Chapter Eighty-Five: Territory

When my father rode his horse to his estate, the fields had just become calm. ()

A group of rebellious lord soldiers have been arrested, and there are various theories about the conflict, but there is a consensus that the source of the conflict is not a big deal. The only debate at the moment is who will do it first.

During the conflict, the Third Legion imposed martial law on the riverbank, and the soldiers searched the manors belonging to the lords along the riverbank, and if they found any wounded, they would immediately take them away. The men were taken by soldiers to several farms on the edge of the city of Dehrim, where they were sentenced to prison terms ranging from a few months to several years.

This is my father's new estate, but I have no affection for my father here, although a document states that the ownership of the land will be bound to my father, not just for seventy years, but forever.

The oath on the document now pales in comparison, and the document once indicated to the lords that the land would be theirs forever and governed only by their own will. But now, the land has changed owners in a matter of weeks, and the original lords are living a precarious life, and a single junior officer can bring ruin to a lord's family.

The lord's manor now looks lifeless, and the people have not yet recovered from the blow.

In fact, it was not only the lords who were attacked, but also those who did not accept the land that Sdelant had said before, such as the officers of the Frost Castle, were also immediately censored. The men were suspected of having ties to the Paravonists and were severely reprimanded. The land that had been given to these people was allocated to other officers, and now they had no chance to accept it even if they wanted to.

General Wright paid a terrible price in this onslaught. When given the task of clearing the lord's house, Wright repeatedly objected. This made the Legion Commander very angry, and threatened to reduce the quota of soldiers in Wright's army.

After the situation at Frost Castle stabilized, the importance of Wright's retainers had begun to decline. Now that more soldiers from the vicinity of Frost Castle have begun to be recruited, the Eastern Army officers no longer need to have an agent between them and the Frost Castle people. They were able to recruit the Swadians of the Northlands directly.

Wright's overall situation is now going downhill, and with the current disobedience this time, Wright's future prospects will be greatly reduced. As for the father, because he has been following Emperor Fiderick as a nobleman, and his father did not appear to have any dissenting intentions when allocating land, and a series of pioneer members have a good impression of his father--- but the reason for this may be that his father can't remember clearly--- all kinds of things have put his father in a stable position in the internal reorganization of the Eastern Army.

Due to the cessation of military operations, my father was going to inspect his estate.

It is said that some officers have moved their people to new estates, and some officers of noble status are also looking for opportunities to bring their relatives from --- west, although there is little hope.

More than ten miles south of Dehrim City will lead to the Highland River, from which there is a road running parallel to the river. The avenues are smooth and wide, and the sections close to the towns have been renovated with dense masonry, while the roads in the rural parts are dilapidated. In the past, officials in Dehrim had to repair the roads regularly, because it was directly related to the transportation of food and other commodities, and the quality of the roads was also related to the future of the officials. However, the wars of recent years have made this kind of maintenance an empty talk, so when you move along the road, you can clearly feel the feeling of desolation.

The road surface is often dilapidated, the lower loess has turned over the masonry of the ground, there is occasionally a burned forest or an abandoned watchtower on the side of the road, the bright sunlight reflected in the pond, and the insects chirped and buzzed in the wind of the four fields.

The road to the territory was not an end for his father, and he could not plan to stay in the territory for the rest of his life like his grandfather. He has a lot to worry about now, he is not alone and can easily integrate into the new life, he has his own family, he has his own hometown.

Those things were very annoying to my father, and he didn't know when this life would end. He hoped that the emperor would use troops sooner, and once he occupied the Suno region, his situation would be better. In my father's heart, home will always be the White Pigeon Valley, as long as it is still in the wind and rain, my father will have the feeling of living in a leaky house no matter where he lives.

But now, because Dehrim had greatly increased the number of Fiderew's people, and there were all sorts of conflicts of interest involved: the pioneers opposed the lords, the civilian officers despised the nobles and civil officials, the townspeople accused the peasants of being a poor snarler, and the peasants complained of heavy taxes and servitude.

All of this makes it impossible to use troops quickly.

This is also a helpless move, Fidel cannot be taken lightly, and must be steady to achieve victory, this is a policy agreed by everyone. Having said that, my father was still a little impatient to enter Suno quickly, and every minute and second was a kind of torture for my father.

In fact, there are many people who have similar views to their father, and they all want to enter the richest plains of the empire as soon as possible. Countless riches and opportunities await there. Didn't the poet say that? Compared to Suno, Dehrim is a small village; Compared to Palaubun, Suno is not even a small village.

The further west you go, the richer the land becomes, the densely populated towns are dotted with cities, the wheat fields and orchards are endless, the roosters and dogs bark endlessly, and the blonde hair of beautiful women is like the waves of rice in the moonlight, and living there is endless sweetness and milky fragrance.

