With the warm morning sun, it slowly rose over the distant northern forest, and suddenly, the first rays of sunlight in the morning were thrown into the entire northern wasteland.

At this time, the Black Eagle Territory was bathed in sunlight, as if it was plated with a layer of dazzling golden light.

The haze in the sky was swept away.

It's been a long time since the Northern Wastelands have seen the sun.

With a "squeak", Sam pushed open the somewhat shaky and leaky wooden door and walked out with shaggy hair.

He rubbed the bags under his eyes, feeling groggy and lacking any energy.

Last night, the murderous thieves had visited his cabin, and he had been in fear all night, and he had not slept well at all.

Since he lived in the outskirts of Black Hawk Town, he didn't dare to imagine whether the thieves had attacked the territory last night, and what kind of bloody slaughterhouse the lord's castle had become.

Poop!

With the church bell ringing from the town center square behind him, Sam immediately clasped his hands to his chest with a reverent expression, silently praying for God's blessing and God's forgiveness.

Thinking of the benevolent Baron Sean, who most likely had died under the knife of a murderous thief, Sam's heart was filled with guilt and guilt, but there was nothing he could do.

In this chaotic and dangerous border wasteland, no one dares to oppose the murderous bands of thieves, otherwise, they will face bloody butcher knives and endless revenge.

After the thieves left last night, he curled up in the grass nest and silently prayed for Baron Sean all night, he hoped that Baron Sean was still alive and did not want him to die at the hands of those thieves.

For the first time in all these years of coming to the Northern Wasteland, Sam was worried about the safety of a lord, which was unimaginable before.

Looking at the rising sun, Sam didn't feel the slightest warmth.

He slowly turned his gaze to the direction of the lord's castle, feeling an indescribable discomfort, "In the future, I will never meet a benevolent lord like Baron Sean......"

However, sadness is only temporary, and compared to one's own life, it is the most important thing.

After breakfast, Sam was going to repeat the boring and hard days he had before.

In the morning, I went to the wheat field to weed, came back for lunch, and then rested for a while, and then I had to prepare several carts of hay, and then I went to the government hall to register, borrowed an ox cart, and transported the hay to the lord's stable.

Hey, I hope everything is okay in the castle, otherwise the new noble lord will come, and who knows what kind of hellish days will be in the future.

Sam's wheat field is not far from his cabin, a maximum of ten minutes' walk.

He carried the scarecrow that had been tied the previous afternoon, and the worn-out hoe, which had been sharpened and could no longer be dulled, to the edge of his wheat field.

Near Sam's wheat field, there is a thick mangrove forest that is often infested with wild animals, and a secret tree hole that only he knows about.

In the past few years, he has secretly obtained a lot of prey next to that secret tree hole.

Standing on the shore of the wheat field, Sam looked at his vibrant wheat field, and a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Although this year's harvest is not good, next year will definitely be a good harvest. ”

Soon after the winter wheat is planted, the fields are already full of green seedlings, and it is necessary to take care of them, to repair the fences, so that the cattle and wild beasts do not come to steal the seedlings, and to place the scarecrows and drive them out so that they do not come to harm the wheat fields.

As long as the wheat seedlings are well cared for, there will be a good harvest in the summer next year, and even if he pays 50 percent of the annual tax to the lord and 10 percent of the church's religious tax, he will be able to leave a lot of high-quality wheat.

When the time comes, take these high-quality wheat, and then go to the castle to exchange for coarse oats and rye, and it is estimated that you can exchange a lot of them.

If there was still plenty of wheat, he would ferment and grind it to make maltose, and I heard that a small jar of maltose could be exchanged for a lot of things and copper coins with passing caravans.

Although it is early in the morning, the sun is getting bigger.

But winters in the northern wastelands are much colder than in other places.

As far as the eye could see, the entire field was covered with frost, and even the ground under his feet was frozen and condensed.

Still, weeds in the wheat field need to be removed.

Sam was hoeing grass in the wheat field when he suddenly heard the barking of hounds and the sound of horses' hooves running from beyond the border line in the distance.

He wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and looked up at the defensive line.

It didn't take long for the heavily armed Knight Captain Maurice, with several apprentice knights, who were also also fully armed, leading a few hounds, hurried past his wheat field and headed for the border defense line at the other end.

"Captain Maurice is still here, and the knights are all safe and sound, didn't the thieves attack the castle last night?

Thinking of this, Sam's mood was a little excited, and more joyful.

Looking at the majestic and majestic Knight Captain Maurice passing by, he tried hard for a long time, trying to muster up the courage to ask, but finally he was timid under the murderous solemn expressions of the knights.

