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Chapter 77 Road Construction Religious Treasures Are Worthy in the World
Walpole was a freedman of Trondheim.

Not long ago, because of an illness, he became a serf of a local noble lord for the sake of treatment.

Fortunately, the disease finally recovered, and the wives and daughters survived.

The autumn harvest is coming soon, and life will get better after the autumn harvest.

Just when the Walpoles were looking forward to it, the tax collector arrived with a team of followers.

They brought bad news: "Because of the war, the land rent will be increased by 10 silver coins this year."

Walpole's eyes widened: "Add that much?!"

When he was a freeman, he could only earn just over a hundred silver coins a year from land and livestock.

When you become a serf, you have to pay land rent, but this time it will increase by 10 silver coins.

Even though Walpole has no mathematical ability and can't calculate how much more, he still knows that this is a figure that he can hardly bear.

"More than that."

The tax officer also said that a license fee must be paid.

Walpole asked subconsciously which ones there were.

Then the tax collector told him almost everything he could think of.

License fee for tenancy rights, license fee for marrying daughter, license fee for mill, license fee for sending children to school
Even fetching firewood or brambles to repair fences and house repairs cost money!
"Besides, as a serf, you still have some obligations to do."

"If your lord's sons become warriors, you're entitled to the ceremony, but you'll have to pay a fee."

"If the master's daughter gets married, you will also have to pay tax on the dowry."

The tax officer said it very neatly, and it was obviously not the first time.

Walpole became more and more shocked as he listened.

Hearing this, he blushed angrily: "How could the master do this!"

The tax officer curled his lips: "This is an advanced concept that the master learned from England through the missionaries taught by the heavenly father."

"The English can do it, why can't we as Norwegians who are better than the English?"

"Wapole, I'm warning you, you are now my master's serf, these are your obligations, don't refuse to perform them violently!"

"If you don't do it, people will do it!"

"By the way, there is another obligation. If you die, as a liability for death, you will owe the lord your best livestock."

The tax collector left.

Walpole sat blankly in his family's thatched hut.

In summer and autumn, the house smelled stuffy, full of sweat and excrement, and mosquitoes were buzzing around.

The wife said worriedly: "I did the math, and I added 10 silver coins, and the family has no money at all. When the time comes, it will be about eating and harvesting."

".I'll take care of it."

"How can you solve it?"

"I said I'll fix it!"

"Mom and Dad."

There is already a ten-year-old daughter standing between the husband and wife.

Walpole looked at his daughter's cute little face, suppressed his boredom, and managed a smile.

Before the autumn harvest, the tax collector came.

Walpole begged humbly.

In return, they were ridiculed and beaten by tax officials.

"Don't pay? Then let your daughter do it."

"!"

By the time Walpole recovered, he had already slashed the tax collector.

Before he was hacked to death, he was detained by the Viking warriors who followed the tax officer and served as a prisoner for trial.

"As a serf, if you don't even fulfill your obligations because you may not have enough to eat for the whole family, behead him!"

"Walpole!"

"father!"

The master’s superior voice of judgment.

The cries of wives and daughters.

Knife light flickered.

puff!
Hot blood stained Walpole's face.

Walpole raised his head blankly and looked at the black-haired man in front of him who hacked the executioner to death.

The sun was dazzling, and he couldn't see his face clearly. He could only see the A-shaped badge swaying on his chest.

The black-haired man looked at him, then at the mother and daughter kneeling on the mud below, threw down a piece of fish cake, then raised his long sword and roared, "Nobles are shit!"

"No one can oppress the sons of Io!"

"Fight in! Grab the food!"

"Ula!"

The words of the dark-haired man seemed to have magic, and the peasants rioted.

His back is like a god, and he can defeat a large number of Viking warriors with every move.

When Walpole came back to his senses, the aristocratic gentlemen who judged him had already fallen into the mud.

The tax official, who always looked down on people with a whip, shook his head like a big gray mouse.

The property of the gentlemen was also copied.

Back to the sun.

The black-haired man raised his arms and shouted, "Look! They have the most wealth even though they haven't worked a day!"

"They are still not satisfied, and they will continue to squeeze you!"

"Can you bear it?"

"You can't just come with me!"

"Nobles, you don't want to be nice to them, I will be nice to them!"

"If you don't do it, people will do it!"

