our family is gone

Chapter 360
In fact, the team of ten or so people, including the carts, would not take up much space, and the old road still had more than half of the space. If the cavalry really wanted to pass by, there would be no problem at all.

But the problem is that this group of people have just suffered a loss, and there is a backlog of resentment in their hearts, and they are used to being domineering. Everyone else avoids them all the way, but you don't avoid them. What does this mean?
The young and energetic Alvin couldn't stand the slightest bit of grievance. He immediately accelerated and rushed over, raised his hand and reined in his horse, showing superb riding skills, and directly stopped in front of the team.

"Stop them!" Alvin raised his hand and shouted to stop the team, and the stopped cavalry and horses immediately surrounded the group on the old road.

It's just that they are used to being domineering and directly blocking the old roads. However, it is impossible for these refugees to make trouble for this. They would rather wait than provoke these people.

"Why don't you avoid us when you see us? Are you heretics?" Alvin was riding on a horse, looking down at those strange guys, with an undisguised grumpiness on his face.

It's just that there wasn't much response from the team when he called out, only the leader pulling the cart made a hoarse voice.

"Because we can't see or hear..."

This may be a very common statement tone, but to Alvin's ears, it is full of sarcasm.

You must know that Alvin was stabbed with a pitchfork by the most despised farmer just now. Although he was not injured, his noble face was trampled under his feet, which was hitting him in the face.

Now even the refugees dare to ignore themselves?

"Damn untouchable!" Alvin said redly, raised the whip in his hand and threw it at the man forcefully.

This was not a light whip to the eagle group, Alvin almost kicked himself off the horse with all his strength.

Not to mention that the skin is torn apart, at least it must be...

But before the whip he threw fell on the man, he was caught in the air.

Alvin was stunned for a moment before he even reacted, but in the next second more surging anger erupted.

He was going to beat him hard and tell them how to deal with nobles.

But when he tried to pull back the whip, he found that it didn't move at all, which made him anxious and irritable.

It is impossible for him to let go of the face problem, but no matter how hard he tries in the confrontation of power, it is difficult to pull back the whip, and it is even more difficult to shake the person on the other end of the whip.

how can that be?

Alvin felt more and more weird what happened after he entered Hamlet.

But now his strength is not as good as that of a refugee?

Young people lack social experience and are easy to get in the way, but the baron has always been calm.

Although he also has opinions on not avoiding these people, after all, he is also a nobleman.

That's why Alvin was allowed to mess around, and it was better to let him vent his temper on others than on himself.

But after observing, he immediately noticed something was wrong, and hurriedly drove forward to find steps for Alvin to ease the weird atmosphere.

"We are also tracking down the cultists, and we naturally have to ask about people who are unusual."

The baron took advantage of the situation and reached out to hold down the horsewhip. He seemed to be blocking it, but he was also exerting his strength secretly, but he didn't expect that the strength of the two of them would not be able to shake each other.

Noticing that the baron's attitude changed suddenly, a smile appeared on his seemingly bushy-eyed face.

"There may be some misunderstanding between everyone."

Turning around, he comforted Alvin again.

"Forget it, my lord. I think they really just didn't find out, not cultists."

"Hmph! I'll let you off this time." Alvin was always on the verge of getting off a tiger, but the baron gave him the steps and naturally he had to go down.

The man didn't bother with the matter and let go of the whip, and the tense atmosphere seemed to ease down.

But at this moment, the man said another sentence.

"Bullying the weak is against the way of chivalry. If you want to go further, you must first be righteous and do good deeds..."

It's just that before he finished speaking, Alvin roared like a roar.

"What is your identity? Dare to teach me how to do things!"

This sentence is also a kind of humiliation to Alvin. He is a nobleman, but he was preached by a refugee.

While yelling, he wanted to draw out his long sword and slashed at this guy.

Although the baron felt quite right when he heard the man's words, he could only agree with him in his heart. Seeing this, he quickly stopped Alvin and moved closer to warn him.

"My lord! My lord! They are infected with the plague, stay away from them."

