The so-called camping site is a circle of logs surrounding the open space next to the road. The most important thing in the open space is the digging of deep wells, so that caravans and travelers can have a safe and clean water source. The first two camping sites are empty.
There was no one around, fallen leaves and dust were accumulating, so Uncle Osker rested his horses, fed them some oats and water, and got back on the road after about ten minutes.
When we arrived at the third campsite, it was packed with people. Hundreds of people stopped there to rest. Several soldiers in garrison uniforms came over and asked each other, only to find out that this was a labor camp deployed from Chaniyalar County to White Deer City.
, there are about 500 people and more than ten carriages filled with logistical supplies, which are guarded by a garrison squadron. Unlike Claude who traveled in a long-distance carriage, this labor camp relies on two legs.
We have been on the road for nearly ten days, and it is estimated that it will take another two days to reach Bailu City.
Claude found that the laborers did not seem to be as miserable as he had imagined. Although the clothes on their bodies were a bit old, they were not in tatters, and they all looked good. It was obvious that they had eaten enough to fill their stomachs.
Although he was scolded a few times by the garrison soldiers and did not crowd around to watch, they gathered not far away and commented on Uncle Osker's carriage, and even made some unpleasant remarks.
The garrison squadron leader heard that Uncle Osker and Claude were still on their way. He looked up at the sky and shook his head. He thought it was best to camp here with them for the night to stay safe. Because they left Hesse Town in the morning.
After setting off, I heard the howls of wolves while resting at the first camping spot. It was getting dark now, it was already past five o'clock, and it would take at least two or three hours to get to Hesse Town from here.
, traveling overnight in the Black Forest is not a good idea.
However, Uncle Osker and Claude decided to continue on their way. For Claude, seven or eight wolves were not enough of a threat. Even without a crossbow and shotgun, he was sure to wipe out the wolf pack. Uncle Osker, on the other hand,
He believed that it was more dangerous to camp with a labor camp. He was not afraid of his own life, but he was worried that the slaves in the labor camp would have his things stolen.
After getting back on the road, Claude was very puzzled: "Uncle Osker, didn't you say that the labor camp is very strictly guarded? I see that the garrison soldiers are lax, and they don't even do a good job of guarding them. They seem to be very laissez-faire towards these conscripts.
The feeling..."
"This is a misdemeanor camp. If the slaves there are caught petty theft or fighting, they will be sentenced to three to five years of hard labor. The supervision on them is not so strict, because these slaves know how many days they have to endure.
I went out in 2008. On the contrary, escaping will only aggravate the crime. It is not worthwhile to be sentenced to ten years of hard labor for escaping. I insisted on going on the road just now because I didn’t want to stay with them overnight. By then, we would have fallen asleep and the carriage would be short of things.
You can consider yourself unlucky..."
It turns out that there are misdemeanors and serious crimes in the labor camp, and Claude finally understood it. Uncle Osker said that those labor prisoners who could escape were basically from the felony camp, and they were sentenced to ten or twenty years of hard labor, so
Escape is the only option. The result is the same if you are caught anyway, no matter how harsh the sentence is.
The first of the next two campsites is relatively safe. The second campsite is already the last resting place on the national highway in this black forest area. It is only more than an hour away from Hesse Town. I guess.
It was already about seven o'clock, and the night was dark. Especially in the forest, it felt very gloomy and depressing. Two strong horses pulling the cart were stamping their feet uneasily in the camp. Uncle Osker brought water from the well.
The two horses only drank a few sips and stopped drinking...
Uncle Osker made a quick decision and said to Claude, who was standing guard at the door of the camp: "Get in the car, we'll leave immediately, we won't rest here anymore."
Sure enough, not long after leaving the camping site, the howls of wolves could be heard behind him one after another. Claude stood up and looked behind him, but he did not see any wolves following the carriage.
