(First of all, thank you for the reward of purple & flower girl shoes on the other side~!Secondly, let's talk about another thing that someone mentioned, let's speak in the future, or in the book review area, don't bother to post it, this belongs to my own question!xiexie)

"Oh shit! It's going to be late, it's going to be late. Sleepy and hungry, Johnny got up from the rattling of the broken wooden bed, and in a state of slumber he even hit the earthen wall several times, and was dizzy for a long time before he walked out of his thatched hut.

As soon as I went out, the sun in the sky was about to climb to the top. Johnny, who was nervous, suddenly despaired--and now the damned overseer had another reason to beat himself!

Johnny was a tenant farmer in the name of a minor lord outside of Haringos, and so was his father a tenant farmer. It is said that his ancestors once made a fortune, but because of the debts that could not be repaid, he became a tenant farmer of the lord of the lord, and lived in this small manor in the north for generations.

Who knows? Johnny didn't care what happened to his ancestors, he only knew one thing, and if he was a little late, the damn overseer would have more reason to withhold his rations for the month.

Johnny is a fruit grower, as his family is one of the few tenants on the estate who knows how to serve fruit trees. So his standard of living was only slightly worse than that of those who raised swans and herrings for the lord lord, and far better than the guys who wielded wooden hoes in the fields.

Brown bread, rotten vegetables, and apple juice were the "pay" for his hard work, and in good times, he could get a little meat stew from the lord to drink, or a changed curtain to use to make clothes. So compared to those ordinary tenant farmers with yellow faces and thin muscles and rotten yellow teeth, Johnny's family is much better, at least six or seven full days a day.

But fundamentally, he was the same as all the tenant farmers - the property of the lord from head to toe, without any freedom, not even marriage.

In the eyes of these tenant farmers, however, their own lives were not yet in dire straits, and it was actually good to be able to survive -- limited by the extreme seclusion of feudal society, except for the merchants and the wealthy gentry and aristocratic class, the commoners seldom left the place where their ancestors had lived for generations. Coupled with the medieval manor economy and a small number of commodity economies, towns and manors were generally not large, because the land was sparsely populated and did not require such a large area of arable land and towns. Therefore, even in the more secure areas, it is still dangerous to survive in the wild, and there are no roaming bandits, and the beasts in the dense forest are also terrible demons.

Even the very close city of Haringos was still a legendary place for these tenant farmers, and occasionally the lord's carriage would pass by to visit his master's castle, and his lord would go to Haringos in a luxurious carriage when there was a market.

Even the tax collectors of the empire will not really come here, their taxes are generally paid by Haringos City, and afterwards, the lord of this place will naturally send a large amount of grain, fruits, livestock and other things to Haringos and count them as his own taxes.

To take care of the fruit trees in the manor, and then, when the time is right, to find a woman in the mill to marry and have children, and to have a son to teach him how to take care of all the types of fruit trees in the manor—this is Johnny's "planning" for his own life, and he has not many options.

Still, Johnny noticed that something was wrong—it was too quiet, and the silence was terrible. Normally, at this time, the manor should be in full swing. Oh my God, it's crazy, the overseers whip their hands to the point!

Johnny preferred to believe in this reason, otherwise he would not have been able to understand, let alone understand, such an extraordinary phenomenon.

Shaking his head, Johnny in disbelief decided to ignore the current situation and pretend that nothing had happened. Go to the orchard yourself and work as usual.

"Hey, Johnny, why are you here?!" An active voice came from behind, and Johnny, who was startled, immediately turned his head, and a young man wearing a broken straw hat ran over with a hippie smile and slapped him on the shoulder: "Everyone has gone to the mill, why are you standing here alone?"

"What the hell is going on? weishenme everyone doesn't go to work but ...... Like you said, go to the mill, go to the mill and do what?!" Johnny, who finally found a living man, grabbed his arm excitedly and asked aloud, "Tell me this soon!"

"Who knows, you ought to ask the overseer of the stewards!" muttered the lad, "I know anyway, that all the people in the manor are gathered together, that everyone has gone to the mill, and that no one is working to-day—oh, except maybe you, don't you know about it?"

