The Extraordinary Earl

Tiematun.

As the time for spring plowing gradually approaches, and the work of repairing roads and cleaning up excrement gradually comes to an end, the entire Tiematun is beginning to gain momentum.

Prepare for the next spring plowing.

You must know that spring plowing is very hard. Farmers, women and even teenagers have to carry hoes and go to the fields to plow the fields.

Loose the soil and plow the fields.

Then the seeds can be planted for eventual harvest in the fall.

Spring plowing.

It can be said that when building a house, you need to build a foundation. Without a solid foundation, no matter how solid the house is, it will collapse.

This is the most important thing.

Of course, it is also very hard work. Because there is no tradition of farming cattle in this world, it is too hard to rely on human power.

This is of course also true for farmers in this world, including those in Pompeii territory, who don’t have much land, because there is too much land to take care of.

Michel's house.

Michel's family owns a two-story wooden house. The second floor is a bedroom where Michel, his wife, and three children live.

The first floor is the kitchen, living room, and two grocery rooms.

As a member of the Iron Horse clan, Michel was not able to become a knight like Magellan's family, but he was one of the few wealthy households in the entire village.

Michelle got up very early, but the person who got up earlier than Michelle was Michelle's wife. Madame Marceau.

Mrs. Marceau walked in from outside carrying the toilet. The toilet had been cleaned, but there was still a smell. Michel frowned and said, "Put it outside in the sun first to remove the smell."

"Oh." Mrs. Marceau had no choice but to send the toilet out of the house.

"Is breakfast ready?"

Michel asked again.

"It has been prepared for a long time, just waiting for you and the children to get up and eat together. Make sure to eat enough and have a good rest in the past few days. Only after a few days can we start loosening the soil."

Madame Marceau said. While talking, Mrs. Marceau went to the kitchen to work and brought out some breakfast such as bread, milk, and fried eggs.

Meat is extremely precious, and the meat in the territory is provided to knights and quasi-knights. Apart from hunters, the best food that civilians can enjoy is milk and eggs.

Michelle sat down, picked up the milk and took a sip. He nodded and said: "There is a saying that is good. Half your life will be lost after spring plowing. Before that, you really need to recuperate. Not only me and the children, you will also pick up the hoe and help when the time comes, otherwise you will be too busy. "

"Yes." Mrs. Marceau nodded. While the couple was talking, the three children of the Michel family came down. The oldest was fifteen years old and the youngest was twelve years old. They were all boys.

I can now carry a hoe and go to the fields.

The three children first said hello to their parents, and then began to sit down and have breakfast together. After breakfast, Michel planned to go for a walk, then catch up on his sleep and get enough rest.

But at this moment, a rapid sound sounded. When Michel walked out of the house, he saw a middle-aged man riding a little donkey coming quickly.

"Buya, what are you doing here so early in the morning?" Michel was a little surprised, then frowned and said, "Isn't it the mayor who summoned us village chiefs?"

This middle-aged man is currently one of the city hall's errand boys, named Bua.

The Pompeii collar is very small, and Michel and Bouya are not very familiar with each other.

"Haha, you guessed it. Go quickly, I won't stay any longer, and I have to notify other villages." Buya grinned, and continued walking to the next village without getting off the donkey.

Michel frowned. The last time he went to the city hall, he was given the task of repairing roads and cleaning up feces. He didn't know what it was this time.

Michel was still worried about cleaning up the feces, and now that it was an important time before spring plowing, he felt even more uneasy.

"Don't let Master Luther slap his head again and assign us some strange tasks. Hey." Michel sighed. Although he was unwilling to do so, he still told his family, got on his little donkey, and quickly He rushed to Pompeii Castle.

Soon after, the news spread. Many free people from Tiematun gathered at Michel's home. They were all strong and good at farm work.

These people come together for one purpose only, to worry.

"Master Luther, I hope you will stay calm and don't assign tasks to us."

"Yeah, it's so cold in the winter that my father didn't survive the cold and froze to death. This year our family has lost one labor force and there is so much land, I'm afraid the soles of our feet will turn to the sky. Master Luther, don't give out any more strange orders. "

"Why."

The people looked at each other and sighed.

But soon Michel came back. Not only did Michel come back, he also brought back some people, five Bass cows, and a big cart.

Michel was riding his little donkey with a look of joy on his face.

The people gathered around him and looked at him strangely. They knew that Bas cattle were raised in the Pompeii ranch. They were a very economical breed of cattle, and their meat was supplied to the knights.

They, the common people, can only look at the cows and cannot eat the meat.

A hand-pulled wooden cart with five strange wooden objects placed on it.

The people suddenly became very curious and asked all kinds of questions.

"Captain, what's going on with these Bas cattle??? Does the lord want to build a new pasture in our village?"

"Yes, does the Pompeii family plan to cultivate more knights?"

"Perhaps the lord is merciful. Are these five Bass cows for us to eat?"

"You've been kicked in the head by a donkey. Bass cattle are very expensive. How can you feed them to us?"

"Shut up, everyone." Michel frowned and shouted, somewhat harshly. The people immediately shut up after hearing this, and Michel's prestige in the village was still very high.

After suppressing the chaotic villagers, Michel politely asked the few people who came with him. Then under the curious eyes of the people, the oxen and plow were ready.

Finally, Michel himself held the plow and held the whip. After gently spanking the Bass Cow's butt, the Bass Cow made a mooing sound.

He looked back at Michelle meekly, then walked forward slowly.

As the Bass Ox moved forward, the plow immediately came into play, a trace appeared, and the soil loosened one after another.

The people's mouths suddenly opened wide, as if they could fit a goose egg down. Some people rubbed their eyes in disbelief.

"Cows can actually loosen the soil and plow the fields?"

"God, what do I see?"

Michel walked with the cattle for a while and then stopped. Then he looked back at the villagers. He did not laugh at the villagers for their lack of knowledge, because he was the same way at the beginning.

Terrified.

Oh my God.

Scared me.

Cows can actually plow fields?

The shock was followed by ecstasy.