Fear and disgust appeared on Alvin's face when he heard the words, and his brain, which was filled with stress and anger, gained a little clarity.

Looking at those people again, I finally realized what happened. If it was really the refugees who were surrounded by me, I would have cried and begged for mercy.

But what about these people?There was no reaction at all, like twisted and weird wood wrapped in rags, and the exposed skin was twisted and festered like bark.

These same people don't see fear or other emotions in their eyes, only deep numbness, as if they have already died, and what drives this "corpse" is only the pain of being tortured but not released, and imprisoned.

Alvin pulled the rein subconsciously and backed away, seeing the whip in his hand reacted violently and quickly threw it away, as if he was afraid of getting something contaminated.

"Unlucky!" Alvin turned his head and greeted the cavalry, "Go, go."

This anticlimactic farce ended with Alvin and the others leaving, and under certain circumstances the disease became their talisman.

But no one cares, there are too many similar things along the way.

To him, those sick and weak people were far less disgusting than the malicious dislike and whispering of those nobles.

The man just picked up the cart silently and continued to move forward, as if those ascetics wanted to carry all the suffering in the world on their shoulders.

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In fact, apart from the small town, Hamlet's territory currently controlled by Lance actually includes three large farms that have been reclaimed outside, as well as the wilderness development area that continues to expand to the north.

At the beginning of the design, it was not that kind of barbaric development, but a large-scale farm that had been planned accordingly. The three reclamation farms were located in several directions of the town, integrating agriculture and animal husbandry, and could accommodate a thousand people.

According to the plan, the output of these farms will support the town of Hamlet, so that it can get rid of the shackles of food, and develop modernization such as handicrafts, industry and commerce into a city.

But this is just a plan, and there is still a long way to go before it can be realized.

Driven by Lance's strong hand, these farms are now developing very rapidly.

The wilderness that was originally occupied by trees was opened up, and everyone was assigned their own tasks to manage as a team.

Logging, plowing, herding cattle and sheep, water conservancy, composting... There are too many jobs waiting for them.

Lance also specially asked them to pay attention to some fruit trees and berry bushes, and set aside a special area for transplanting, and kept those that could not be moved.

Much of the livestock was evacuated from the working farm before it was destroyed by a fire.

These things were all transferred to the three farms after the war, which promoted the development of animal husbandry. Chickens, pigs, cattle and sheep ate all kinds of fresh and juicy forage obtained from reclamation, as well as some vegetables and fruits.

Lance also improved the feed formula with fishery waste, and these nutrient-rich feeds supplemented rapid growth.

In particular, the number of chickens with a relatively short growth cycle has increased sharply after breeding, and the prices of eggs and chicken have been suppressed, and everyone can afford it.

Some people can even choose to add dishes between fish and chicken, which is something they didn't even dare to think about before.

Cattle, sheep, and pigs select high-quality reserved seeds for breeding, and those that are specially raised for food must be fanned. This will allow them to fatten quietly, sleep when they are full, and will not go into heat and consume energy, nor will they be irritable and make trouble, and it can also reduce the fishy smell.

In order to promote a policy, Lance even personally taught them how to castrate those livestock and the post-operative care.

At the same time, the excrement produced by those livestock cannot be used directly. There are various eggs, bacteria and viruses in it. Only after fermentation and high temperature can the various things in it be killed, and the fertility is released at the same time.

After the road between the farm and the town was built, the exchanges between the two sides became more frequent, and bullock carts continued to pass through it.

Wood, stone, wool, eggs and milk are imported into the town through this road, and the town will also export some such as salt, cloth, fish, and farm tools.

The development of the farm is also booming!

The summer sun always gets up very early, and there is a twilight in the sky at four or five o'clock in the morning.

But earlier than the sun are hard-working farmers, and the farm is alive before dawn.

Wake up from the assigned house, eat freshly baked bread and boiled fish porridge, and have good work performance with extra meals such as eggs and milk.

After eating and drinking, it was the beginning of another day's work, but they all showed a very positive look, without the numbness and haggardness of serfs at all.

