In the spring of another year, farmers all over Faustin are busy harvesting the grain planted in autumn and winter, and sprinkling spring wheat seeds in the fields.

Last year was a bumper year, and almost all the civilians in the country had a fat year.

Twelve years have passed since Charlotte's fall, and the gap between the two countries still exists, but it is not as sharp as it was in the first few years.

Civilians are easily satisfied, they can be fed, life does not need to get better and better, as long as there is hope, this is enough.

With a heavy iron plough on his back, Old Blue beckoned his son and daughter-in-law to work in the fields.

Although one leg is not good, Old Blue is not much worse than the young man in his work.

After a busy morning of farm work, Old Blue sat on the dirt bag in his field and nibbled on the chestnut cake that his wife had prepared for them yesterday.

The chestnut cake is very hard and needs to be soaked in water to swallow, and Old Blue still eats it with relish.

Old Blue has no dissatisfaction with his current life.

When he was young, for the sake of his family's livelihood, Old Blue answered the baron's call and joined the army.

The war was finally won, and Old Blue was also lame.

It was stabbed by a Charlotte soldier with a spear, and Old Blue used his sword to kill the soldier.

This matter was bragged about by Old Blue for ten years, and it was by virtue of the private waist card of that Charlotte soldier that Old Blue received this fertile field covering an area of three acres from the baron.

Three acres of fertile land, plus the original two acres of their own family, a total of five acres of land to feed a family, is barely enough.

Not to mention that Old Blue also has a considerable amount of alimony.

The year before last, the son only got a wife, and last year the daughter-in-law gave birth to a big fat boy, and Lao Blue liked his grandson who was only born for a year.

This is the only incense in his old Blue house.

Thinking of finishing the farm work quickly and going back to tease his grandson, Old Blue finished eating the cake in his hand in two bites, stood up and continued to wave the iron plow.

"Dad, I want to go to the town and sell some of the wheat we have gathered. Son Keane said, swallowing the food in his mouth.

"Half of the wheat is to be handed over to the baron, and half is the fine grain for this year's feast, where is the surplus?" said old Bru, waving the iron plow.

"Ruby hasn't had any new clothes since the end of last year, and I'm going to pull two feet of cloth for her. Keane said stiffly.

Old Blue stopped swinging the iron plough and looked at the son who was standing before him.

Keane is twenty years old and is already a solo adult in other families, but in this family, old Blue has the final say.

Because of the bloody nature of having been on the battlefield and killing people, Lao Blue is an existence that no one dares to provoke in the village, let alone at home.

Keane may have held this sentence in his heart for a long time, and after opening the conversation clip, he said with the momentum of old Blue that his wife Ruby worked so hard, and he should do something for Ruby.

"In that case, our family will not be able to eat a bite of bread until this autumn, have you thought about it?" said Old Blue, leaning on the iron plow.

He didn't seem to be so difficult to talk to, and the old guys who came back from joining the army with him knew that Old Blue was a gentle man in the barracks.

"I don't care. Keane said with his chest held out.

Next to him, Ruby pulled Larkee's arm and told him to say less.

Ruby doesn't care about new clothes or anything, and is very satisfied with a peaceful life with her husband and children, a simple and hardworking peasant girl.

Keane did this just because of his pride, and he felt that he owed Ruby.

Old Blue turned around and glanced at his daughter-in-law, who had dark yellow skin, a thin body, and a linen towel wrapped around her head, like most of the women in the village.

His daughter-in-law was married by old Blue from a neighboring village with the silver delle that the baron had given him as a dowry after the war.

Ruby's father died on the battlefield at an early age, and her mother had died a few years earlier, and the money was divided between her aunts and uncles, and she married into the old Blue family.

For Ruby, this home is her real home, and her son and husband are her everything.

Thinking that after this daughter-in-law got married, it seemed that she hadn't even added a piece of jewelry, and Lao Blue fell silent.

"You can't sell all the wheat, you have to leave a bite for the children to eat. Without thinking for long, Old Blue nodded in agreement.

"Okay!" said Keane with a smile on his face.

The one-year-old child does not eat much, and according to Old Blue's previous idea, he tried to feed the child a bowl of wheat porridge a day, but now it seems that he can only feed it once every two or three days.

There were not many wheat seeds planted last winter, and it is certainly not enough to rely on the wheat harvest alone for half a year's food, and other grains that can fill the stomach must also be planted.

Half of the wheat was handed over to the baron, and part was left for the children to drink porridge, and it was impossible to pull two feet of fine cloth for the rest, but it was still possible to make ordinary flower cloth.

