People are never created equal.

It is true that many times people will convince themselves that they can achieve everything with hard work, but the fact that you are willing to work hard and have the perseverance to persevere until you see the light of day is already a great talent. It's just that even it can't compare with those who have different conditions from the beginning.

One of the most common West Coast farmers had parents who were also farmers, and the children who were born into a farming family would marry the children of another farming family when they grew up. They didn't own land, but only farmed and raised pigs for the lords and adults for a meager income.

Countries such as Corey Conrad are a small number of exceptions, because they are mercenaries, and the nobles at the top of the country do not care about the lower peasants, so the peasants who live here have a certain freedom. Within the scope of self-sufficiency, they can enclose land and farm in the middle of the country without paying taxes, after all, the income that mercenaries can bring is the largest part of it.

There are many differences in the crops grown from wheat and rice grown on a large scale to cassava and sweet potatoes grown by farmers themselves to satisfy their hunger - but there are great commonalities among the livestock they raise.

There are no truly domesticated domestic pigs on the continent of Rigal. From west to east, all pigs are kept free-range, and the ability of this omnivorous creature to convert everything it eats into protein is why humans first targeted them. But it is precisely because of this free-range that the bodies of pigs that eat indiscriminately are full of all kinds of parasites.

This pork must be fully cooked before it can be eaten, and it is very lacking in nutritional value compared to the various herbivores and poultry, fish, and pork, but even this is not something that the most inferior and largest farmers can afford to eat every day.

In fact, in the generally barren kingdoms of the West Coast, even some of the smaller nobles, such as knights and barons, were only allowed to eat meat when they were entertaining guests.

We have mentioned in the chapter on the price of the Avenella section that a large plate of free-range pork is six dennos, but this price is confined to the more affluent side of the Avenella, and in the more barren rest of the West Coast, it is likely to rise considerably. Then, if we take this price measure out of the same price and use it as a popular criterion without taking into account many complicated factors, the so-called large plate of free-range pork -- which is actually about half a kilogram or less -- we can buy several kilograms of rice or flour at the same price.

Ten Danno.

This was the value that the most ordinary peasant of the day would have if his income were converted into coins - and this was usually replaced by food and the like. On a good day, farmers or herders will get a slightly higher income, and when the harvest is bad, it is very common for them to go hungry.

Slightly higher in rank than the peasants were the craftsmen, and even the most recent apprentices were usually paid about fifteen to eighteen denno a day, and their three meals were slightly richer, and in addition to grains, they could also eat some fish, shrimp and crabs. And in addition to the stomach, you can also leave some money to buy a new set of clothes or something else - but craftsmen are not so easy to do, first of all, you have to have a better background, some money in the family, parents themselves are craftsmen, or relatives are craftsmen and so on, otherwise it is very difficult to find a random master who is willing to take you.

Not all people are created equal, and the paths that farmers could choose from in this era were very scarce. They can't become powerful people such as lords and nobles, even if they are serious about working hard all their lives to be craftsmen or farmers, it is already very difficult to make ends meet, and if they accidentally encounter war, they have to be forcibly conscripted to fight. And even on a peaceful day, when you meet a thief, you don't behave right, or when you go to the street, the lord and knight who go up think you're an eyesore.

Death is a common occurrence.

There is no way out, and I can't even eat enough. In a society where bloodline and origin determine everything, they can never become nobles, and the rest of what seems to be "hope" and seems to be a "way out" is naturally only left with high-risk and high-reward combat-related professions.

People die for money, birds die for food, whether they choose to become a mercenary who licks blood with a knife or a thief who is nervous and afraid of being caught, they are actually forced by life. If you can live a happy life with peace and peace, no one will want to do such a thing. But now in this world, there are people who want to live an idyllic life, and it is only those noble sons and daughters who are themselves from a luxurious background and have nothing to do--the farmer held his breath.

Clothes made of linen are dirty - you can always tell from the material of the clothes that a man wears: cotton is not abundant on the west coast, even sheep are raised in small quantities, and wool and cotton cloth, which can only be obtained by sea trade, are naturally the exclusive use of a small number of higher-income merchants, nobles, and high-ranking mercenaries. As for the most common civilians, they certainly wore clothes made of linen and usually washed only once in a long time.