The reason is simple, just like the preferential treatment just now, the more they really do here, the better the treatment, and the sooner they can become real Hamleters and get their own land.

This can't be faked, because you have as many trees as the loggers cut, and as many pounds of milk as the milker milked. These are all recorded.

Under the literacy campaign that the lord spared no effort, everyone can still recognize simple numbers, and some policies can be understood even if they don't understand them.

Whoever wants to fake and cheat, if the number is not matched, the Ministry of Internal Affairs will come to the door.

At that time, it will not be a matter of Dao Le, but an invitation for a private seat in the nursing home.

The reputation of the sanatorium has even reached here.

Of course, you can also choose to resist violently, then the army stationed here will tell you who is the real master here.

There is a camp built on the edge of the farm away from the center, as well as a wooden sentry tower for sentry.

Fifty soldiers are stationed here, they are responsible for the safety of the farm, and they rotate every seven days.

In fact, the farm itself also has a sheriff. Although the strength is definitely not comparable to that led by William in the town, the situation in dealing with the farm is actually similar. At least it has not been heard of any problems for so long.

Now everyone's life has a rush, and the days are getting better day by day. There is no situation where there will be no troubles, and no troubles will be caused.

So all they need to do is patrol the surrounding area, guard the sentry tower, and tell the people on the farm who the real owner of this place is.

It is the troops who are on duty in the northern development zone that really often fight.

But in reality the wilds have been erupting in fights, especially with the crazed cultists.

Ordinary townspeople don't know because they are well protected by the lord and his army.

On the contrary, this farm didn't have many fierce battles, at most it was beasts that came out of the wasteland, or some sporadic giant spiders.

In comparison, it is like a vacation, so there are only 50 people stationed in these places, while the Western Development Zone has 200 people and high-level officials.

The people in the barracks also woke up early to do exercises, and completed some basic training to ensure their status.

Then they will have breakfast in the canteen of the camp. Compared with those ordinary people, their food is much better.

The bread is almost the same, but they are paired with large pieces of salt-fried fish, and there is unlimited supply of eggs and milk, as long as you can eat it without wasting it.

Few people can afford this kind of treatment, even the emperor's royal guard may be at this level.

The high-intensity training makes their appetites bigger than ordinary people, but everyone usually eats [-]% to [-]% because they are not recruits anymore, and after getting used to the treatment in the military camp, they will not think that this is the last meal.

What's more important is that there will be patrols later, they must ensure their condition, and eating too much will affect their combat effectiveness.

There is still a little time after eating and drinking, and when people get together and have nothing to do, it is inevitable to chat.

"I heard that they have all put on new equipment. It will be almost the same when we go back, right?"

"That's right, it seems that a knife needs to be mounted on the front of the gun. How do I mount it?"

"Whatever, I heard the cavalry guys seem to be carrying pistols."

"The fucking cavalrymen were raised by their own mothers, and all good things are given priority to them. We spearmen were raised by our stepmothers, and we still hold this broken wooden stick."

A soldier grumbled, apparently a spearman whose musket was used only in routine training.

It's not that there are no muskets for them to use, but that a gun formation composed of spearmen must be used to block the enemy in order to ensure the safe output of the musketeers.

"Just be content with it. The artillery has been formed for so long, and they still only have one training gun."

Hearing this, the soldier who complained just now thought that there was at least someone worse than them, and immediately smiled on his face, and nodded in agreement: "That's okay, at least we have guys in our hands who have done it with the enemy."

"Hahaha!"

The other soldiers couldn't help laughing when they heard this, which made everyone laugh, and the camp was filled with a happy atmosphere.

It's no wonder they have such a big grievance, but the horses were given to the cavalry, the armor was given to the cavalry, and the new saber was also given to the cavalry, and now they have to be equipped with pistols.

And the musketeers have fixed ammunition, and I heard that they also have bayonets.

They saw that it was never their turn to update the equipment. The other brothers were almost done changing, and they were still holding worn-out spears. When would it be their turn to get new equipment?
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