"Follow the Io Cult and defeat them!"

"Share the food! Live a good life!"

"Ula!"

"Ula!"

Walpole suddenly came to his senses, the judgment seat in front of him was no longer the one that he would remember all his life.

Dusty construction site.

Everyone was doing it enthusiastically, shouting slogans in unison.

The foreman patted him on the shoulder: "Walpole, what are you doing?"

Walpole nodded subconsciously.

The foreman slapped him on the back and gave him a nod: "Straighten your back!"

"The saint said, I, the son of Io, is the most honorable to work with sweat, and I don't need to curry favor with anyone!"

"Wait, Walpole, are you crying?"

"I'm sweating!"

Walpole wiped his face.

The foreman grinned: "Did you miss your family just now?"

"Don't worry, it's our team's turn to rest after today's work, and we can go back and have a look."

"If you really want to, you can send a letter."

"Building roads is important."

"The sage said, if you want to get rich, build roads first."

"It is precisely because of the road we have built that we can have post stations and messengers along the way."

"Let me tell you, I received a letter yesterday. My son has made great progress in the exam recently!"

"This kid used to follow the sons of nobles and act as their host. If he hadn't been a saint, I wouldn't have known he had such a strong talent for learning."

The foreman's smile became even brighter: "I'm not showing off, I didn't teach much, and he got second place in the exam."

Walpole nodded sympathetically: "Yeah, I didn't know that my daughter was so good at studying that she could take the No.1 exam."

The foreman's smile froze: "."

"Good boy, please drink later!"

After grabbing his neck hard, the foreman joked a few words and continued to lead the people to build the road.

When it was time for dinner, the foreman yelled: "Rest!"

The workers wiped their sweat and lined up in an orderly manner to get meals.

The main course is traditional fish cakes, and each person also has a glass of ale.

The main course is a variety of fish.

Since the improvement of fishing technology, backed by the two major fishing grounds of the North Sea and the Norwegian Sea, it is impossible to eat all kinds of seafood.

Walpole was working on the lobster when he suddenly saw this black group of people being escorted over.

"Those are the prisoners of war that were just brought in?"

"Yes."

"Great, now the progress of the road construction project can be accelerated again."

"Wait, that seems to be a saint?"

"Long live the saint!"

Walpole and his workers cheered wildly with a big lobster in one hand and ale in the other.

Feng Daofu turned his head and waved to them with a smile. He kindly expressed his condolences to the food treatment, checked the security system, and then made arrangements for the newly captured prisoners.

Some of these labor reformers were arrested from other cities, and some were rogues such as the Birch Leather Shoes Party.

The latter is mostly the case, also because of the War of Kings in Norway.

In the Middle Ages, the boundaries between states, and even the boundaries between territories, would not be as clear as they are in modern times.

If a conflict breaks out between the two forces, a small group of troops from country A will harass, plunder, withdraw or camp; country B will retaliate and return.

This is the daily life on the frontiers of ancient countries.

In this long-term tug-of-war situation, armed gangs such as bandits will breed, further poisoning the local area and creating chaos.

Eventually, border areas will be turned into no man's land by long-term low-intensity conflicts and breakdown of security.

At this time, this section of the border can be said to be fixed.

Because of the desolate and bandit-infested areas, the cost of treating them is far higher than the benefits.

Taking over the management of cities such as Bergen from Olaf III and starting to implement one city, two systems does not mean that Norway has been completely ruled.

There are only a few core cities such as Bergen and Oslo that are really included in Vondorf's management, and most of the other territories are outside the sphere of influence.

This is something Feng Daofu does not allow.

Such a waste!

Because of the warm North Atlantic Current, Norway has high farming potential—compared to Sweden and Finland.

Modern Norway has 1287 million mu of land, and the animal husbandry industry is very developed. The Norwegian Sea and the North Sea are both one of the best fishing grounds in the world, with an average annual catch of more than 250 million tons!

Cities such as Bergen and Oslo made their fortunes by selling seafood and became one of the largest cities in Northern Europe.

The population of the territory he currently controls is only 50 million, and he can't finish eating so much fish until he vomits.

Of course, people can't just eat fish.

However, under his command, the Slavic clan's autumn harvest was as good as expected, enough to support more people.

These grains are the foundation.

Vondolf not only wants to return to its peak, but also to achieve greater success and truly tap into Norway’s farming potential.

