The peasants' faces were gloomy

It's rare to be so humiliated by a lord at a funeral, and there is a priest present

The bald priest's face was swollen and there was a huge lump on his nose, which made him look fierce, but compared to the Burke pastor, the pastor of the Eastern Church seemed a little less confident After all, as far as he was concerned, it was not easy to barely survive, and the Burkes might have to demolish the church of the Eastern Church and use it to become a western abbey

The priest walked over to the woman

The woman was slumped on the ground and weeping, her neck had several blood-red marks drawn, and another peasant woman was dipping a cloth in water, gently wiping the wound, and the baker's woman was caressing the coffin, telling everyone that her man wanted to eat a veal steak before he died, but she could not fulfill his husband's last wish

The surrounding farmers gathered around, as if they had become numb to all this

Who doesn't have a dead man?

The excess grain in the farmer's house has long been expropriated, and he can only borrow grain from the lord, as long as he starts to borrow grain from the lord, then this family is over, and the lord will change his tricks to exploit more things, and the farmers are just peanuts in the eyes of the lord, and what they have to do is to squeeze out all the oil in these peanuts, and in the end, the farmers have only two choices, either they choose to take refuge in the lord's house and become complete serfs, or they can only flee to a foreign land

It is said that if you go all the way upstream along the great river, you will be freed if you go to the Tiedun River valley

This saying spread quickly, many farmers in embarrassment, often choose to take risks, put on a small amount of food and livestock, quietly leave the manor, along the river upstream The farmers have made an appointment in advance, every few days to take a batch, and take the route that does not work, in this way, even if the lord catches a group of people, then other people can escape, after all, the power of the lord's family is limited, and it is impossible to patrol back and forth every day

There was also a group of people who fled into the forest and joined the resistance, some of whom were loyal to the lord's family in the past, some of whom were scattered soldiers, and of course, there may be a few nobles who insisted on resisting in it, but if they were not forced to do so, ordinary people would not choose to go to the forest, because once they entered, it would be equivalent to becoming. The rebels', if they are caught, will be put on the gallows, but those who flee to the Iron Shield River need not worry, because the most that escapes from the manor is a severe beating, and this is something that the peasants have become accustomed to, or have been stripped of all their possessions, and what has the peasants to lose?

I don't know why, so we followed the men towards the cemetery

I would have liked to see the inhabitants of this place, but now I am now most of the inhabitants lying in the cemetery, and the rest are about to enter the graves

"Will next year's farming be affected?" Giovanni asked a farmer

"It's not much better," the man shook his head, he wore a white turban and carried a bag of rusks behind his back, "the land has not been ploughed at all, the seeds are not good, and they have not been composted" He sniffed and said, "We used to have more than a thousand pigs in our two villages, raised in the woods, and the annual manure was just enough, but after the war, we only had more than two hundred pigs, and then we slaughtered some more, and there was nothing left."

Another farmer approached and said, "Yes, I haven't eaten pork in a long time, and we really don't have manure, so next year's harvest may have to plant the seeds back."

"We can only receive seeds, what are we going to do with the fields," said the farmer from earlier, frowning, "We might as well run to the town."

"I've heard," said a shepherd with a sack over his shoulder, "that we don't have to go that far upstream, just to the towns around East Lake, and the Burkes can be there for a year and a day before we can apply for citizenship."

The shepherd's sister-like man came over and punched him hard in the head, "Don't think about these crooked ways to raise your sheep all day long."

Another peasant woman also came up to us with a frightened tail, looked at us cautiously, and said to the peasants, "If you want to say anything, go back and say don't shout here, there are outsiders."

"Let's go" the young shepherd was punched, obviously unwilling, "let's go to town" he suddenly shouted

The women around them all showed frightened expressions, and even the men who had been actively discussing at first couldn't help but look around

"We don't want to stay here, in the past, when Lord Lepnin was here, we had a surplus of food every year, we could eat bread, we could drink wine, and every ten days, we could still eat white bread and pork, now?"

