The season of winds is a season of joy.

The lord always puts the three most important events in the harvest season, the wind season patrol, the harvest celebration, and the hunting party.

Every year during the windy season, the lord will gather his knights and subordinates, bring their relatives and friends, set up eagles and dogs, hunt fierce beasts in the territory, cultivate the courage and wisdom of the younger generations, show off their strength, and fully enjoy this annual entertainment.

After the lord's hunt is over, it is time for the lords to revel.

Under the organization of the village chief, all the active villagers, whether men, women and children, would rush out of the village. The strong men took up bows, arrows, and spears to hunt the more docile animals, while the women and children were busy gathering nuts and wild vegetables, and then carrying them to their homes in baskets. As for those particularly powerful beasts, don't worry, the lord has already cleaned them up, and the slightly ferocious wild boars are also the prey of the men. During this time, as long as some game meat was symbolically handed over as an offering, and the vast majority of the harvest was owned by the people themselves, how could the men do it without a little effort?

It is a tradition for thousands of years that the lord will give wild resources to his lords during the windy season to help them survive the cold water season. It is precisely for this reason that the people of the territory will keep a close eye on the wild resources around the village, guard against wandering monsters, and are particularly hostile to the homeless people who poach and poach, and even call them bandits. However, the impoverished and destitute lords of the Broken Lords and the Pioneer Lords are not so generous, every chestnut is good to them, and if there is such a master, the lords can only consider themselves unlucky.

Randall is a pioneer leader, and last year, the lord also received all kinds of nuts and game in the warehouse, but this year the situation is different.

The village chief publicly announced that 8 percent of the collection and harvest this year can be retained by the families of the people, 6 percent by the families who built houses, 3 percent by the families who kept their own land, and 20 percent by the families of displaced employees. As a result, all the families happily plunged into the collection activities.

Randall Territory is indeed a Pioneer Leader, and the Lord Lords have never organized a hunting party, but no one will worry about their safety. Here, there are no wild beasts, no monsters, not even wild boars, and even children as young as seven or eight years old can experience the joy of gathering game. They were in groups of three or five, carrying small baskets, searching for nuts and mushrooms in the woods, and if they found a gopher storeroom, a shovel would go down, and hazelnuts, chestnuts, pine cones, hemp shells, and many unnamed nuts would flow out, filling their small baskets to the brim, and the fat gophers would certainly not be able to escape. As long as they heard the cheers of the children, the women and the old people knew that the little ones had another harvest, but they did not have the time to help, and the wealth of the mountains and fields could not be picked up, the inedible acorns could be extracted for oil, and the pigs could be fed, the red sea buckthorn fruit was sweet and sour, and many seemingly useless plants were valuable spices, and the liver mushrooms, which were known as mountain treasures, and all kinds of herbs. In the past, these things would have been destroyed by wild boars, but now, these riches are everywhere and at their fingertips, waiting for them to pick. The men in charge of the hunt were a different story, hares, ground lizards, and even fat badgers were not their targets, and the rare yellow sheep short-tailed deer filled the void of wild boars, which were easier to deal with than wild boars and were much more valuable. The men couldn't remember how long it had been since they had enjoyed the hunt, and they wanted to run further, but the village chief wouldn't allow it.

No one dared to challenge the authority of the village chief.

Although most families can only keep 20% of the harvest, they are vagrant hired laborers after all, and it is already an extra favor for the lord to allow them to gather and hunt. What's more, the hunting area of ordinary villages is only 300 square kilometers, and here is a full 400 square kilometers, no matter how far it is, it is not impossible, but the products in this area have already kept everyone busy, and even the harvest of 20% makes them overjoyed.

Laughter wafted through the fields of Randall's Lord, among them praise for the Lord of Radiance and gratitude for the Lord of Radiance. Before they knew it, they had made themselves the lords of the land.

In fact, Randall does not have a subject yet, only vassals and outcasts here. The children of the homeless families reveled in the fields, and the children of the vassal families would not play such a boring trick.

On the north side of Pinghu Town, there is a large open space, the ground is paved with smooth green bricks, and here twenty teenagers are engaged in a game called handball, they are dressed in well-fitting leather armor, divided into two groups, each occupying one side, eyeing each other, and gearing up.

"Harrion, you're going to lose this time!" shouted a tall young man.

"Hanmo, let's talk big again if we win!"

The boy named Harrion rolled his eyes in disdain, tilted his head to the left, and smiled smugly at the girls watching the battle, as if he had won the battle. Hanmo was furious, he didn't want to lose to this arrogant guy in front of the girl, taking advantage of the other party's distraction, he firmly nailed his feet to the ground, his arms straightened, like a giant bow, and threw the ball in his hand.

