On the top of Wei Mountain, outside the City Lord's Mansion, there is a square that is not too small, and if people stand next to each other, it can accommodate four or five thousand people.

By the time Vincent reached the summit square, there were already about a thousand people gathered in the square, standing in piles in the drizzle, looking a little sparse.

Most of the people who come to the square are the heads of households or adult men, and there are only a few women.

On the side of the square near the gate of the Lord's Palace, there was a tall stone platform, on which stood a dozen men dressed as warriors, including Zoranama, who was in charge of Vincent.

"Your Excellency the Baron has arrived!" someone shouted in a long voice.

The crowd immediately stopped the commotion, and everyone turned their heads to look at the stone platform.

Vincent looked at the young man who was striding up the stone platform, and suddenly remembered, wasn't this the same person who asked the same question to every military household entering the city at the city gate?

He is his new master in the future?!

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am the Lord of Weishan, Baron Singing Horton. ”

The young man's opening sentence confirmed Vincent's thoughts.

All of them bowed deeply and respectfully, this is a man who can control their life and death, is their master.

What will he say?

Is it a ruthless announcement of new tax rates, or an order to begin repairing battle-damaged walls?

In a state of panic, the young baron spoke, and although the voice was not loud, it still reached the ears of every soldier.

"You are all military households, government soldiers with a glorious history, and it is precisely because of your hundreds of years of perseverance in the border counties that you have not allowed the barbarians to step into the Central Plains. The Battle of Pingjiangyuan, the Offensive and Defensive Battle of Huilongling, and the Battle of the Defense of Yinnan...... These great battles written into the military history of the kingdom, and these amazing miracles, are all created by you. ”

Hearing this, the soldiers who were mixed with surprise couldn't help but straighten their waists, and their expressions became solemn, these familiar names had been proudly told by their fathers and brothers over and over again since they were children. It's just that, in the end, fathers and brothers will always shed tears and always be silent.

Although they have fallen into the dust and no longer have the glory of the past, in their blood, there is still the blood of warriors, and when they hear these great martial arts created by their ancestors, their numb hearts will still be hot.

"Your current situation, I know very well, is unfair to you. "This is a betrayal of history, a trampling on glory." Although I am only a small baron, and I can only influence this small Weishan City, I will restore the real government military system here, in this small Weishan City. I will give you the dignity you deserve, and the duty you deserve!"

There was silence in the square, and the soldiers looked at each other, unable to react to what they had just heard.

"Every household will be given five acres of fertile land, and the crops produced in the field shall belong to you, but every household shall have a male to train in the slack and serve as a soldier in the war. If there are many males in the family, they can also be given more land, but these extra fields need to be paid 30% of the output as a tax. ”

The baron's words were like a boulder thrown into a pool of stagnant water, and a continuous stream of exclamations rang out in the square, and the soldiers exchanged words with incredible eyes and voices.

"Vincent, am I too old to have auditory hallucinations? Does Lord Baron mean that there is no tax to be paid within five acres, and only thirty percent is paid beyond five acres?" asked Father Stiller, grabbing Vincent's arm and glaring at him.

"Yes...... Yes, it should be said like this. Vincent was also a little skeptical of his hearing.

"Ahem, ahem!" Sieif couldn't say a word, just coughed continuously, and his face turned red.

"Everyone, be quiet!" shouted a sturdy and rugged man on the stone platform.

The discussion of the military households slowly quieted down, but they all looked eagerly at the young figure on the stone platform, their eyes were full of anticipation, which was completely different from the previous Mu Ran.

"In addition, Weishan City will also establish a standing army, which will be completely out of production and only engaged in training and combat, which will be an elite army. Anyone can sign up, and once selected, in addition to food and lodging, they will also receive a salary of three Silver Eagles per month. ”

The baron's words provoked an even stronger reaction.

"The main god is above, three silver eagles, and the head of the viscount family can only earn this amount. ”

"Hebron, your second boy can give it a try, he was able to lift a two-hundred-pound stone manger last year. ”

"Your Excellency...... You can't lie to us, right?"

"Is this necessary?"

"Everyone, be quiet!" the sturdy and rugged man on the stone platform came out again and shouted loudly.

This time, the eyes of the soldiers were brighter, and everyone stretched their necks, staring at the smiling young figure on the stage.

"Also, we need a large number of craftsmen, blacksmiths, stonemasons, carpenters, plasterers, sewers...... Even if you're just particularly good at cooking, you're in the ranks of the drafts. Anyone who has skills can register at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion tomorrow, and once hired, they can also get a reward of three silver eagles a month. ”

This time, the square was once again swept away by the excitement of discussion.

"Sieriv, your stonemasonry skills will come in handy. Vincent reminded.

"But can I still hold a stone hammer with my bones?" said Sieriv, with a helpless expression.

"You should try it, even if you can't do particularly heavy physical work, you have experience after all. I remember that the stable you built was the most sturdy and beautiful. Daddy Stiller encouraged.

"Yes...... "Sierif's eyes began to brighten.

Finally, it was announced that women could also apply for craftsmen with special skills, and that they would be paid the same as men. This sentence of the baron caused the strongest sensation.