"When I used to herd sheep, the sheep would and fatten in whoever they wanted, but now, the hellish Stoll family told me to drive all the sheep into their territory, and if a sheep feces spilled on the road, they would beat me" The shepherd ripped open his sleeve, revealing his whip-marked arm, "You see this is what the steward beat me to stay"

An elderly farmer said, "You're a, have you ever collected compost pulled by pigs in the forest?" In the autumn, I pushed a cart and walked back and forth in the forest, and I followed the pigs wherever they went, but what I collected could not be sent to my own field. I was almost stung to death by a bee."

"You tried to steal the honey from the beehive, but you were bitten," one child pointed out loudly

The surrounding farmers laughed at once

"Bullshit," said the old farmer, "Bowman, your grandson's skin is itchy again, you should beat him up that time, apparently the lord's family wanted beeswax, it was the damn 'good Shura' who wanted to use those beeswax, hell, I don't even know what he's going to do with those things"

"I still have to mow the grass every day, last time a wild dog was a fox or something, as soon as it rushed up and asked me for a bite, **, the beast was also hungry in bad years, my finger was bitten and bloody that day I didn't cut a cart of hay and went back, but the damn housekeeper scolded me and slapped me, saying I was lazy"

"My rabbit was snatched away by the guards of 'Good Shura'"

The more the peasants talked, the more angry they became, and their wives and sisters saw that they could not stop them, so they stopped them from talking, but occasionally looked at us with some suspicion, not knowing what the origin of our two strangers was

I asked a farmer next to me, "Why do you call that guy 'good Shura'?" ”

The farmer looked at me, and then made a strange expression along with a few people around him

"So," said one of the peasants, "is it not a good couple for Young Master Alexander's father to be a squire, and his mother to the daughter of a ruined nobleman?" And then soon after these two men got married, they created Shurashula's physique, which was as tall as his father's, but his personality was as vicious as his mother, and no matter what happened to him, he was not allowed to be called bad, only that he was 'just Shura' or 'just Shura'"

"How can there be such stupid people?" I'm a little confused

"Isn't it?" The farmer laughed, "But he was called 'Good Shura' last year, and there were a few girls here, who came from the west, and those girls originally followed the soldiers, and then the soldiers dispersed, and they stayed to make a living, and one of them got along with Shura, Shura is a chick, and he doesn't understand anything, and he can withstand the teasing of this kind of woman, hehe?" ”

A woman blushed and scolded, asking these farmers not to say such things in front of their children, but I feel that these women are completely deceiving themselves, those gangster children know a lot of things, they don't teach others badly, it's good, and they point at others to teach them badly?

"And then?" Giovanni asked them

"Then Shura told the women to call him Good Shura," the farmers laughed suppressedly, "Shura's father is an old-fashioned fellow, and when he found out about this, he sent someone to grab the women's heads, and drove them away, and the woman was beaten, and begged for mercy all the way, so that 'Good Shura' could save her."

A farmer next to him leaned over and asked, "Did you say Shura slept with that girl?" ”

"No," said another, "in that case, the women would call him 'short sura,' or 'fine sura,' and how could they be called 'good sura.'" ”

"Not necessarily," said an old man, "maybe Shura won't work at all, and the women will think it's easy to make money, so they think he's good, so they call him 'Good Shura.'"

I suddenly remembered the soldiers in Valanson, who once said 'so fast, so fast', and I guess that is what they meant

I then glanced at Giovanni with some confusion, but Giovanni hated it and patted me on the back of the head, "What do you see?"

The peasants cursed the lord as they walked into the graveyard, where the people began to become quiet, and the atmosphere began to become a little dull, and even the most lively young men knew that it was not time to be clever and witty, and they all stood silently as the farmer watched as his baker lay in the coffin and be put into the mound

Some people said that when the baker was very wealthy, he used to stuff small iron beads into the bread, and if anyone ate the iron beads, he could ask him to change the bread; Some people also say that the baker used to be very fat, and he was happy, but he didn't expect that such a small coffin could fit him after he died; One boy remembered that the baker had promised to bake him a loaf of bread in the shape of a pig, but the war broke out and he never mentioned it, and he asked the baker's wife if she could make it happen

When people chat, they feel better, and they don't miss the baker, they miss the old days

The recorder of the lord's house came belatedly, and the lord's family took away the death and birth registers that belonged to the church, and in the future, the right to register births and deaths would be handled by the lord's family, and if a dead person was not registered in the death book, then his servitude and servitude would still exist, and his family would continue to be responsible for him; If a baby is not registered, then he cannot be baptized, and his family will be punished for it