This requires more manpower.

So during this time, Feng Daofu has been busy searching homes, I mean redistributing resources.

In order to appease the morale of the army, he also baptized the girls in Bergen who were engaged in import and export trade.

Let the girls start a new life, marry the unmarried young and honest men of the Southern Expeditionary Army, and let them settle down in Norway.

These have received professional training for more than half a year, and have been baptized day and night in military life, and they are completely in the shape of saints.

They settled in the whole of Norway, which was the nails that Vondorf dropped in this new territory.

Converting, preaching, and sending warmth are one-stop.

Once the graduates of Sankore University are in place, Vondorf's black hand can spread to the whole of Norway.

This requires a process.

In order to speed up the process, Vondolf used the original start-up capital obtained from ransacking homes to suck all the idle manpower into the medieval super project.

Starting from Oslo, Bergen-Sognefjord-Eagle Route-North Atlantic Highway-Trondheim-Sundsvall-Norse Tribe.

A road of thousands of kilometers!

Now the territory is scattered and divided by the Scandinavian mountains, which is very unfavorable for governance.

The smooth and smooth roads are the blood of a region. If the blood is not flowing smoothly, this region is destined to fail to prosper. It is necessary to build a three-country road connecting Norway/Northern Sweden/Finland.

In addition to facilitating governance and transportation, the large infrastructure can also appease the hearts of the people, maintain the stability of the new ruling territory, and restore order to the chaos caused by the War of Kings in the past.

The only problem is the difficulty of building roads.

"Is there any difficulty in building the road?"

"It's not difficult, it's not difficult. Everyone just works for six hours, gets one hour's rest for lunch, has meat dishes for three meals, and has holidays every month. This is already good enough. We all want to use the time we have after get off work to organize activities. Use it to work.”

"This is not possible. This road is very difficult. If you are too tired, casualties may occur. The life of every son of Io is very important, and safety issues cannot be ignored just to keep up with the progress."

Anyway, the progress is not bad, even faster than the normal continuous rotation.

In addition to being cultivated by the civil engineering team, it is also because of a little help from the panel.

"Civil Engineering Manual (Io Cult treasure, construction cost -10.0%, construction time -10.0%, construction penalty -10%)"

"Medical Manual (Io Cult treasure, believers' disease resistance +30%)"

He had compiled these manuals long ago, but they lacked the corresponding core teachings.

Later, mendicant preachers and ancestor worship were highlighted. The two manuals, like the original midwifery forceps, became the prototype of the treasure, triggering the prerequisites for the treasure.

Both requirements are a sufficient number of followers.

Not long ago, another Norwegian city was captured, finally meeting the requirements and allowing them to complete their transformation.

Feng Daofu said in his heart that if he hadn't been cheated, how could he play medieval high-welfare projects with you.

Taking into account the construction speed bonus of his specialty, the speed of road construction skyrockets.

Since the efficiency is not bad, the life of each worker must be more important.

The more skilled workers there are, the more value they can create for Master Feng!

Feeling happy, Feng Daofu finished speaking to the new labor reformers, and took the rotating civil dogs home.

"father!"

"husband!"

Walpole grinned brightly, hugged his wife and daughter, and put his ear on his wife's belly, making his wife coquettish.

"son!"

Beside him, the foreman put down his one-shoulder tool bag, and hugged his leaping son with a hearty laugh. He put his head against his head, and his beard rubbed against his tender face.

Husband and wife hugging, father and son laughing, happy family
Feng Daofu raised the corners of his mouth, hummed softly, and walked towards the women who greeted him.

"The night is endless, you and I are hand in hand."

"The scorching sun will always rise, and the dawn will eventually appear."

"It is those karmic bonds that make us content without regrets, and we have nothing more to ask for."

"It is those fleeting years that leave us with no other wishes and no plans."

"Father's love, wedding dance, New Year's expectations, close friends talking and drinking, soldiers returning home, firm belief, full of expectations."

"The new life after the disaster, the mother's prayer, the shooting stars in the sky, the sea breeze blowing on the face, the lover's kiss, the inseparability and inseparability, the gorgeous fireworks."

"It is these secular fireworks that keep us alive. It is those troubled years that make us bewildered."

"The world is so worth it"

　Calvin, I spent most of the day looking for inspiration, sorry for the late update!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)