Our family is in decline

Lance tried his best to exaggerate the terrifying atmosphere of the outside world, instilling fear in a few people who were already isolated.

But he didn't cut too hard, leaving some room for them, otherwise the leeks wouldn't grow even if they were cut deeply.

"Your biggest pressure is to accumulate mold in the warehouse, but I will risk my life, and the pressure is greater than you.

What's more, this is a long-term deal. Not only food, but also other products can be brought to my caravan at a reasonable price, and we can make money together in the future. "

The four of them figured it out and decided that instead of letting the food get moldy, it would be better to exchange for some money.

"Okay, happy to work with you."

The deal was finalized at the dinner table, and after dinner they took Lance to the farm to inspect.

Lance looked at the inventory of these people and found that it was very abundant. As expected, the land within Hamlet's territory was indeed fertile.

It can only be said that they are very poor and have a lot of food. This sentence does not seem to conflict with them.

Those farmers tried their best to sell the goods they had, and even took the initiative to send several old trucks to help Lance transport more grain, and drove the serfs to help load the trucks.

The bags of grain were stacked and tied up like a hill. Listening to the squeaking sound from the wheel hub, I was afraid that it would not be able to withstand it and break in the next second.

Fortunately, Lance killed the horse bandits and took the more than twenty horses, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to take away much food. Thinking of the brothers who sent the horses, he was a little moved.

"This is the payment for the goods. The money must be paid in full." Lance handed over to them in person after inspecting the goods.

Those people were a little surprised when they looked at the small bag that was handed over, but until the golden coins fell out, they almost laughed from ear to ear just listening to the sound of the gold coins colliding. At the same time, they also believed how powerful Lance was behind him. tough.

Lance ignored their silly looks and turned around to speak to the serfs who were loading the truck.

"Everyone who has finished loading the truck can come to me to receive a copper coin as a reward."

Those serfs who were brought over by the farmers immediately became enthusiastic when they heard that they had money. They thought they were unlucky when they were called over to do coolies, otherwise they would not even have food to eat.

But now that I have money, my unorganized work attitude has improved, and my efficiency has improved. The loading of the truck was quickly completed, and everything was organized securely.

Lance actually distributed a copper coin to each of them as agreed. Only when those people held it in their hands did they feel that they were chosen.

But the farmers were very surprised when they saw this scene. Wouldn't it be nice to give them money? Why give it to these serfs?

Not wanting to be happy anymore, he quickly stepped forward and asked Lance what he wanted to do.

"It's our caravan's habit to just give a little reward, it's nothing."

Lance said casually, then turned to remind the farmers.

"You guys remember this is the first transaction. If you want to make money together in the future, don't cheat me with some inferior goods. Otherwise, everyone will have no food to eat."

The prices he set were all for high-quality grains, while inferior grains were priced at another price.

If these people are not clear-headed, it is possible for them to mix it up with inferior quality products, so a warning is needed.

As expected, Lance's warning drew their attention back, and he quickly emphasized that he would not do such a thing.

The caravan set off, and more than a dozen fully loaded cars passed through the town like a long queue.

Leonard, who was following behind, noticed that as soon as they left, the farmers took back all the money Lance had just given to the serfs, and immediately drove forward to tell the lord about this.

Disma, who was standing aside before Lance could speak, spoke first.

"Sir, do you want to warn them?"

"After the money is given, it has nothing to do with us. What they do with it is their business."

Lance didn't care at all, or he had already guessed that those people would not be able to keep the money, but he gave the money in front of the farmer.

Of course he had his reasons for doing this. It was as simple as spending money to win people's hearts, but more than twenty copper coins could leave a deep memory of his caravan's reputation in the hearts of those serfs.

The farmers' robbery actually helped him. The harder they exploited, the easier it would be for him to gain the support of the serfs when he took over.

Everything was in his plan, and his goal had been achieved, so there was no need to really care about the survival of those serfs, because he really had no way to intervene.

Now of course he can take action and kill the mayor and those farmers, but what next?

Who will govern? Don't think that managing a town of a thousand people is an easy job, he has a deep understanding.

He only has these few people at his disposal, so it would be unwise to spread his strength around. The only one who can do this is Walt.

But Walter is still useful and cannot be wasted in a place like this, so he can only keep them, at least they can maintain stability, and everyone will have a bite to eat and not starve to death.

When he has enough savings and strength, he can directly regain the territory. Then those guys will have to pay him back the money they got from him.

It is equivalent to going out for a round of money and bringing back a large amount of food.

This pig is called "Heshen". If it is fattened and killed, it will end up in his belly. As for now...

No matter how hard it is for the people, they will bear the blame anyway.

"Disma is coming with me to scout ahead."

Lance shouted, then drove his horse forward, and Disma followed without hesitation.

After the two separated the main force, Lance said leisurely, "Do you know why I asked you to come out?"

Disma was stunned for a moment, but soon realized the reason why the lord called him out, and couldn't help but take the initiative to speak.

"I know~ I chickened out last night."

"Then do you know that your retreat will put your companions who trust you in danger? I trust you so much, and this is how you treat me? To be honest, you let me down."

Lance's words made Disma feel ashamed. He knew that he had failed the Lord once again, but at this time, he did not clamor to prove himself like last time, but fell silent.

"I know you're a warrior and you wouldn't be in that situation without a reason, so can you tell me?"

Lance actually knew his situation. He swore a vow not to kill women and children until he accidentally killed a mother and son during a road robbery, which caused him to fall into endless guilt.

So I called him out not to accuse him, but to find a way to untie his knot, otherwise his behavior would cause big problems if he really stayed behind.

The two of them rode slowly, and Disma changed his usual carefree attitude, with a tangled look on his face.

"Speak out and it will make you feel better."

As long as you are human, you will have the desire to talk, especially things that have been accumulated in your heart. This feeling is even stronger.

Disma was interrupted by these words and realized that he had nothing to hide.

"I was born in a..."