The recorder approached, and the priest glared at him viciously, and then told him that the baker had died, and that he had died of starvation, and that he wanted the recorder to register the baker so that the dead could rest in peace

The recorder of the lord's house listened with drooping eyes, and at last he said, "The lord expresses his condolences to you, but at the same time, you must not forget your obligations to the lordThis man is dead, but his labor is not over, according to my investigation, he still owes the lord's family twelve carts of hay, and at the same time needs to bake forty baskets of bread and long bread for the lord's house, this man had borrowed a jar of lard and two pounds of oats from the lord's house before he died, A bag of wheat and thirteen jars of milk and goat's milk, who is the baker's house? ”

The baker's wife and several children came up crying

"Do you know about these debts?"

"I know," said the woman, wiping her tears, "but in the past the lord of the Lepnin family said that in such a thing he would be exempted from servitude in our family."

"Then go to Lepnin," said the recorder, "you owe the lord's house a bag of small silver beans, and you have to complete the labor before the end of the next spring, and the baker cannot register the death book before you pay off the debt, and his labor will be given as normal, that is, in addition to his arrears, in the spring, you will go to the lord's house to plow the land for eleven days, and help the lord's family."

Before the recorder could finish speaking, the surrounding farmers began to shout in dissatisfaction

"Don't you even let you die?"

"What kind of rule is this?"

"Hell you go tell the baker what are you doing bullying their orphans and widows"

The peasants gathered around, and you said loudly, and the recorder was not aware of the danger, but he still drooped his eyes, "What's the use of you telling me?" Why didn't you damn things take care of everything before you died, and am I happy to leave this mess behind? Go and tell the lord to go, yell at me."

But the surrounding farmers didn't listen to him at all, and still roared at him for an explanation

Finally, the pastor parted the crowd and motioned for everyone to be quiet

"Young man," said the priest after a moment's pause, "I didn't expect anything like this."

The pastor swallowed, "God took him away, took away his pain and lost his loved ones, and the grief is already enormous, so why should we let this grief spread?" I have been registering the death book for thirty years, and I have never heard of such a situation, perhaps the debt he left behind, but we will find a way to pay for him A dead man should not be assigned to labor, please write his name now, and let him rest in peace These are two different things, and should not be confused."

"He owes this money," the recorder pushed the priest away, "you old thing, who are you when you are?" Even if he is a dead man, if he does not pay off his debts, he will not be able to lie down in the ground and enjoy happiness in peace."

The priest said a few more words about the Lord's judgment later, and the recorder became so angry that he punched the aging priest and spat in his face

The peasants gathered around the recorder, clenched their fists, their teeth clenched

"Father, what are we going to do?" A farmer with blood-red eyes looked at the priest pleadingly, "Do you want to teach this guy a lesson?" ”

The surrounding farmers glared at the recorder

The baker's family was on the ground in a crying ball, and the priest lay on the ground, staggeringly turned around, walked to the coffin, and knelt down

He clasped his hands together and began to pray

The recorder thought he was cowardly, so he smiled harshly, laughing loudly at the farmers around him for being cowards, and told them to remember not to owe the lord's taxes in the future, otherwise they would not even be allowed to enter the cemetery

At this time, the pastor suddenly began to read the prayer, "You will also hear the rumors of war, and the Lord will teach you to fight with your fingers."

"Lord, have mercy on us and forgive our sins in advance, and all that we do is for your glory and for your sake"

"The Lord forgives you for all that you have done," the priest's throat clicked, "God will direct your hands, God will command your throats, God will tell you what to do next in your ears God will leave a voice in your heart, obey Him to destroy the cruelty"

"The Lord Forgive You"

The farmers hesitated, wondering if what the priest was saying was an order

"Eradication of Brutality"

Giovanni and I watched the situation take a turn for the worse, and we didn't know what was going to happen next, what the hell was this pastor trying to do? I know that the priests of the Western Church will be directly involved in the war, and even form their own Knights, but the Eastern Priest has never assigned a priest to do such a thing, and the priest wants to oppose his lord?

The pastor stood up, pointed to the recorder, and called to the farmers around him, "God asks you to punish him"

After a few seconds, the recorder was drowned in the angry farmer.