to the young man in front of him. Most of the families who come to North America to make a living are not wealthy, and as poor people, there are more than half of the children who are kicked out by their families at the age of eighteen or even sixteen.

If I'm not lucky, I'm probably about the same as him! Thinking of this, Tony took another closer look at the young man. He wore a shabby coat, rolled up trousers covered in mud, and his face and hair were covered with ash, and he looked like he had really come a long way.

Looking at the small burden that the young man threw on the ground, and the honest smile on his face, Tony's guard suddenly lightened a lot.

"Come, come with me!" Tony tilted his head and gestured to the young man, "There's still some leftover mashed potatoes from noon in the kitchen, you just helped a lot, I don't think Butler Parker should mind that." ”

"That'...... Thank you so much! The young man licked his dry lips and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"You haven't had lunch today, have you?" Tony asked amusedly, giving a sneaky glance.

"yes, yes, I haven't eaten anything since last night." The young man blushed and lowered his head in embarrassment.

"Oh!" Surprisingly, instead of laughing at him, Tony quickened his pace and led the young man towards the main building of the manor.

As luck would have it, I only shot once, and I ran into a sympathetic kid! Qin Lun looked at Tony's back and curled the corners of his mouth slightly.

This world has just had a little transformation of the magic law, and it belongs to the low-magic world, which greatly suppresses the apostle's high-level magical ability.

But even so, the elven story that comes with Qin Lun's elven bloodline can still have some effect, and there is no problem in appeasing the Dutch horse that has been manipulated, the key is the timing of the attack and how to win the trust of the servants who came to inspect the manor in the future.

He had been watching the stables for a long time, and was sure that the grooms had gone down to work. At this time, it happened to be the manor preparing for dinner, and servants like the butler and the chief maid, who were a little older and more experienced, would not have time to check the stable, but at most send a young man-servant over.

This also means that Qin Lun's difficulty in communicating with him is greatly reduced, as long as he can win the trust of the servants of the first manor, it will be easier to influence others with his help and establish a preliminary sense of identity in the future.

This is similar to the brainwashing process of MLM elements in later generations, and it is an application of psychology.

Of course, Qin Lun's plan was a little rough compared to those previous strategies. However, one is that he doesn't have much time to waste, and the other is that the plan is simple, as long as he tries a few more times, there will always be a suitable breakthrough.

"By the way, have you ever had a horse before?" Walking to the door of the manor, Tony suddenly remembered something and asked.

"Well, my father had a small ranch in Walsall, and then the ranch went bankrupt and my family immigrated here. I worked at Brown Ranch west of Wilmington, and then Mr. Brown hired two big black men to replace me, and he thought my wages were too high. Qin Lun said with a sad face, "Actually, I only have one pound plus fifteen shillings a month. ”

"Less than two pounds?" Tony was taken aback, this salary was basically on par with the lowliest servant in Wilson Manor.

For a groom, even if it includes food and housing, it is considered a low income. Of course, for black slaves who don't want money, then this salary is considered high.

"The horses in Brown's Ranch are much worse than those in your stable, and although they are not food horses, they are not racing horses, but they are only sold to people to pull carts." Qin Lun shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly, "This kind of horse is easier to serve, Mr. Brown doesn't need a groom like me!" ”

Qin Lun's resentment did not resonate with the manservant Tony, but it further dispelled his suspicions.

Taking care of a racehorse and a stallion is really the same as taking care of a horse that pulls a cart. The former is a special person to serve the night feed alone, and the latter is more durable, and the feed does not need to be particularly finely matched.

The former requires a professional groom, employing herders who are very familiar with horses, while the latter requires a month of instruction, and even a black slave can make do with it. Tony could fully understand why the farmer at Brown Ranch didn't want the young groom in front of him.

"Walsall? Are you an Englishman? Tony's eyes rolled, he suddenly slowed down, leaned over to Qin Lun's side and whispered, "Actually, our master has always been dissatisfied with those in the stable, you can be clever later, maybe you have a chance to find a job here......"

"I didn't expect this guy to be a racist!" Qin Lun looked at Tony, who was pretending to be casual in front of him, and pursed his lips mockingly. He pretended to be a groom just for a chance to enter the manor in the open, and he didn't think about staying long.

In Qin Lun's opinion, if Sir Wilson has a problem, then he can basically find out the clues tonight. If it was all right, then he would have to leave early tomorrow morning, after all, there were only four days left in his stay.

"Tony, why are you here, the kitchen is busy, come and help!" Tony led Qin Lun into the side door of the manor, and a fat cook who looked a little old peeked out of the kitchen and shouted at the two of them fiercely.

"It's coming, it's coming!" Tony replied, lowered his voice and said quickly, "Meranda is back, she's the cook of the manor, and it seems that she can't get you food now." You follow me to help first, and if Meranda doesn't object to letting you work, Butler Parker will at least keep you for a meal. ”

"No problem, I have the strength." Qin Lun rolled up his sleeves with a happy face.