I'm an Aristocrat, but I've Started a Farming System

A few pieces of cloth were hanging on his body. Negi was walking barefoot on the road. Pebbles rattled the soles of his feet, but he didn't feel any pain. Maybe he was used to it, or maybe he was numb and no longer felt pain.

He looked up at the front. The tall horse was so handsome, and the sound of the horse's hooves hitting the ground was intoxicating.

Lower your head quickly, do you want to be hanged? The old man on the side scolded in a low voice.

Naji quickly lowered his head and looked at his dark and frostbitten feet, but he still couldn't help but look around.

He is not the only one in the team who is like this, there are many others who are like this. These people are newly serfs. Compared with those who have been serfs for many years, they still have a little hope for life.

Last winter was extremely cold. A snowstorm swept across a large area of ​​land, damaging countless houses and freezing to death.

Negi was a commoner who mastered carpentry skills before. His father was also a carpenter, and his mother was a tailor. Relying on their crafts, their family lived a good life, but they also had enough food and clothing.

But the lord suddenly imposed a tax, especially on craftsmen like them, called the winter fee. It was said that they could survive the winter only because of the help of the lord.

The taxes were very high, and their family could barely pay them. As a result, they spent the whole winter in a state of hunger and cold. Finally, when the spring plowing season came, the lord wanted to collect taxes again, and they could not pay them. money, they became serfs.

All three members of the family were imprisoned here, huddled together, waiting to be bought. Until not long ago, his father was bought by a nobleman with money.

Not just them, there are some people here too.

They don't understand why they continue to collect money after paying it. They can obviously wait for a while and make money, but the lord is so urgent.

All this has passed. They were bought. I heard from other serfs that someone who could buy so many people at once must be a noble lord.

It's just a little strange why they are walking towards the forest. Could it be that the lord's territory is inside.

After walking for a while, they entered the forest. The surrounding trees were tall and blocked the sun, which also made the serfs fearful. They even thought that they had bought them to raise wild animals.

Listening to the scared voices of others around him, Negi muttered, I am a carpenter, I should be able to continue doing this job.

The old man on the side glanced at him and said, Don't think about it. The lord bought us just for farming and mining. They don't care what you know.

What else did Negi want to say.

The old man warned him, Don't talk so much, or you will die faster than anyone else.

Negi closed his mouth.

After passing through the forest, they came to a small town. Compared to Sheep Town, there were very few people here, but the streets were particularly clean and there was no foul smell in the air.

The adults asked them to wait here, and the serfs stopped immediately, not daring to make any move.

Karis took out a pen and paper from the castle and conducted household registration statistics for these serfs according to the master's order.

What's your name, how old you are, and what skills you have. Karis asked in detail.

My name is Darcy, twenty, twenty-one or twenty-three.

The serf who was questioned stumbled when mentioning his age and did not know the exact age at all.

Karis is not surprised. When he counted the residents of the town, some of them were like this. They didn't even know the words and only knew a rough idea of ​​their age. Only those who could read and write could tell their age accurately.

In this case, he would put a mark after the name to give a rough age range.

Where are the skills?

Huh? Darcy was puzzled.

Just what have you done before?

Farming.

Karis wrote down the fields and then asked about the second person.

Negi looked at the adult who asked the question with fear. He always felt that the other person was very serious, and he felt like he would hang them immediately if he didn't answer well.

Name, age, what? Karis asked expressionlessly.

The serfs whom I asked earlier knew nothing but farming, which made him, the person who asked the question, a little mentally tired.

Nagi, twenty, I'm a carpenter. Negi replied with a trembling voice.

Karis was shocked and looked over, Do you know how to read?

Naji nodded quickly, For a carpenter, literacy is a must. My father once said that if you want to make better things, you should learn more.

After finishing speaking, Naji realized that he had said too much. He lowered his head, thinking that he would not be hanged.

What surprised him was that instead of blaming him, the other party had a tone of praise.

You're right, your father is a good father.

Karis made a circle and mark behind his name.

We welcome capable people here! Karis added.

He came to the next person and asked.

My name is Bente. I am about forty-three or forty-five this year. I can keep bees. After hearing the adult's words, the old man suddenly realized that this might be an opportunity.

Beekeeping? Karis was surprised and looked at the other person carefully.

This age is considered a long life for a serf. It is not easy to survive until now.

Bent hurriedly said: When I was young, I kept bees for a viscount, and the honey produced was very good in taste and variety.

Karis asked: Beekeeping is not easy, why did you become a serf?

Bente hesitated, and just when he was about to lie, Karis's voice rang in his ears, If you dare to tell a lie, a hot stone will be stuffed into your mouth.

It's because the bees I kept stung the housekeeper in the Lord's castle, and they wanted to hang me. Bent immediately told the truth.

Then how did you survive?

At that time, a lord attacked the viscount's territory. They went to deal with the matter and ignored me. Later, the viscount lost and lost a lot of land and serfs, and I was among them. Bent explained.

Karis looked at him a few more times. This old man had really experienced a lot.

He did not continue to ask, but walked towards the others.

Bente felt uneasy in his heart. He really didn't expect that the Lord would ask so many questions, and he regretted saying it. A bee stinging the housekeeper is not a small matter. If it happens again in the future, maybe the Lord will do it because of it. Hang yourself with this question.

He is praying now that he does not want to continue beekeeping. The best result is that he can farm stably.