The feeling of ......the grass piercing his skin through the sleeves of his clothes was uncomfortable for him, and the thirty or so companions in similar attire around him were cursing and making loud noises lurking in the area, most of their weapons were wooden pitchforks and sticks, and only a few were good axes.

"Hey, did you think those knights would really pay us a silver coin of Ella? A young man next to him said this, and this sentence immediately caused a bustling discussion, most of which were mixed with disbelief and unconcealed joy, and many began to wonder what they would do when they got the money—most of them wanted to eat a big meal, and some wanted to buy a better dress to pursue a certain girl.

"Brother, how do you want to spend it?" said the young man, who had come close to him, seeing that the farmer had not spoken. The farmer looked back at the man, a yellow-haired, white-skinned man from the Midlands, much more enthusiastic than a shy brown-skinned native like himself, and the farmer thought to himself, "...... Go as tuition. ”

The farmer said in a very small voice, and the young man did not seem to hear clearly, so he asked again......, "Huh?" When the tuition, go to learn to strike iron. ”

"Uh......" The voice was a little louder, not only the young man, but also a lot of people around him, but everyone who was just bent on taking this "quick money" to eat and drink lowered their heads a little embarrassed: "Yes...... It's really better to use it as tuition. They all began to think like this, and the bustle began to sound again, and many began to explain what they wanted to do—to buy some eggs and hatch chicks to start a farm, to use the money to buy things and become a tradesman, and the people whose minds were opened up excitedly painted the future, and the yellow-haired young man leaned over and began to speak to him in a whisper.

"Hey, brother, I've decided to join you later, as you can see, we seem to be the only smart people here. ”

"Most of those fools don't know, our target is a professional-level mercenary, let's rush slowly-" "They're here!" a gruff voice shouted loudly in Soladin's dialect, and a look of displeasure immediately appeared on the young man's face, he gritted his teeth and turned his head as if he was about to scold, but the man who was shouting at this moment was already rushing down with a wooden fork.

"Hey, ah, ah!" The roar of war on the overgrown slope aroused the blood of a large group of people behind, and they all got up and rushed down with a scream as they were lying in ambush at the request of their employers, and the team of four people and four horses seemed to be completely defenseless, and the middle-aged farmer with a wooden fork and a bearded face who ran down the first to run down at the bounty was about to stab the head of the man in the stomach.

"Qiang--click-" "Knock-" "Rust-"

With a flash of silver, the pitchfork rose to the sky, and the filthy farmer fell to the ground with a lift of his ankle. On the scorching dirt floor, the farmer rolled white ash: "Ahem, ahem, ahem—" but choking on the smoke, he did not flinch, but grabbed the remaining half of the stick and rushed up again.

"Haa

"Do you all want to die, stand down!" sat a red-haired Soladin on the other horse beside her, and he shouted loudly in the native language, but this phrase did not stop the peasants who were already only paid in their eyes, but on the contrary, this appearance of weakness made him and the girl stared at him.

"Hit him!

“...... You guys!" the mercenary was disrupted, and he sat in the saddle with one hand on the reins and buttocks, and then with the other he tried to grab the hilt of the sword at his waist. But at this moment the horse was already very restless, and the various sticks that were stabbed at him, and the shouts and roars of the people, many of them tried to catch the red-haired mercenary on the head, and the horse instinctively raised its body and kicked out of its front feet because of the fright.

"Whoa-" "Bang knock!" The front hooves of the war horse, which weighed hundreds of kilograms, kicked directly into the jaw of one peasant and the forehead of another, spilling blood and brains, and they died there first, and the dozen or so peasants surrounding the two people behind them were all stunned for a moment, but then they didn't know who shouted from behind: "Avenge them!" Their shock turned into anger in an instant.

"Haa

"Haa

"Down with them!" the appearance of the embarrassed and gray mercenaries boosted the morale of the peasants, and although they also lost two people, the horses that fell to the ground still looked like a great victory, and they rushed towards the mercenaries who fell to the ground, and the balance of victory looked like they were about to rush in their direction.

The next second, everything changed.