In the west, there are all kinds of good things. But for my father, the meaning of the west was simpler--- there was a family.

Now his father could do nothing but go to his small territory and take over a piece of land that did not seem so attractive to him.

The sun was shining, and my father began to sweat after walking on the horse for a while, and he took off his helmet and hung it on the saddle. Then he unfastened the belt that held the hood and exposed his entire head. A cool sensation came from the air around him, and my father felt his vision of the fields become extremely wide.

Wildflowers are like stars, and wildfields are like dreams.

The scene here may have been seen in Suno as well. However, although the surroundings look very beautiful and full of vitality, after all, it is not as beautiful as Suno's paradise.

A group of horsemen approached slowly, and when they saw their father's coat of arms and the officer's robe, they lifted their masks and saluted their father.

Father nodded in response.

"My lord, where are you going?" The cavalry captain left the cavalry ranks, in reverse parallel to his father.

"Oh, I'm going to go to my own territory, on the other side of the river, and look at the signposts and say that you will be there after crossing a stone bridge."

The cavalryman smiled, and then said sincerely, "My lord, we just came from downstream. Your territory should be the manor on the right bank, but you should come with us, the stone bridge was demolished by the mob a few days ago, and now no one can cross it. We have rafts upstream that can take you over first. Of course, if you continue to cross the river, there is a bridge more than twenty miles downstream, but you can't cross the river from there to reach the territory before dark. ”

The father squinted ahead, looked back at the slowly marching procession, and accepted the cavalryman's invitation with a smile.

After traveling more than ten miles, my father saw the small raft that the cavalry captain had mentioned. The father said that he was glad of the cavalry captain's help, and that he hoped that the captain would come and see him on the territory if he had time.

The captain happily agreed, and being able to establish a friendship with an officer was a precious opportunity for such a junior non-commissioned officer. Before leaving, the captain asked his father if there was anything he could do.

Father thought for a moment and said, "Please go to Dehrim and find the 3rd Regiment and tell a non-commissioned officer named Sam to delay coming here for a few days." Stay a few more days and buy some farming tools and livestock, and if there are tenant farmers, hire a few more. In short, be well prepared. Also, let Sam entertain you and your soldiers with a meal, and don't shirk. ”

"Yes, sir," the cavalry captain licked his lips before turning to the soldiers around him, "Thank you, Commander Arcadio, for your kindness." ”

Several soldiers laughed and reined in their horses' heads and cheered.

Under the watchful eye of these men, the father got on a raft and crossed the Highland River. Then he waited for more than ten minutes and pulled his own war horse from another raft. The father waved goodbye, and then took the reins, and went down the river to his estate.

The four remaining servants in the manor knew that the new master would return today and were getting ready. They were helped by several of their father's personal soldiers--- You and a few soldiers had already moved into the manor in advance.

When my father came to the entrance of the manor, he saw a sign written by You, "This is not White Dove Valley, but the old man's surname is still Arcadio." ”

A soldier who was driving a carriage to familiarize himself with the nature of the carriage saw his father and shouted from afar. Soon after, several heads poked out of the warehouse and hut, and a crowd began to gather at the door to greet my father.

The manor was lush and green, and as my father walked by, a girl with a basket hurried by, one of the four servants. When he reached the gate of the manor, his father smiled dumbly, the girl was indeed one of the four servants, the four of them were a family, but the appearance was contrasting, the man was black and thin, and the woman was white and fat.

This contrast has made You and a few soldiers happy for a few days, and they will tease this honest family when they have nothing to do. "Did the man spill the ink, or did the woman fall into the flour?"

The manservant and his son were grooms, the old maid was a cook, and her daughter was a helper who brushed the bread with jam. The daughter should have been able to take care of the master's daily life skillfully like other maids, but the daughter of this family is very timid, and a little stupid, and she is always scolded for doing things, and in the end she can only help her mother.

Fortunately, my father was used to no one taking care of his daily life, unlike other noble children. On one occasion Lagrange was happy to say that he had finally learned to tie the cord of his vest, only to be met with the smiling gaze of a group of civilian officers and his father.

The father looked at his people, two grooms, a cook, a stupid maid, and six soldiers.

These men, as is customary when meeting their new masters, bow and say hello, "Your people greet you, Your Excellency. ”。

Following the guidance of the ceremonial officer, the father raised his right arm and solemnly declared: "I am your lord, and I wish to rule mercifully and justly, and may my rule be firm and permanent." ”

A hen purred out of the hall.

When she saw a group of people gathered together, not knowing what they were doing, the hen tilted her head and looked at them with one eye, but soon she lost interest, clucked and gouged the ground, and staggered away.