Chapter 251 Harvest, New Year, Baron, Celebration and Tears
This is the fourth element of Lu Zhengkang's creation.
The first three are relatively proactive, but the fourth one is really a bit inexplicable.
Fortunately, Lu Zhengkang also roughly figured out why he could do this.
All in all, to be romantic, you must have enough emotions to resonate and coordinate with the magic energy, so that the magic energy can be endowed with soul, logic, and creative elements. This process should be inseparable from the pure land. There is something always hidden under the pure land.
, that is the treasure that Lu Zhengkang has not discovered yet.
The troll rubbed his face, which was clean, thick, tough, and warm. He imagined that his hands were like a strange mask, hiding all his emotional expressions behind the mask, hiding in the darkness, very safe...
...I feel it a little bit, but it's still not enough to enter the scene. Lu Zhengkang smiled, knowing that he was not insecure, so it was difficult to put this kind of imagination into it.
But what exactly is romance? This question is profound enough.
The life elements floating in the void spread their wings, rose high, and flew into the sky. In an instant, the pure white sky turned into pale gold, and the sunlight was filled with life magic. The plants grew more vigorously, and there were rows of small apples.
The saplings shook their spirits and penetrated their roots deeply into the soil, almost touching the ice sheet below. The beans, ramie, rapeseed, etc. also matured in advance.
Now the fertilization problem is solved.
There is a faint fragrance in the air, making people feel like they are in an illusory sea of flowers. The breath is moist and cool, and it is like a bamboo forest filled with mist in the morning.
In the second half of the year, it may be difficult for Lu Zhengkang to find time to study magic. He has many things to do, such as weaving linen, making clothes, making sugar, pressing oil, and making wine. Everything requires dedication.
Life passed by slowly, the sun was high and the months were spent in harvesting, the last planting month was sowing a batch of crops, the Hearthfire Moon shared its food with the people of Winterhold, the Frost Moon was still busy with farming, and the warehouses were already piled up when the sun was setting.
With a large amount of supplies, Jonas was brought back at night and under the moon to celebrate the New Year.
Have a great New Year.
Lu Zhengkang makes mutton dumplings, big birthday peaches, fried crispy meat, fried sugar cakes, and all kinds of festive and delicious things to provide for Jonas, the wolves, the friends of Winterfort, the Nine Holy Spirits, and everyone in the sky.
Lu Shenxian, supplying nature, he gained a lot and shared a lot, just like a complete reincarnation.
The carnival lasted for a whole month, from the second half of the Night Star Month in 184 to the first half of the Morning Star Month in 185, Winterfort was more lively than ever. People toasted to the generous Lu Zhengkang, blessed him, welcomed him, and worshiped him.
He seems to be the embodiment of joy.
The newborns of the wolf pack loved him, and so did the newborns of Winterhold.
The Troll is tall and generous, and is called Happy Gourmet. Some people also call him White Mountain, because his cloak is white. Lu Zhengkang has never expressed his likes and dislikes of these nicknames. Over time, people have also begun to accept them.
If you are brave, you can call him anything. Some children especially like to call him Big White Ball, and I don’t know where the inspiration comes from.
Lu Zhengkang is now wearing several pieces of newly made linen clothes, a linen turban to cover his third eye and bone spurs, and a hood, slightly revealing his ugly and vicious face. The linen cloth is made of a mixture of linen and ramie.
Knitted, strong, refreshing, everything is good except not suitable for winter wear.
Outside the commoner clothes, there is still a bearskin cloak. The previous one has long since rotted. However, Lu Zhengkang encountered a wandering white bear when the frost was setting and the moon was about to hibernate. It was already fat and fat, so he was killed by the trolls.
The skins were tanned and turned into clothes, the flesh and blood were made into delicacies, the bones were crushed and used for smelting, and the souls were turned into undead and used to drive, nothing was wasted.