"We left early, and the horses have already started running. The wolves are also smart. They know they can't be surrounded and don't chase them..." Uncle Osk said: "It's okay. We will arrive after running this distance and go to Hesse."
You can have a good meal at the Hound Tavern in town. The roasted rabbit there is famous for its delicacy, especially when the belly is stuffed with fresh mushrooms and then grilled on the fire. The meat fat is absorbed by the mushrooms, and your mouth is filled with one bite.
Oil, very delicious..."
It was almost nine o'clock in the evening when we arrived at Hessen Town. Unlike Bailu City, there was a long stone wall on the outside of Hesse Town. It was covered with moss and looked very ancient. Watching the wall
The few soldiers on guard at the door simply asked Uncle Osker a few questions. Hearing that they had been rushing over from the Black Forest National Road overnight, they asked a few questions if they had encountered any wolves, and then opened the door to let the carriage enter the town.
Uncle Osker was very familiar with Hesse Town, because he had to pass through Hesse Town every time he escorted guests. He was familiar with the roads and drove the carriage to the Hound Tavern quickly, and handed the carriage to the groom and the busboy in the tavern.
The servant, joking loudly with them, led Claude into the tavern hall.
It was already a bit late, but the tavern hall was very lively, with about a dozen guests sitting there drinking and chatting. In one corner of the hall, four or five people were playing cards around a table. Claude listened and found out
They were gambling, but the stakes were small, only one or two sunars at a time.
Several customers in the hall knew Uncle Osker. He greeted him all the way to the counter: "Old Peter, give me a big room and get me some delicious food. Is there any roast rabbit left?"
The owner of the Hound Tavern is a gray-haired old man, very thin, with a pair of black round-framed reading glasses on the bridge of his nose. He looked at Uncle Oaks and Claude: "Where are we going this time? Oaks, there is still a room, just a roast hare.
I don’t know if there is any more, I have to go to the stove and have a look."
"Cafilezte County." Uncle Oaks patted Claude next to him on the shoulder: "This little guy has received a recruitment order from the Blue Feather Legion. I have to send him to report there."
Old Peter pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose and looked at Claude again: "Poor little guy, he has just grown up, and he has to go so far to serve as a soldier. You go and sit over there first, I'll go
Get you something to eat."
"Hey, old Peter, I forgot just now. Go and tell the groom to feed my two horses three eggs mixed with oats and black beans. They will have to run a long distance tomorrow." Uncle Osker stopped.
Old Peter, Old Peter nodded after hearing this and walked to the kitchen in the back.
Not long after, Old Peter personally brought white bread, rye wine, beef stew with potatoes, fried bacon and other dishes. In the middle was a shiny roasted rabbit.
Claude was a little strange: "Uncle Osker, doesn't this tavern have no maids? The boss has to serve the food himself..."
Uncle Osk laughed loudly: "This will be the time for the maid to earn money. You will know later. How about I find you a companion at night? It only takes three riaso..."
After a while, Claude immediately knew what a maid's earning time was. A maid came down the stairs leading to the guest room on the second floor with a flushed face. A bartender sitting alone quickly waved her over, and the two
After haggling for a long time and reaching an agreement, the maid took the drinker up the stairs, while the drinkers sitting in the hall turned a blind eye.
The only reason is that Claude didn't spend much time in taverns in White Deer Town, so he didn't know that it was common for tavern maids to work part-time. For example, Caifeni's sister Catherine worked as a maid in the Mermaid Tavern, but it was a different kind of money.
Uncle Ousk broke open the roasted rabbit with force. As he said, it was filled with mushrooms that had absorbed the meat juice and exuded the aroma of meat. He forked one with a fork and stuffed it into his mouth. Claude nodded repeatedly. It tasted really delicious.
, it is not a barbecue, but it is full of meat flavor and very delicious.
When he was having a great time eating, the door of the tavern was pushed open, and two patrolmen walked in and walked towards Claude's table. The older patrolman at the head said hello to Uncle Osker and looked at him.
