The first snow of winter had just fallen. Ten majestic cuirassiers held their heads high and held the flag of the Hydra family as they escorted five fully loaded carriages. The traces they left behind were soon getting bigger and bigger.
Covered by wind and snow.
At this time, standing on the castle and looking around, I saw a vast expanse of white. The heavy leaden clouds were pressed tightly against the ground by the howling cold wind and kept rolling, scattering large swaths of snowflakes, making it difficult to distinguish the sky for a while.
It's so high and so thick, and I don't know when the snowstorm will end.
The winter weather in the North is so bad, but in order to avoid exposing its flaws, under Owen's order, the convoy actually circled outside for three days. When they saw that it was about to snow, they hurried to the castle. So tired from the long journey,
The wear and tear of the vehicle cannot be faked.
Irving, the grandson, is really willing to spend money for Meng Maya alone. I don’t know if it is really necessary or if he is outsmarting himself. Just like a married man will instinctively hide part of his extra income. I’m afraid even
He couldn't explain it himself, maybe he was just trying to cover up his inner confusion and simply find something to do for himself.
The arrival of the convoy injected new vitality into the territory. The knight-like cuirassiers made everyone feel excited, because this was a symbol of strength, and the supplies delivered meant that the territory could survive this cold winter more stably.
It is the guarantee of survival.
Although many people came to the castle, the long wooden house was ready-made, and the warm stable was filled with hay. The groom quickly prepared warm water, and the hay was mixed with soy flour and coarse salt, which was enough to keep him going all the way.
The horse recovers its strength quickly without damaging its body due to the long journey.
Except for the trouble of counting supplies, it didn't take much effort to arrange the cuirassiers to follow the farmers. They soon had freshly baked bread and hot soup, and then had a good sleep.
The castle fell into silence again. Owen didn't say anything about the source of the soldiers and supplies, and Maya also had a tacit understanding and didn't ask. We are all adults. At night, there is me in you and you in me, but when you arrive,
When doing business during the day, everyone does their own thing without interfering with each other. This is called the mature side of adults.
Owen was helpless about this, because he didn't want to lie, nor was he a good liar, nor did he want to hide anything, but the existence of the system was related to his own life and death, and he couldn't help but be careless. When he was forced to do so, he could only use
More troublesome and cumbersome ways to cover it up.
The problem is that the system's troops and supplies come out of thin air. He must find a reasonable source or excuse for them. But being limited to his territory, all he can do at present is to provide a simple guide to make people mistakenly think that Hydera
The family has retained several hands or is secretly supported by certain forces.
Now in the territory, Owen, as the lord, has supreme power. He is responsible for setting the direction of development and providing resources and manpower.
In fact, if it weren't for the tenacious vitality of people in this world, there would be almost no survivors after a snowfall. After all, even bears have to gain weight while hibernating.
However, everything came to a standstill as the snow became thicker and thicker. The whole world seemed to have pressed the pause button. No one could be seen anymore, even the birds and beasts had long since disappeared.
Compared with the skinny serfs and the unwilling bandit coolies, the farmers in the imperial era were skilled and hard-working, and with the metal tools in the blacksmith shop, their efficiency was really not low.
It is a pity that the castle wall is still not built, but a long distance has been cleared.
In the most prosperous and powerful imperial capital, people froze to death every winter, not to mention the extremely cold northern land, especially serfs. Diwozi was not a place to keep warm. With lack of food and clothing, at least three of them died every spring.
One of the serfs could no longer climb out and was buried directly in the soil.
As the second-in-command, Maya is the project leader, mainly to use these resources and manpower more rationally and efficiently, and to prevent Owen from changing the development direction casually.
It's a pity that it's just cleaning up. If you want to completely build the city wall, at least hundreds of people will be needed to be efficient enough, and you have to choose the spring when the flowers are blooming, otherwise the frozen ground will make people despair.
As for the identity of the Shire maid, most of the soldiers in the territory come from the system. Owen's orders are above all else, so with his appointment, command is not a problem.
The amount of this project is also not small, and it cannot be accomplished by just a dozen bandit coolies. This is mainly because Owen exchanged twenty farmers from the Empire era, and they are the main force in the work.
As Owen's confidant, Ciel is in charge of the soldiers in the territory, and she fulfills this task very well.
Moreover, Irving distributed sufficient winter grain and firewood early. The staple food was rye and crushed black beans, the non-staple food was onions, cabbages and dried wild vegetables, as well as a small jar of precious meat oil and salt. Although it was not much, it was enough to ensure the safety.
They can survive the cold winter, at least most of them can.
Mud walls can last for a long time in the northern land with little rain. Thick grass roofs can effectively block wind and snow. Short buildings are also good for heat preservation. All you need to do is light a small bonfire in the house and wrap it in a suit made of scraps of leather and rags.
If the clothes are nestled in the hay, at least they won't be able to get up after a short sleep.
Owen didn't know how to deal with it, but this was the best way he could think of.
Fortunately, Owen had made preparations in advance, and the village became much more complete. The original hayloft built at an angle became a simple farmhouse with mud walls and thatched roof. Although it was not good-looking and the inside was low and dark, it was very practical and could maximize the use of food.
retain heat.
It sounds unreliable, but even if information and entertainment were so developed in the previous life, no one would believe it if you really said that you could travel through time, let alone people in this world, so as long as you leave a few clues, they can give it to you
After eighty episodes of brainstorming, not to mention that Owen not only established a temporary stronghold outside, but also adopted segmented management to avoid being exposed as much as possible.
With such three levels of power, even if Maya wanted to, it would be difficult for her to go beyond the scope of authority set by Owen and involve other aspects.
Although the city wall has not been built, the appearance of the castle has been greatly changed. The ground has been leveled and some places have been paved with stone slabs. The longhouse that originally had only three rooms has now been expanded to ten rooms, and stables and sheep pens have been built.
The blacksmith shop tinkled from morning to night, and the bakery next door also smoked constantly, giving the place a bit more vitality.
The damaged areas inside the castle have been simply repaired, and carpets, curtains, and decorations have been added. These additions have turned the historical atmosphere of the castle into a sediment of heritage, at least it no longer looks like an archaeological relic.
Owen, who has been busy for a long time, finally has time to breathe. Over the past six months, he has been constantly stirring his brain, trying to find golden ideas. Unfortunately, he has not accumulated enough wisdom, just like tofu brain, no matter how much he stirs it, he cannot turn out the abalone. Poor him
I can only plan the development of the territory based on my previous life experience, but when I actually implement it, I find that what I got in exchange for my hair is like shit.
It's like an author who worked hard on an outline of hundreds of thousands of words, but ended up digressing from the topic just after one hundred chapters, and it was still impossible to change it. Suddenly, he felt devastated.