People regard the change in Lu Zhengkang's appearance as a sign of great trust in themselves, because a mysterious person is willing to share his privacy, which is a symbol of friendship. Even the residents of Winterhold are surprised by the ugly appearance of the trolls, but
No one disliked him because of this. There were healthy, tall, strong and brave Nord women among the guards. They favored Lu Zhengkang and often sought him out for drinks.
The new lord Collier is also very close to Lu Zhengkang. He is a young red-haired Nord with a straight and determined face, a broad nose, and a green stubble around his lips. He often wears a heavy fur coat and a
He has a ruby and brass headband and speaks in a loud and steady voice. Standing at the end of the street, you can hear his talk at the street corner. He is a warm-hearted person. He previously traveled abroad to study and gain experience. After returning to his hometown this time, he won the trust of the residents within a month.
He always speaks ill of the Magistrate's College and holds conspiracy theories about the great collapse many years ago. In addition, he is a frequent visitor to the pub and always loves to drink. Once he drinks too much, he will laugh out loud. His bohemian appearance is very friendly to the people, but
Having said that, Winterfort is just a small village now, with more than a dozen families, and it does not even have independent internal affairs and sufficient territorial authority. No one will care if he, the lord, wants to show off.
He often said that he would not leave when he came back this time, but that he would take root in Winterfort, find a wife, have a child, and live a stable life.
When Lu Zhengkang came to the tavern, he would bring his own vodka, which was very popular among the barbarians. In the new year, the trolls would bring enough wine for everyone to enjoy.
Lord Collier said on the spot after drinking that he would give Lu Zhengkang the title of Baron of Winterfort. The residents in the tavern cheered, and no one objected. Before the troll could refuse, he was stuffed by Collier.
Exquisitely patterned
Steel hand axe, the drunken lord took Lu Zhengkang's hand and raised it high, shouting at the surrounding people: "You see clearly! This ax is the symbol of our new Baron of Winterhold! If anyone has any opinions, please speak up now!
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The men and women in the tavern laughed one after another. No one had any objections. They just urged the bard to sing a song quickly.
Our bard is an eccentric Breton man. He came to Skyrim three years ago and headed north. He seemed to be avoiding disaster and came to the backcountry of Winterfort. His short Breton was often in front of the Nords.
You have to raise your head slightly, but
He is quite handsome and has found a local Nord woman to live with. They live together but are not married. He can sing many songs, including those from the Empire, Skyrim, or his hometown, all of which can be played with his skillful lute.
Skills are shown.
I say so much just to let people know that he is an eccentric poet who always likes to sing the opposite and is sometimes quite dramatic, and people like him for this.
In such a happy time, he played a heavy and tough tune.
Everyone's laughter faded away little by little, and silence poured into the place like a cold wind. Only some drunkards who were delirious were still mumbling to themselves. The others recognized the song and showed their respect.
The Bretons began to sing softly: "Our hero, oh our hero, has a brave heart!"
The Nords in the tavern were filled with excitement when they heard this sentence, and tears filled the eyes of the emotional people.
"Let me tell you, tell you, the Dragonborn is coming again!"
The bard's eyes were fixed on the flames on the fire pit, and his dexterous fingers were still plucking the strings. Whether he was plucking the strings or the heartstrings, he saw that the men, women, old and young in the tavern began to respond in low voices.
and.
"Use the power of roar, the ancient Nord skill!" The tune was so low, but the people's tone was so firm.
"Believe me, believe it, the Dragonborn is coming again!"
"The evil spirits are coming to an end, drive out the enemies from the sky!"
"They should be careful, be careful! The Dragonborn is coming again!"
"The dark era has passed, let's continue the heroic legend!"
"Do you know, do you know? The Dragonborn has come again!"
The Dragonborn is the prototype of the Nords. This song is called "The Return of the Dragonborn". In the dark and painful era, it gives courage to the warriors and hope to the people.
The trolls applauded and praised loudly: "Long live Skyrim! Long live the Dragonborn! Long live the Nords!"
People shed tears and shouted: "Long live Skyrim! Long live the Dragonborn! Long live the Nords!"