Lord Morris is the chief knight of Black Hawk Town, and he is the most powerful person in the most powerful position except for the lord.

Thinking that serfs of such a lowly status as they dare to take the initiative to ask the proud and brave knight chief?

Watching the Maurice Knights gradually move away, Sam sighed self-deprecatingly and continued to pick up the hoe.

Although he was a lowly serf, he still had basic common sense.

Chief Maurice is the loyal guardian of the lord, and as long as the knights are safe and sound, it means that the lord is okay.

Thinking that the benevolent Baron Sean was still alive, Sam's mood suddenly became much more cheerful.

Before you know it, the church bells in the town center square are ringing again.

Poop!

It's time for the afternoon prayer.

After Sam finished his afternoon prayers, he took his hoe and went home.

After a busy morning, hungry and thirsty, I had to hurry back for a sour beer, and then eat a few pieces of black bread, and in the afternoon I had to deliver fodder for the castle and the horse farm, and if the fodder was not delivered in time, it would arouse the wrath of the magistrate.

You must know that Joseph, who was in charge of transporting forage before, casually made some rotten forage because he was lazy and slippery, and directly ate the knights' war horses and diarrhea.

For this, Joseph was flogged and transferred to the border to build a defensive line.

So, he didn't want to lose this easy job.

Sam had only recently accepted forage delivery from the territory, and he had to pay three days a week for labor taxes to build the frontier for free.

Building a border line is an extremely hard and injury-prone task.

Every day, the stones were constantly moved, and then the soil had to be picked up and mixed, and finally the heavy stones had to be piled up layer by layer on the parapet wall of the defense line with the help of manpower.

The edge of the sharp stone can easily cut the flesh, even if the arms are tied with thick boar skin, because it will break in a few days, and sometimes, if you are not careful, it is easy to fall or hurt your hands and feet.

Remembering that when he used to build the defensive line, every day when no part of his hands was intact, Sam couldn't help but shudder, and at the same time, he was more grateful to the benevolent Baron Sean in his heart.

He clearly remembered that one afternoon five days ago, Baron Sean was riding his horse to patrol the territory and the defensive line, and at that time everyone was lazy and slippery, grinding and grinding when doing things, and picking up small stones.

He braved the cold wind, carried the largest and heaviest stones, and worked hard, all of which was watched by Baron Sean and the overseer.

So, it didn't take long for him to be transferred out of the defensive line, and then the labor tax for three days a week was changed to be in charge of the forage delivery of the territory, which was an incomparably easier errand than building a defensive line.

Originally, he thought that he was temporarily replacing Joseph for a day, but five full days passed, and the overseer told him with a smile yesterday that it was the order of the lord himself to transfer him to transport forage, and you must know that like those arrogant and indifferent nobles, they never pay attention to these trivial things, let alone care about the hard work and life of these lowly serfs.

Every time I think of this, Sam's heart is filled with gratitude, gratitude for the benevolent Baron Sean.

Back in his shabby cabin, Sam poured a glass of sour beer, took out a few pieces of hard black bread, and baked them slowly by the stove, which would make it a little softer.

As he picked up the bread and was about to put it in his mouth, he suddenly heard footsteps outside the house.

"Sam! Is Sam at home?"

"I'm at home!"

When Sam heard the voice, he hurried out to greet him, for he could tell from the voice that it was Mr. Jones, who was working in the government hall.

Jones looked at Sam, who was filthy, and frowned: "Your Excellency has an order, all of you will be off this afternoon, and after lunch, everyone will go to the town center square to attend the commendation meeting." ”

"Commendation meeting?"

Sam was stunned for a moment, after so many years, it was the first time he had seen a lord hold a commendation meeting, and he couldn't help but ask curiously: "Lord Jones, has something big happened in our territory?"

In the face of this lowly serf, although Jones was a little impatient, he still said proudly: "Last night the fanged thieves attacked the castle, under the wise leadership of the lord, the thieves were all annihilated, in order to reward the warriors who fought bravely last night, so the lord will hold a commendation meeting, remember to be there in advance to greet the lord......"

After saying that, Jones looked at his filthy appearance again, frowned and reminded, "Remember to clean yourself up, lest the lord be affected by your unlucky ghostly appearance." ”

"Okay, okay, I'll clean myself up, don't worry, Lord Jones. ”

Looking at his departing back, Sam's eyes lit up, and he said to himself excitedly: "The thieves failed, haha, the thieves finally failed this time, the great Baron Sean annihilated the thieves, great, it's amazing......"