The two mercenaries, a man and a woman, who were in front, drove their horses out of the distance as if they were about to escape, and then turned their horses' heads and rushed back with their swords in one hand.

The war horse that accelerated the charge was unstoppable, and the big sword wielded with one hand could directly split the person with the stick in half and fly out horizontally. "Haa

"Bang-boom!!" the two horses galloped.

A long sword made of stainless steel, with a straight stab at the end.

Just stabilize your body, you don't even need to do any slashing, just with the help of this huge momentum-

It's overwhelming.

The peasants, who didn't even have armor, fell in twos and threes, and under the effect of the huge impact, they were basically lifeless as long as they were attacked once, and the dozen or so people who rushed towards the red-haired mercenary turned their heads to look at this side because of the sound, and this look became the last look in their lives.

"Knock knock!"

The reason why the Sivaliers were able to dominate the entire west coast with a heavy cavalry charge and become the strongest kingdom can be seen here, and the overwhelming superiority of the cavalry over the infantry caused the death of nearly twenty peasants in a single charge. The people began to hesitate, there were only a dozen or so people left, they were stunned and froze in place with the weapons in their hands, they had not yet recovered from the joy of the horses they had just knocked down, the rumbling hooves of the horses came from one side to the other, the two men grabbed the reins and began to slow down and turn back, and the red-haired mercenary who fell to the ground slowly straightened up at this moment - drew his long sword.

"Qiang—"

Blood splattered, and dead bodies were everywhere.

......

"I ...... I don't think it's a good idea. ”

The blazing sunlight had diminished a little by this point, and he felt a little sore and sore under his feet from the long walk, but what had probably hit him more than all this was the overwhelming slaughter of the scene—if it had not been for the man pulling himself—he did not dare to think any further, and the yellow-haired young man in front of him whispered again with his gritted teeth: "No, don't worry, my brother, they don't know the real situation. ”

"You see, we came back alive, so we deserve to get that pay, don't we? He hesitated for a moment as he said this, it didn't seem like a good idea to deceive those knights, but the reward of a silver coin was really not something that could be given up easily.

"Right...... Yes, yes. He nodded repeatedly, and then the two of them returned to their village, where the knights were still stationed, as they could see from the horses with their sumptuous saddles hanging by the roadside.

"Calm down, let me speak. The yellow-haired young man turned back with a reassuring smile, and just then two knights came out of the village gate on horseback.

"Your Excellency—I say—" the yellow-haired young man leaned in, and he said with a smile on his face, dancing with his hands in hand—what a wonder—the farmer thought, "If only he could learn this cheerful disposition."

He didn't hear the conversation clearly, for there was a distance, but from the way the knight who was talking nodded his head with a smile in his eyes, it was clear that it could be done as he wished—and from then on, he would honestly become a blacksmith's apprentice, and never think about such a thing again, he thought.

"Hey—" The yellow-haired young man seemed to have made a deal with him, and he turned his head and beckoned to him laughing, and the farmer smiled, but in the next moment something silver shone into the corner of his eye, causing him to blink.

"Uh-" The farmer held out his hand to remind his "good brother", but it was too late.

- The kind knight with a smile in his eyes drew the long sword at his waist, and then pierced his heart with a sword.

"Ahem—" The yellow-haired young man, whose smile had not yet spread, coughed up blood and fell to the ground, and the farmer stared at the sudden surprise while the knights drove forward.

"Do you want to be paid?" he raised his face sluggishly to look at the high knight, and the smile on the other party's face could only be seen clearly at this distance, without any gentleness, only full of mockery, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth The farmer will never be able to forget in his life.

"Hahahaha, this coward is stupid haha, reward, don't laugh at the dead...... You garbage can still kill them. Frozen in place, he was ignored by the knight like a pebble by the side of the road, and after teasingly wiping the blood from the tip of his sword on the shoulder of his sackcloth garment, the man took the sword back, and drove his horse on.

"It seems that we have to go out in person. The blood in the chest of the yellow-haired young man who had fallen face down in the middle of the road began to spread, and in the opposite direction of the farmer who was stunned in place with a large patch of bright red on his left shoulder, the two knights said this, slowly pulling away. (To be continued.) )