From pioneer lord to king

Chapter 90
Pem was once a refugee. Unlike most people, he was not from the Celtic Territory, but from the Farther Territory Territory.

The baron there also failed to resist the invasion of the orcs, so he was also forced to embark on a wandering road, where he suffered hardships, starved and cold.

He also tried to pray to the gods, hoping that Allah could save his poor believer, but the words of prayer were blown away by the bitter cold wind as soon as he uttered them.

The gods did not lower their proud heads in the end. Instead, it was the scouts from Kanar who brought the news of Sanctuary from the cold wind.

The new baron of Cannerland, he is willing to accept people who suffer like him. The moment he entered the city, the baron was already on par with the true god in his heart.

In the refugee area, together with other refugees, he had a shack that could shelter from the wind and rain. Although the place was crowded and there were leaks everywhere, that night was the most peaceful night he slept.

The most surprising thing is that after waking up, there is still a large bowl of steaming white rice porridge, which is very thick, and it is not a foolish thing like a bowl of water with a few grains of rice.

At that moment, the image of the baron in his heart has surpassed that of a god.

At first, Pem was a little worried that he would be degraded as a slave, because this is a common practice that lords everywhere treat refugees. Although he has not experienced it, he has heard it from many traveling merchants.

After all, no livestock is as useful as a slave.

But the baron named Ryan once again exceeded his expectations. Indeed, some people were reduced to slaves, but they were not refugees, but captives. It is said that they also participated in the attack on the territory.

"It deserves it, thanks to the lord's kindness, this didn't kill them." This was Pem's real thought at that time.

Later, those Perms never saw those slaves. According to the officials in charge of them, they wanted to build territories to redeem themselves and cleanse themselves of their sins.

Pem still felt that the lord was too kind, because he heard that the slaves could also eat thick white rice porridge every day, but in his opinion, it was unnecessary.

"Hey, Pem, there is a forest of green poles on the hill ahead, let's go there quickly." The voice of his companion rang in his ears, waking up some distracted Pem.

"That's really great. It seems that we will be able to finish Lord Hevian's mission very soon today, and we can have a meal with mixed vegetables when we go back early." Perm smiled, and his pace quickened.

Because of Ryan's work-for-relief order, the free supply of food for refugees has been greatly reduced. They must use labor to obtain food. Men, women, old and children, all of them are included when they reach a certain age.

Those who complete the task early can eat dry rice cooked with wild vegetables, pickles and rice. It tastes very good. It is said that it was invented by the lord.

Those who went back late had only porridge to drink, but it was also a very precious food for refugees.

Holding a simple hatchet in hand, Pem and his companions plunged into this large-scale green pole forest. These plants that grow entangled with each other like vines can be said to be everywhere.

Pem was a lumberjack before, so cutting green poles is not easy.

After a while, the two chopped green poles of dozens of pounds each, tied them up with vines and carried them on their shoulders, talking and laughing, and returned to the territory. It was strange that there was a smile on the faces of the refugees?
In the wilderness outside the city, the team of two gradually turned into ten, twenty... More and more teams that went out to cut green poles began to turn around.

The two also felt a little more urgency in their hearts. They trotted a few steps and returned to the handover point under the watchful eyes of the city defense soldiers. After weighing the weight, the officials in charge of counting handed out a small piece of bamboo with some small characters written on it.

This is the voucher for them to complete the work. This bamboo piece can be used to exchange for a dinner. This method makes him feel very novel. In the past, everyone gathered together and waited for the meal. It is said that this was also proposed by the baron. ... Meal tickets?
Pem thought it was very appropriate, but he was curious about what the lord would do with these green rods, and there were such a large quantity, which was no less than a thousand pounds just now.

Soon, his curiosity was about to be satisfied. After eating a large bowl full of mixed vegetables, an official from the Government Affairs Office named Sivis approached him.

"Now the baron needs to hire a hundred strong and strong men. If they are selected and able to perform the tasks assigned by the baron, you will be able to eat two meals of mixed vegetables every day and subsidize one egg a day."

Sivis stood on the small bench and read Ryan's order hoarsely to the surrounding refugees.

After hearing about an egg a day, Pem was moved. Whether it was to satisfy his curiosity or his appetite, he wanted to sign up.

The registration enthusiasm at the scene was also very high. Pem was finally selected with a burly figure, but his companion was rejected early because he was too thin.

In a mood of anticipation, he followed Lord Sivis into the legendary castle. He was just like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, and everything he saw was novel.

"It's so beautiful." Looking at the gorgeous dresses of the soldiers in the castle, Perm was a little envious. He had never worn such beautiful clothes.

In a wooden house that looked a bit like a large warehouse, they not only saw Mr. De Lai, the political officer, but also Mr. Baron.

This was the first time he saw the lord with his own eyes. He was as young and handsome as the rumors said, with a gentle smile on his face, and he didn't have the hostility of Baron Jinyanhua at all.

Looking around, I found piles of green poles, some big vats half a person's height, how many big stone rollers and how many cows?

This strange configuration made him a little imaginative, and he felt a sense of excitement to be exposed to novel things.

"Gentlemen, to be able to stand out from the many lords proves that your physical fitness should be very outstanding. You may have seen me, my name is Ryan Ray Black, your lord.

Your task is very simple and heavy at the same time. There is to squeeze these thousands of pounds of green stems into juice, and there will be a steady stream of green stems coming from behind.

Your speed must be fast, squeeze them out before they go bad, if you finish them well, I will have other rewards, Sivis, you are in charge of managing them. "

Ryan's voice was unhurried, without that kind of domineering feeling, let alone contempt from above.

Especially the phrase "I am your lord" made Perm excited. After all, in the eyes of others, he was just a refugee and not a subject under the lord's rule.

After Sivis said a few words, he began to allocate manpower and work.

The job Pem got was relatively simple, that is, to put bundles of green poles under those huge stone mills, and then watch others drive the oxen and pull the stone mills to squeeze them into dark green juice...

　Thank you for the rewards and tickets from the judges, thank you~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)