"Sell that iron sword at home, go to your Uncle Robbins in town, and make a silver ring for Ruby. Old Blue then said.

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"I don't think it's possible to fight this battle again, you can only rust if you keep it, so let's sell it!" Old Blue didn't answer his son's words, and continued to deal with the farmland under his feet.

Not long after the winter snow melted, the ground was still very hard, and Lao Blue had only been doing it for a while, and he was sweating half of his body.

Seeing that his father didn't plan to continue talking, Keane didn't ask anymore about what Old Blue decided, and no one in this family could disobey him.

After taking the kettle handed by his wife, the hot water that was brought out of the house was boiling hot, and now there was only a little residual warmth.

With a little sip and a throat that was dry from swallowing chestnut cakes, Keane walked over to Old Blue and went on with their unfinished farm work.

The town of Shaka is a small town in the northern province of Tyre in the eastern part of the kingdom of Faustin.

With more than 2,000 townspeople and six villages around it, the town is alive every day.

It's a new day, and every family is getting busy, and the streets and alleys of the town are full of shouts of selling things.

The men who went to work outside the town walked out in groups of threes and twos, while the women sat on both sides of the street, sewing clothes and selling some handicrafts.

The life of the townspeople is much better than that of the villages, so it is no wonder that so many people in the village want to live in the town, and the residents of the town are looking forward to living in the city under the rule of the baron.

This is the hope of the vast majority of civilians in this land.

"Hey, Keane, why did you come to town?" asked a strong man with beast fur and a longbow on his back, seeing Keane who had just entered the city.

"Big White, I'm here to buy something in town. Keane said with a smile.

White is a hunter, his father and Keane's father Old Blue were comrades-in-arms many years ago, the two families are in the town, the other is in the village, they are far apart and rarely have contact, but they must say hello when they meet, Old Blue and White's father have a good relationship.

"Yes. Seeing Keane carrying a large bag, White knew roughly what was going on.

Not long after the harvest of the season, many farmers grind the wheat and bring it to the town to sell.

"I'm out of town in the woods, see you later!" White said, waving his hand.

"See you later!" Keane said goodbye as well.

Walking in Shaka Town, there are still many people who know Keane and greet him along the way.

It's all thanks to his father, who had been on the battlefield, the young man who had followed the baron back from the battlefield, the one hundred and ten.

The older generation knows it all.

First went to the town tax collector and handed over the grain due for the first half of this year, Keane carried a bag that weighed only one-third of the original weight to a grocery store in the town that collected grain.

"Two hundred and ten coppers, little Keane put it away!" the owner of the grocery store was a thin old man with his hair falling out and wearing a knitted hat.

"Uncle Cook, you gave ten more. Keane nodded at the handful of copper deller in his hand and said in surprise.

"I don't give more, you can take it. The old man smiled, squeezed out a few gaps in his thin cheeks, and said with a smile, "What about the old fellow, how are you doing?"

"It's very good, wait for this year's Oktoberfest, you two old people have a good time catching up. Keane said as he thanked him.

Ten copper dellers are not much, but it is also the old man Cook who takes almost three days to make a profit.

After saying goodbye to the grocery store owner, Keane went to the town's blacksmith shop.

Hua Bu was not in a hurry, he could buy it at any time with this money, and Kean had to go and sell the iron sword hidden in the grain bag first.

Since the end of the war, Faustin has strictly banned iron instruments year by year, especially after the new king succeeded to the throne last year, that is, to buy a kitchen knife and make an iron plow, which must be registered in the town.

Only those adventurers who are adrift and uncertain will usually carry a weapon with them.

"Bell, bell!" came from the blacksmith's shop.

The temperature in early spring was still a little cold, but when I walked closer to the blacksmith's shop, a wave of heat came out of the blacksmith's shop.

Loosening the thick linen cloth he had worn on his body, Keane walked into the blacksmith's shop.

"Uncle Robbins!" shouted at the blacksmith.

The beating of "Bell!" gradually stopped, and a big man with dark muscles walked out of it.

"It's Keane, what's the matter?" the big man took a gray rag from the door frame hook and wiped the sweat and ashes from his body.

"Uncle Robbins, how much do you think this sword is worth?" Keane pulled out an iron sword from the grain bag.

Although there are many gaps in the blade, the overall sword is still sharp, and the sword body is clean and glowing with cold light.

"Old Blue's sword?" Robbins raised his eyes slightly, and with just one glance, he recognized the sword.

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