The crowing of roosters occurred one after another, awakening the small villages in the mountains.
The soft smoke came out of the chimney, rose straight up, and circled over the village. From time to time, early birds flew through it.
When the smoke dissipated, the village had fully woken up and the villagers began their day's work.
Metzger picked the two pigs with the thickest waists in the pig pen and caught the carriage with the cage before returning home for breakfast.
The oatmeal porridge with offal and blood sausage has been cooked in the pot, and I have steamed some steamed buns made yesterday.
Metzger thought for a while, walked to the box containing clothes, took out a new blacksmith uniform he bought at the end of last year, and put it on.
His wife Rhea asked strangely: "Why are you wearing new clothes today?"
Metzger said proudly: "I am also your teacher now, so naturally I have to dress more decently."
Leya's watery emerald green eyes almost rolled her eyes, and she said angrily: "I have heard before that knights start to develop their courage by killing pigs when they are young, and they only kill a few times, and they stop doing it when they get used to it.
, why are you so proud?"
"Huh huh huh..." Metzger laughed mysteriously, "The master even asked me a question."
"What's the problem?" Rhea asked curiously.
Metzger replied proudly: "The master asked me if I would like to be a 'one-minute man'."
Leya served him a bowl of oatmeal porridge and put it on the table with chestnut flour steamed buns. After sitting down, she asked him: "What is a one-minute person?"
Metzger took a few mouthfuls of oatmeal and then said: "It is a kind of militia. The master said that we should buy new weapons ourselves and train for an afternoon every Sunday. We should still work at ordinary times. If someone comes from around the village,
If we encounter robbers or something, we will go home immediately, pick up weapons, and become warriors in one minute, so that we are not afraid of robbers."
Leya immediately asked nervously: "Then are you also going to the battlefield?"
Metzger was the only breadwinner in the family. If he went to the battlefield or had an accident or something, he would remarry.
"No need." Metzger shook his head as he ate the steamed buns. "One-minute people don't go out like militiamen. They only care about the affairs of their own village. At most, they support the village next door when they ask for help. If they cross the village privately with weapons,
It’s rebellion!”
Leia thought for a moment and said, "That sounds good. How much does the weapon cost?"
"I still don't understand." Metzger shook his head and said, "The master said he would sell it cheaply, and he also said there would be benefits when the time comes, such as tax cuts and free tuition for students."
As soon as Rhea heard that there was a tax cut, she immediately asked: "Do you agree?"
Metzger gulped down the last bit of oatmeal before answering: "I said I didn't want to agree, because what would happen to my family if I died or became disabled?"
Leya nodded and said, "That's true too."
While they were talking, the two of them finished their breakfast. Metzger asked his wife: "We have to pay the bill today, what do you want to sell?"
Leya thought for a moment and said, "Bring some clothes hangers and clothes drying clips back. I see other people are using them. They are very useful."
"Okay." Metzger stood up, "I'm leaving first. Remember to feed the slimes today, and I'll pick them up the day after tomorrow."
Rhea said "I know, I know" and finished her breakfast and started working for the day.
Metzger drove away in the carriage, and not far from the village, he saw the Baron, the Sword Master, and a beautiful black-haired lady fishing by the river together.
He heard that now the master likes that beautiful young lady very much. Maybe the black-haired lady will be the master's wife when she grows up.
He felt that since the master was so smart, his future wife should also be so beautiful.
Leya also started her day's work, first washing and cleaning the dishes, and then going to the well to fetch new water.
Then she went to the pigsty and poured the chopped grass into the trough, and fetched water from the trough. Then she used a shovel to shovel the pig manure in the pigsty into a bucket, and then raised it to a large pond not far away, using
The manure scoop spreads all the pig manure into the pig manure.
The slimes raised in the pool swarmed up after smelling the smell and began to eat.
Leia took a look and saw that these slimes were as big as footballs. Tomorrow they would be empty and if someone came to collect them the day after tomorrow, the price would be less.
