Early the next morning, Raymond and others followed Bono into the city. The serf's decision to take Raymond and others in was obviously not without purpose. At least Raymond, his old mother, and his younger brother Thomas all helped him after they had had a good meal.
He carried a basket of vegetables, which included many vegetables such as tomatoes, carrots, cauliflower and corn, as well as high-quality horse feed such as soybeans and black beans. I heard from Bono that these vegetables are very popular in the city, and now many free people no longer
They are satisfied with having bread for three meals, and they want a variety of vegetables.
Several people were walking towards the town of Jean. The road was full of pedestrians and busy with traffic.
"Oh my god, are those dwarves?" Raymond was carrying vegetables. He noticed that there were several dwarves wearing funny thick clothes and walking on the road carrying tools.
Raymond had never seen a dwarf. There were only oral legends among the serfs, saying that dwarves were stingy and cruel creatures who would pour molten iron into the throats of humans to force them to reveal their secrets.
"Yes, he is our dwarf friend." Bono was already used to it. The serf said loudly: "This is the greatness of Earl Lane. The dwarves in the mountains are also willing to be his friends, and the elves in the forest are also willing to be his friends."
I want to be his friend."
"Elves?! Oh my gosh, I only saw one elf when I was a kid when I was ordered to go shopping." The old mother murmured to herself. After a solid night's rest and a full meal, she had somewhat recovered.
Pedestrians on the roadside were busy, and everyone was talking about what happened recently. The serfs were curious about what happened in the north. Otherwise, why would a large number of escaped slaves from the north come to Earl Lane's territory recently?
The serfs were curious, but not panicked. They seemed to firmly believe in Earl Lane and his army. Any powerful enemy would fall in front of the Earl. This was not an inexplicable confidence, but a heartfelt trust and trust in Earl Lane.
Recognition.
"Five years ago, the Knight of the Holy Grail, the lady's divinely chosen champion, the Earl, came here. He promulgated a new law, and then put forward a new slogan. To be honest, we couldn't understand what many of his previous words meant.
." Bono carried a basket of vegetables on his back and said to Raymond: "But there is one sentence that firmly captured our hearts. Our Earl said that all the hard-working people in the territory should be fed every week.
You can all eat chicken once!”
"Ah!" Raymond opened his mouth wide, thinking that there is such a lord?
"Five years have passed, and our dream is gradually coming true. Now my family still can't eat meat once a week, but it's okay to eat it once a month. We are no longer hungry, and we have some food reserves at home. We can eat black bread.
Less, we eat more wheat porridge and fish, and better barley bread. Life is getting better and better. We sincerely thank the count for everything he has brought to us." Bono said very seriously: "
Whoever opposes our count, I, Bono, will be the first to refuse!"
They say the south is good, the south is good, is the south really so good? Raymond just sighed. Along the way, he didn't see any drunken idlers on the roadside, nor did he see any sallow-looking serfs. Everyone's
Their faces were full of confidence and vitality, and some serfs even wore new clothes and had rosy faces after eating.
Those are fine linen clothes. God knows how much this suit of clothes costs?
The merchants drove the carriages. It was unknown what kind of goods were in the carriages, but they made a rumbling sound. Occasionally, a patrol passed by. They were in high spirits, queued up in an orderly manner, and walked neatly.
There is also a team of pointed ears! These wood elves wear single clothes even in the late winter season, but add an animal skin cloak outside. They escort a large amount of goods and mix with the human team. Raymond even noticed some
The merchants also took the initiative to say hello, and the proud elves responded positively.
Oh my God! Oh my God, don't they all say that elves are a group of cruel and ruthless advanced creatures? Whenever they hear the word elves, Raymond's family will be scared to the point of sweating.
The pointy-eared people enjoyed special privileges, and humans avoided their team. The wood elves' carriage team quickly disappeared in front of them.
"Oh my god, this is the first time I've seen elves. They don't seem to hate us very much..." Raymond whispered towards Bono.
"These elves are called wood elves. They have very bad tempers and don't like to communicate with others, but I have to say that they are pretty nice people. Last time I got sick, the medicine I used to treat my illness was from the wood elves trade.
It’s cheap, and the wood elves occasionally come to us to buy medicine.
If you have the materials, you can take advantage of the opportunity to make a small fortune. From this point of view, these pointed ears are not bad." Bono also replied in a low voice: "Of course, the count has an order, so we still have to stay.
If you speak in front of them, it would be bad if it is taken as a provocation."
"It should be, it should be." Raymond said with lingering fear.
There are many signs on the roadside pointing in the direction of the prison. The count seemed to be very humane, considering that the vast majority of serfs were illiterate, so the road signs were a bit strange caricatures.
The cartoon depicts a serf farming hard, and a serf working hard. Then the knights hold bread and porridge in their hands, give the food to the serfs, and then write two very simple words, "work" and "bread" with their heads down.
Even the most ignorant serfs could understand such a simple cartoon. It was nothing more than working in exchange for food. Seeing this, Raymond's family felt a little relieved. Working in exchange for food was fair and what they wanted.
The meaning of the existence of serfs is to work for the lord in exchange for food and the right to survive. At the same time, the lord will also provide military protection for his subjects. This rule has lasted for thousands of years in the world and will continue in the future. Earl Lane
Asking these fugitive slaves to work in exchange for food proves that he needs fugitive slaves.
