Chapter 103: The Wounded Templar

"Have you heard? The kingdom coalition was defeated. In front of a home in Hilton City, neighbors preparing lunch greeted them.

"It is said that the red dragon has reappeared and flattened all the fortresses on the border of the Earldom of Lieman!" Said the neighbor who was accosted.

"Is the news accurate?" The neighbor who delivered the news was stunned, "The notice didn't say this. ”

"Why not? My aunt's cousin's brother's third son was a guard in Fender, and he saw it with his own eyes while he was on patrol! The neighbor raised his chin, "That's a job to have a drink a day!" ”

"What does it have to do with you to have a drink, give it to you?" Just as the neighbor was about to explain in detail to the people around him how good the guards were, a woman with a bucket came out, took the bucket and smashed it over.

"Bang!" When the neighbor fell, he got up on his back, and saw the woman scolding, "The sun is almost noon, so don't you hurry up and eat and work!" ”

"Yes, yes."

"Haha, oh my God, your life is too miserable."

A circle of neighbors looked at him and laughed at him, but when the woman looked at her with a menacing gaze, the crowd walked away, and then returned to their stoves and waited quietly for the meal to begin.

This includes masturbation.

When the party had finished eating, they took the pickaxe of wood from their wife, and took nothing, and they walked out of the city along the gap between the houses, and ran to the land where the manor was distributed.

He couldn't help but admire the serfs and freedmen near the manor who were also driving the two old oxen with a few wooden tools, and the rest of the people had to fight the earth with their hands.

When he watched from the side of the plough as those who were planning for spring ploughing were plowing the land with their hands, he was completely confirmed.

"Anyone who needs a break, I have a new food here." Standing at the head of the ploughed field, he shouted as he held the soaked lo mein in his hand.

The neighboring freedmen got a head start, and his father didn't reprimand him, for he was still a seven or eight-year-old child.

"Are these the tools you have?" Looking at the child who didn't care about the dirt on his hands and ate it directly with his paws, he asked.

"Only those who are in charge of the matter can use the tools, and it is too troublesome to do it yourself." The child said that he showed the calluses on his hands, "Except for the pain at first, I am used to it now." ”

He also did short-term work before his work was stable in his previous life, helping people spin the ground, and the landlord approved that he would spin the ground deeper for a little oil, in order to make the soil soft, so that the roots of the plants could be fully stretched and the fertility of the land.

Looking at the cultivated land in front of you, which is only a little deeper than the chicken chop, this kind of farming is not very useful.

Seeing that the boy had finished eating the noodles, he inquired about the cultivation system, the method of ploughing, and the varieties and yields of crops, and after learning about them one by one, he turned around and walked towards a piece of cultivated land.

Patches of smoke lit in the field in the distance, and it was in the depression where the snow dried up slowly, and it began to burn, and he stood in the smoke and looked in all directions, and with a calculation in his heart, he turned his head and returned to Hilton.

At night, he drew his impressions of farm tools, hoes, pickaxes, shovels, shovels, sickles, ploughs, and sowing boxes on parchment rolls with a quill pen.

"It's called a sowing box, and there are holes underneath it, and the gears need to rotate and fall constantly, and the wheel plough in front of the ploughs ploughs, and the seeds fall from the buckets, and finally they are covered with dirt."

The next morning, he handed the drawings to Klaus, who looked at the strange tools drawn on them, some of which he had seen, but most of whom he had never seen, and couldn't help but say for a moment, "Is this the wisdom in the book of the ancient druids over there, The Laws of Plants?" ”

"I thought of it myself." "But there are still a lot of things in the book of druids over there, and there is a three-garden cultivation method that is very suitable for the weather here, even the months of sowing each round, and there is a detailed record of what is sown, and the fertilizer mentioned in the book is very applicable, and instead of plant ash, the land can be full of fertility." ”

"The fertility produced by the three-nursery system when used for grazing is sufficient." Klaus shook his head slightly as he looked at the book about burying the prisoner's intestines.

"I mean, the accumulation of waste from people and animals in the city can be used to cultivate the land." Glancing at Klaus, he said, "Talk to the lords about the manor building farm tools, which are necessary to increase agricultural productivity. ”

"I think they'd rather use iron to build weapons." Klaus looked at Masser and suggested, "There are hills beyond Blackcurrant, and you'd better have Deacon Ryan help find the iron ore, as I'll have a better chance of convincing them." ”

"You're saying they wouldn't want something like that that obviously had benefits, would they?" Masturbation asked.

"We always have to be skeptical of new things, and if we force them to do something they don't want to do, they will inevitably be dissatisfied with us in the long run." Klaus nodded, "I think it's important to help people and make them feel happy." ”

"Ryan doesn't have many assistants." He shook his head slowly, "You must know that I gave him a lot of drawings before, but most of them are only half-finished products, and even some are just theories. ”

"Then you'll have to postpone these things." "But last night at the Fortress of Lieman, we seemed to have won a big victory. ”

"Well, at least 5,000 people will die." He looked at Klaus and motioned for him to continue.

"The armor and weapons on their bodies are our trophies, and although no one has cleaned up the battlefield, as the defeated side, they should send those things back to us, so that we can use these equipment as a reward for the lord who made farming items." Klaus said, "If I can, I will command the messenger to go to Earl Lieman's Castle." ”

"Of course you can." Tusele nodded, "Remember to elaborate on the benefits of these tools at Mass. ”

"It's nature." Klaus nodded and smiled, "I've thought of the propaganda rhetoric, this is what the Sage deliberately sleepwalked to the hundred and thirteenth layer of hell when he saw the backwardness of agriculture, and spent seven thousand gold coins to learn from the dark druids there. ”

"If the Druid Radiance hears you, the coffin board will definitely be opened." He looked at the bark book and said.

At the same time, the door of the Hilton Church was pushed open, and a Templar stumbled out, he stumbled down the steps, then clutched his chest and began to cough violently, and after a while, he looked at the church door behind him with a ruddy face, and walked over with difficulty, only to see the fear in his eyes, and the roar of a demon seemed to be heard in his ears, he slammed the door of the church shut, and untied his one-handed sword and stuck it in the doorknob, and then stumbled towards the horses tied to the tent.

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