With a whew, the ball crossed a distance of more than 40 meters and flew directly towards the opponent's field. The ball flew high and fast, and Harrien's face changed suddenly, and he could only watch it fall towards his backfield, where there were only two defenders, and the opponent's four forwards had already crossed them waiting to receive the ball.

The striker of the Hanmo side quickly ran towards the enemy's gate, and the captain served with a barberry secret form, which was surprisingly powerful, and with the weight of the ball itself, no one wanted to intercept it halfway, but only waited for it to fall on its own, with this tactic, they were already invincible.

Seeing that the ball was about to fall into the hands of Hanmo's side, a figure jumped high, like a spirit monkey, turned his head in the air, hugged the ball into his arms, and then jumped continuously after landing, dissolving the force carried on the ball.

"Martin, well done!"

Harrion applauded loudly, and Hanmo shook his head convincingly, this kind of ball is sewn with cowhide, filled with black beans, full of weight, thrown with his strength, even if the opponent intercepts successfully, it will be knocked to the ground, and his striker can immediately snatch the ball, but Martin this guy easily defuses his attack with the spirit monkey secret form.

Although the Spirit Monkey Secret Form is easier to get started than the Barberry Secret Form, it is necessary to practice to the level of Martin. The girls watching the game applauded Martin, and Hammer gave him a thumbs up.

The game continued, the teenagers on the field came and went, and various tactical cooperation was constantly staged, including a wonderful individual show. The girls cheered for this side for a while, and then cheered for that side, pushing the game to a climax, especially when the prettiest girl cheered loudly, the teenagers showed even more hard work.

Elsa felt a little proud in her heart, most of these teenagers and girls were adopted sons and daughters of vassal families, and she herself was the same. Her adoptive father is Lord Nelson's right-hand man, and her brother is Lord Monkey, the sheriff of Randall's domain. No, it's called Munch now, that's the name the lord himself chose for his brother. With such an identity background, coupled with excellent looks and a talent for reading words and feelings, Elsa quickly established herself among female companions and became the object of competition among boys.

In fact, Elsa doesn't like handball at all, she prefers to be taught by Lady Alina in Silvermoon Manor, and it is her dream to become an elegant and confident maid. Unfortunately, Lady Alina was too busy entertaining the guests to train them, so Elsa accompanied her companions to hold a handball match.

Even if she doesn't like it, Elsa won't show it, she's very clever.

"Bang!"

The handball slammed into the field, and a little girl immediately ran out of Elsa's side and picked it up from the ground.

The girls hula and cheered around, comforting the little girl and reaching out to touch her little face.

"Bell, are you alright?"

"Bell, are you scared?"

"Bale, it's heavy, give it to me. ”

Almost hit me, okay?? Elsa couldn't help but roll her eyes.

The little girl's name was Bertina. Although the name resembles a nobleman, she is actually an orphan, and she is mute, and her appearance is very ordinary. Still, everyone loved Bell, even though she'd only been here for a few days.

Elsa clearly remembers that Bertina hid behind Lady Alina, timidly peeking at their little appearance, and that curious and clear eyes made Elsa immediately like this little girl, as if she were her own sister. In just one day, Bertina became everyone's darling, and even the fiercest hound in Silvermoon Manor would shake his head and tail at her. But for some reason, Mrs. Alina, who took special care of Bell, never let her take a reading class, and strictly forbade anyone to teach her to write secretly. This may be because Bell was born with a disability that prevented him from being a noble lady-in-waiting. However, instead of despising Bill, the big guy pitied her even more.

"Did you hit Bell?"

The boys stopped the game and ran over. Elsa thrust her waist and shouted, "I almost hit Bell! Can't you be careful?"

"Elsa, it's our bad ...... It's all Harrien's fault, take the ball and get rid of it!" Han Mo threw the pot to his opponent with a shy face.

"I ...... You ......" Harrion pointed to his nose and then to Hammer's face.

Elsa rolled her eyes and said, "Alright, alright." Stop pointing fingers at each other. This is the end of the game. ”

"Then what are we going to do? there are big people coming today, we can't go to Silver Moon Manor, the elders have something to do, and there is no one at home. Hammer said.

"We can go and see the big guys' convoys. By the way, learn how a real acolyte travels. Elsa spoke her true thoughts.

Harrion hesitated and said, "It's not good. After all, our etiquette training is not yet complete. If we behave too rudely, it will disgrace the master. ”

"Who said we're going to meet the convoy? We can hide in the crowd and peek. Elsa thought for a moment and said, "I heard that the master's swift bird light horse will also serve as a guard of honor for the convoy. Don't you want to see it?"

"Good!" the Swift Bird Light Rider had an unparalleled attraction to the young girl, and they immediately agreed.