"Uh...... There are some particular reasons. Johnny didn't see the need to let the other person know that he had overslept: "Anyway, everybody's going to the mill now, right?"

"It seems that there is an adult from Haringos, who is working for some Roman lord, and says that this is already Roman territory............ It seems that it is, because the servants of the castle say so. The young man shrugged his shoulders: "Who cares, as long as there is no tax increase, I haven't seen meat for almost a year!"

"That's because you're lazy. Johnny rolled his eyes, and then threw the boy down and ran to the mill by himself.

"But he's right, Radiant Cross bless, don't raise taxes again!"

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"Now, all the inhabitants of the territory of Haringos, I will read the command from Caesarea, the first citizen of Rome, the only ruler of Rome as designated by the gods of heaven, the supreme commander of the legions, and the common Caesar of the Romans, Theodor Julian, please be quiet!"

The Haringos propagandist, dressed in a white toga robe like that of the Roman councilors, stood in a carriage with fixed wheels, and proudly held up a scroll and read aloud: "In order to preserve the integrity of the Roman territory and to protect the many rights and interests of the Roman people, from this day onwards all the legal jurisdiction and autonomy of the lords over their territories will be withdrawn, and officials will be sent from the towns to which the farms belong." The land ownership will be adjusted according to the situation!"

"What does that mean? I don't understand. "yes, I don't understand, what is this guy in the white robe talking about?" "Who knows what he's talking about!" ..................

"Oh, a bunch of fools!" the propagandist muttered in a low voice, then cleared his throat and coughed a few times, "In other words, from this day forward this is the territory of Rome, and you are all the people of Rome - that is, the subjects of Lord Theodore Julian, understand?!"

"It seems that I can't read it anymore, and I have to make a little adjustment......" Looking at the manuscript below, the propagandist said a few words to himself: "Otherwise, these guys probably still don't know anything about it!"

"Then the law of Rome was lawful...... Oh damn it, well, that is, Lord Theodore Julian ordered that none of his subjects should pledge their personal freedom...... I mean, sell yourself! Whatever you do, you should have a salary, whether you work for Master Theodore Julian or for any master!"

"So, Lord Theodore Julian, I have paid off all your debts for all of you, and all of you may receive from your lord a dinar to a half or so dinars (large silver coins) as a settling-in fee, which is a virtue that Caesar the Generous and Merciful bestows upon all his subjects!"

This time, no one was noisy anymore, and all the tenant farmers gathered around the carriage were silent, and Johnny, who had squeezed up from behind, grabbed the wheels and looked up at the propagandist: "You...... What did you just say?"

"I mean, you're all free! Don't ask me a second time. The propagandist looked like he was about to break down, he had worked in Haringath for so long, and he really wasn't so tired: "You're free! everybody is free! No one is going to be a tenant farmer anymore because of debt! And you'll get a few sons from your lord to decide whether you leave or stay here." ”

"Free, no more overseers, no more whipping?" seems to be "good things come too quickly", and Johnny can't accept the "reality": "Is that really the case?"

"It doesn't have to be ...... After all, the manor theoretically still belongs to the lord. The propagandist muttered to himself, but he was not going to tell him: "Yes, yes, you are free!"

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"So, it's all just a little trick you're playing?"

In one of Caesarea's official residences, Justice Domitius, who was sitting in the garden drawing-room, looked at the elegant young man in front of him with a childlike smile: "They were given freedom, but they were not given land, in fact nothing has changed much, but everything has changed!"

"The plebeians were freed, the nobility retained their wealth, Rome was given a new source of soldiers and taxes, and everything was perfect, wasn't it? Virgil sat in his chair like a student sitting in front of his teacher: "This way without bloodshed will make Rome more efficient and orderly." ”

"I believe that this is not what Caesar intended!" Domitius blinked, "Caesar wants to give the civilians more of what they deserve, and you are playing tricks here." ”

"No, no, no, everything I do is according to the will of the great Caesar!" replied Virgil righteously, "that's all." ”

"Really?"

"For Rome, Caesar must be the embodiment of justice, absolute justice, the patron saint of the Roman people, the vicarious of Jupiter, the god of light, the invincible commander of the Roman legions, and there should not be too many shadows on him!