Vincent's eyes lit up suddenly, but they quietly dimmed.

That night, almost all the soldiers had trouble sleeping, and they spent long nights tossing and turning, fearing that tomorrow they would be told that everything they had heard yesterday was just a joke.

Early the next morning, the soldiers rushed to the hilltop square, and when they saw that the chief with the face of a bitter gourd gave them number plates according to the names registered yesterday, and told them to go out of the city to receive their land, they were finally sure that all this was true.

......

With Weishan City as the apex, the bank of the Wuding River suddenly turning a 90-degree bend is on both sides, forming a huge trumpet-shaped plain.

Here, the terrain is slightly higher, which is not affected by the flooding of the Wuding River, and it is very convenient for irrigation.

This was once the battlefield of the fierce battle between the golden griffin and the Southern Barbarian army.

Now, it's a hot scene, and it's so busy dividing the fields!

There is no distinction between good and bad fields, all of them are good fields, and you can pinch out oil by grabbing a handful of black and shiny soil.

Daddy Stiller slowly stirred a bit of dirt between his fingers, feeling its delicacy and fatness, he leaned his nose forward and took a deep breath, the deep wrinkles on his face unraveling one by one.

What a wonderful place!

Father Stiller looked at the black earth where the field had been bounded and the stake on which his name was written on it, as he looked at his favorite son, and did not speak for a long time.

On the black soil in front of him, it seems that green wheat seedlings have emerged, and in the blink of an eye, they have become a golden wheat field, the ears of wheat have been dried, and the wind blows, the wheat waves roll, and there is a pleasant rustle.

Today, I have to eat a full meal at noon, and in the afternoon I have the strength to start plowing the fields.

There is nothing to worry about, even if the little surplus grain left is eaten, the baron has already said that you can borrow grain from the city lord's mansion, as long as you have the harvest and pay it back.

In the field, I haven't seen it for a few days, and it has bloomed all kinds of flowers, hyacinths, ball lilies, wild alfalfa...... Rushing to open up with hunger and thirst, turning the field into a patch of embroidery.

Perhaps, it is precisely because of the arduous and long dry season that I feel the preciousness of every drop of rain, and these lowly wildflowers, give it a little spring, and they will be splendid.

Looking at everything in front of him, there seemed to be a small flower slowly blooming in Stiller's already dry heart, and infinite strength emerged from his old body.

......

On the hilltop square, the long queue finally took the turn of West Eive.

Inside the gate of the City Lord's Mansion was the registration and examination office of the craftsmen, in charge of the chief who had been the busiest in the past two days, with a cucumber face, and behind him, a pretty figure wrapped in a hooded robe, quietly, motionless.

"Write your name and the position you want to apply for. The bitter gourd-faced chief raised his head and asked.

"Sieriv, I'm a stonemason. Ahem!"

"There are already three stonemasons, tell me what special crafts you have. Your body is not very good!" The bitter gourd-faced chief looked Sieriv up and down, and said bluntly.

"Yes, I can't pick up the sledgehammer now. But I have presided over the construction of many kinds of buildings, mills, stables, kilns, and even arrow towers, and I know how to build them. When Sieriv said these words, his face was full of pride and pride, and he didn't even cough anymore.

"Oh, that's exactly what we need, you've been accepted, though, with a three-month probationary period. The bitter gourd-faced chief stamped his name with a "snap" and said, "Tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning, you will report to the City Lord's Mansion." ”

"Nine...... What time is nine o'clock, and how high is the sun?" said Sierif, who was delighted, but also troubled.

"From tomorrow, the bell tower of the City Lord's Mansion will ring the bell every hour, a few times in a few hours, you just pay attention to it. ”

"Yes! Tomorrow at nine o'clock. Sieriv gleefully bowed deeply to the bitter gourd face and was about to walk away, giving up his place to the man behind him.

"Wait. The bitter melon-faced chief suddenly called out to Sieriv, "Do you know that someone can write and count? We want to recruit a clerk, but so far, no one has signed up." ”

In this era, knowledge is firmly held by the church and the aristocracy, and it is a special skill that only the ruling class deserves, and more than ninety-five percent of the people are literate, so after a busy morning, there are more or less people who have applied for other posts, but there is no one who has applied for this clerk.

"I didn't ...... No, I know there's one person who can, but ...... She. Sierif's face changed.

"Who is she, and why can she write?" asked the bitter melon-faced officer.

"Sir, she's Randini, the wife of Vincent. She is the personal maid of the lord's youngest daughter, and has grown up with the lord's youngest daughter since she was a child. So, what the lord's daughter has learned, she has also learned. Sieriff explained.

"Bring her to me. The bitter melon-faced chief suddenly commanded loudly.

"She's sick. Sieriv said weakly.

"What disease, can it be cured?" asked the bitter-faced officer eagerly.

"Sir, it may be hard, she lost her daughter, so she was overly sad and insane. Sieriv shook his head and sighed.

"It's a madwoman!" said the bitter melon-faced officer sat back in disappointment.

"Crazy, take me to her. A voice as beautiful as a yellow warbler sounded from the side.

The young woman, whose face was hidden in her hood, suddenly stood up.