If he needs escaped slaves, he will definitely not execute and exile poor people like himself casually.
Serfs never objected to hard work, they were afraid of working hard and starving to death.
After walking for several hours, Raymond was a little numb from the novel sightings.
In the distance, towering city walls and city gates appeared in front of Raymond, standing on the earth like gods. The five or six-meter-high city walls blocked the travelers' sight. When they saw the city gates, the count's family crest appeared.
The icons of Zhang and the Lady of the Lake also appeared in front of them.
Among the red and white coat of arms is the golden Holy Grail pattern, and then there is a sharp sword passing through a book. Two ribbons surround the coat of arms, and underneath is written a family motto that the serfs cannot understand.
The city gate was crowded with carriages and people who wanted to enter the city, serfs, free people, merchants, dwarves, wood elves, and many knights who came to seek guidance. Some of them were expeditionary knights, pursuing their Holy Grail, and some
He is a knight errant and wants to serve under Ryan and become his subordinate.
Wood elves, dwarves, and nobles are obviously the first people to enter the city.
But today, the situation was a little different. Whether they were serfs, free people, merchants, knights, nobles, or elves and dwarves, they all made way to allow a female knight and her attendants to enter the city first.
This is a very beautiful female knight, with long golden hair, sassy figure, stunning appearance, perfect figure, riding a war horse, and slowly enters the town of Jean under the respect of everyone.
During the process, there were endless cheers, and everyone was shouting "Hello, our Countess" and "Hello, Mrs. Surya!".
"Kneel down quickly!" Bono quickly motioned for Raymond and others to kneel down, and everyone watched the female knight slowly enter the city.
"That is?"
"That's our Countess! She is the daughter of the Duke of Winford, the Earl's fiancée, and the future Countess! The Countess is a very nice person! Everyone loves her!" Bono kowtowed quickly, with a voice full of admiration.
said.
"Oh~oh!" Raymond had seen the knight's wife. She was a cunning and mean woman who spoke in a strange tone. She loved playing tricks on the serfs. The serfs in the village secretly hated her.
It seems that the situation is different here, Raymond thought secretly.
After queuing for a while, a group of people entered the city. Part of the sky disappeared behind the towering city walls. The first thing they saw was many vendors. Small traders and shopkeepers were selling things at the door. Vegetable sellers, meat sellers, etc.
Raymond's family was dazzled by the variety of stalls selling clothes. Both sides of the street were lined with neat double-storey houses, many of which were beautifully decorated.
The old mother was the most surprised. Among the family, she was the only one who had ever been to the city when she was young.
There was no stench as imagined. In my old mother’s memory, the city was always filled with stench. Both sides of the road were filled with human feces, chicken and duck feces and countless garbage. Residents on the edge of the city had to live with garbage all day long: "
It seems...it's different here."
"You mean rubbish, right? Times have changed." Bono obviously knew this very well: "The count and his courtiers taught us to use excrement to irrigate our farmland, and let me tell you, the effect is really good...it just smells a bit
, but generally speaking, it is acceptable. Since the first bold guy’s family’s field has increased production, feces is now a sought-after thing. Everyone is rushing to get it. Human feces, pig feces, and horse feces are all treasures.
, the treasure of our common people.”
"Now there are toilets everywhere in the city. People use them for convenience, and then the feces will be transported out of the city. Everyone wants their fields to be more productive. If they pay enough to the count, the rest is theirs!"
"Hey, we're about to say goodbye here!" Bono pointed to the dark place in front of a large group of people: "That's the prison."
"Okay!" Raymond put down the basket of vegetables and tried his best to push his family into the large, dark crowd.
There were too many people, maybe more than a hundred people, almost all of whom were escaped slaves from the north. The crowds were crowded together, and each other exuded a strong body odor, like a piece of rotten meat.
But these were still within the tolerance of Raymond and others, and they pushed their way to the front of the crowd.
There were more than a dozen fully armed soldiers inside the prison. In addition, a man who looked like a sergeant stood on a high platform. His commanding and arrogant look reminded Raymond of many knights.
Behind the counter are many merchants, shop owners, and even dwarves, who are all here to recruit workers.
"Outsiders! I'm Denis! I have good news and bad news here. Which one do you want to hear?"
"Bad news!" shouted an escaped slave. He looked very young, with a straight head and no beard.
"The bad news is that many escaped slaves from the north have poured into the towns recently, and a lot of people have been hired for many positions. Many of you who want to be apprentices to dwarves and work in textile workshops should hurry up!"
"Then... what about the good news?" a runaway slave shouted loudly.
"The good news is that we have countless jobs and farmland to be cultivated here. Only you can't do it. There are no jobs that we don't have!!!" The sergeant took out a lot of pieces of paper from his pocket: "Then, tell me I, brothers, who wants to have a full stomach?! Who wants to work in exchange for their own lunch and dinner, and a glass of barley wine after get off work?!"
"Me! Me!!" The crowd seemed to be going crazy, rushing towards the front.
"Who wants to work hard for the Count in exchange for the right to settle here?"
"Me! Me! Me!!!" Hundreds of escaped slaves in the prison had red eyes and shouted loudly. They stretched out their hands towards the sergeant.