Before raising the next batch of slimes, the soil from the pond was shoveled into the vegetable field, and the vegetables grown were larger than usual.
After finishing her work, she saw that there was still enough grass for two days, so she carried a basket to the side door of the military camp, took some dirty clothes and washed them by the river. It was a decent income.
Metzger drove his carriage to Weissenburg Castle very quickly. It was still early and there were many carriages carrying food lined up outside the city gate.
He quickly entered the city, thinking about whether to buy a dumbbell along the way, and followed the methods in the newspaper to keep fit.
Metzger had not finished his conversation with Frederick just now with his wife. In fact, he had a plan, not to be a man for a minute, but to enlist in the army in the fall.
I have made some calculations, and although I can no longer raise and kill pigs after joining the army, my salary will be enough to support my family.
The key is that after retiring in five years, you can have a place to study at the Weissenburg University Affiliated School. You won't be able to use this place, but you can leave it to your children. This opportunity will not come to you if you kill pigs for a hundred years.
Because there is a military camp not far from the village, Metzger knows more about the military than others.
In the future, you don’t have to fight like a pig with a white knife in and a red knife out. You can easily kill people with the weapon invented by the master from a hundred meters away. As long as you don’t encounter enemies like the sword master, you will definitely survive.
He looked at his arms. Because he had meat all year round, he was stronger than ordinary people. He was not afraid of anyone when fighting in the village. He might be able to make a contribution as a knight or something.
But this is a big deal and must be discussed clearly with your family.
Metzger thought to himself that he would discuss it with his father-in-law and mother-in-law later. They owned a tavern in the city and had better information than he did. They might have good suggestions.
The carriage turned into the back alley of a shop facing the street. There are many pubs and restaurants on this street, as well as a newly opened teahouse. Today, the two pigs were ordered by my father-in-law's pub and the restaurant next door. I will help them in the alley later.
Kill.
We are getting ready to sow wheat in the fall. Now there are people in the city who buy pig blood to use as fertilizer. The price is more cost-effective than making blood sausage, and it is more cost-effective to sell it directly here than to sell it to someone who collects pig blood in the village.
As soon as the carriage turned into the alley, Metzger heard the familiar cursing voice of his father-in-law.
He listened for a while and curled his lips. Now someone actually threw money on the ground.
"[Weisenling swear words]! What kind of [Weisenling commonly used insulting adjectives] killed a pig in the middle of the night and made blood all over the floor. It attracted so many flies. If they flew into the kitchen and were seen by the hygienist, what kind of kid would do it?"
Do I pay a fine?!"
Metzger frowned. It was summer now. Putting pig blood on the ground would attract a swarm of flies for a while, and then a swarm of white maggots after half a day.
Come on, it looks like I have to sweep the floor before killing the pig today.
The carriage soon arrived at the father-in-law's side. When he saw his son-in-law, he immediately said: "Look whose family killed the pig, let's beat him together!"
Metzger frowned when he saw the blood on the ground. He had been killing pigs for so many years, and he had often spilled the blood directly on the ground or accidentally kicked over the blood basin. But the blood on the ground was different. It looked like it was being dragged.
Things pass through it the same way.
He jumped off the carriage, dipped a little blood on his finger and smelled it in front of his nose. His whole body stiffened instantly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"This... this... this..." Metzger trembled and said, "This is... human blood!"
His father-in-law was also stunned for a moment, and his voice immediately trembled: "You... you are not... mistaken, are you?"
Metzger swallowed, calmed himself down, and said with certainty: "Sheep's blood smells bad, pig's blood smells bad, chicken's blood smells bad, and human blood has a salty smell. You can't go wrong."
"Today's pigs and sheep eat pasture, and there will be a little smell of pasture in the blood, but this blood does not have it."
His father-in-law panicked for a moment and said hurriedly: "You...you watch...from here, I'll go find the sheriff!"