He was an acquaintance. Immediately afterwards, he took out a folder from the black briefcase he carried with him, opened it and took out a registration form.
Uncle Osker quickly asked Claude to take out the Blue Feather Legion's recruitment order and the pass issued to Claude by the White Deer City Administrative Center from the backpack he was carrying, and handed them to the older patrolman.
Because the documents were complete, after checking that they were correct, the older patrolman asked the young patrolman next to him to copy Claude's pass on the registration form he took out. After that, he took out a seal and stamped it under the pass. Claude
Look, on the seal are four large characters "Granted to Pass" and a line of small characters "Hessen Town Patrol Team".
After Uncle Osker treated the two patrolmen to a glass of rye, they took their leave.
Claude asked: "Uncle Osker, why don't you register?"
Uncle Osker smiled and said: "I know them, and they know that I am a national, so they won't check me. Even if I go to a strange place and encounter an inspection, I will take out my national ID card and there is no need to register, so I don't need to register."
There is no need to go to the administrative center to apply for a pass."
This is perhaps the biggest difference between the two classes of citizens and civilians in the kingdom. Citizens have relative freedom and it is easy to go anywhere. They only need to bring their national ID cards. However, an adult civilian must go to other places for administrative matters.
When applying for a pass, write down clearly where you want to go, how long it will take on the way, how long you will stay at your destination, and when you will come back.
Official matters are generally better. People like Claude who receive a conscription order and report will not be deliberately made difficult. But if you are doing private matters, you need someone to vouch for you, and it must be a guarantor with national identity. In addition, you will have to endure the inconvenience all the way.
The endless interrogations are annoying, but for civilians, he can only smile and be patient.
This is also the main reason why, except for some civilians who work in caravans, more civilians do not want to go out and travel. They would rather stay in their hometowns and have enough food and clothing. Even if something happens, most of them will hire someone to do it for them. As Claude believes
It is impossible for people to move to higher places and water to flow to lower places. Such a wave of work cannot happen in this world. Unless there is an irresistible natural or man-made disaster, people may leave their homes and go to make a living elsewhere.
Because Uncle Oaks was responsible for the accommodation and meals along the way, Claude paid a high price of two gold crowns to hire his long-distance carriage. However, the meal in the evening was not bad for Claude.
Except for the roasted rabbit, the rest of the food is not much different from my family’s usual diet.
After eating, Claude followed Uncle Osker to the yard behind the tavern. There was a well here. The two of them drew water directly from the well and wiped themselves, then went up to the second floor with their simple luggage.
I have to rest in the guest room and have to get up early to travel tomorrow.
The big room that Uncle Osker mentioned was actually a double room, with two single beds placed on the left and right against the wall. Maybe it was because of the unfamiliar environment, or maybe it was the men and women having sex coming from the room next door.
The sound was too disturbing, or maybe Uncle Osker's snoring was too loud. Claude couldn't fall asleep at all on the first night he left home. He almost tossed and turned in bed until dawn...
After having a bowl of oatmeal in the morning, Claude went to the carriage to catch up on his sleep and let Uncle Osker drive the carriage. One thing Uncle Osker was right about was that the roads in Ambriz County and Cuglia County
The construction of transportation facilities is really good. The roads are flat in the plain area, and the horse-drawn carriages travel very smoothly on the road with few bumps.
In the evening, he stayed at the White Rose Tavern in the county seat of Cuklia County. Claude found that the accommodation cost here was twice as high as that of the Hound Tavern in Hesse Town. On the third day, he passed directly through Chanialar County and spent the night in the White Rose Tavern.
Accommodation at the Kelis Tavern in the small town of Negus, County Krusg. This time Claude paid for an extra room at his own expense. For two nights, he was so noisy by Uncle Osker's snoring that he couldn't sleep well.
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On the morning of the fourth day, the carriage arrived in Limassolia County.