The Wizard’s Fairy Tale

　　 Old John's entourage followed William back to the earthen house.

As soon as he entered the earthen house, Old John couldn't help but ask William, "My Lord Baron, I don’t understand. This weed is not a precious thing. Why are you willing to give such a high purchase price? According to Old John, you The price can be more than doubled! We don’t have much money, and every Poole coin must be used where it must be used."

　　 "Lord Baron, as I said, we don’t have to give money. It’s just an honor for these untouchables to do a little bit!"

　　 "If you are inconvenient to come forward, Old John is happy to help."

　　 The other entourages all felt the same way.

　　 William shook his head, smiled lightly, and said, "Old John, I'm not happy that you throw my credibility into the river and rush away without a trace!"

　　 "But, Lord Baron, if those untouchables are telling the truth, then we need to prepare in advance in winter." Old John still wanted to persuade.

　　 "What are you going to prepare?" William was surprised. Old John actually knew the abacus in his heart? This is impossible.

　　 "My Lord Baron, the consumption of Patras is not low, and, in order to maintain the dignity that the nobles deserve, the consumption is even higher...and..." Old John said equally.

　　 "Wait!" William made a "stop" action, "Who told you we were going back to Patras in winter, old John?"

　　 "Lord Baron, if the lizard people are real, we have nowhere to go except Patras!" Old John said to William seriously, "Your life is more important than everything!"

　　 "Yes, old John, life is the most important thing, nothing is more important than life." William nodded in agreement and said, old John's face suddenly showed joy, but the next second, old John's face froze.

　　 "But, except here, I won't go anywhere for the whole winter!" William said categorically.

　　 "Lord Baron, the small village of Nisai is like a house built on grass. When a gust of wind blows, it will fall down. How can we provide you with enough protection here?" Old John still said with a sincere heart.

　　 "That's why we have to build it!" William took it for granted.

　　 "Construction?" Old John was stunned.

"Yes, old John, my best elder, the guide of the way forward, I need you, and you, join me and build the small village of Nisai. One day, it will grow into a town and a city. , Standing in this area. And your name will be passed on forever along with the history of this city! Help me, okay? In this world, the only thing I can trust is you!" William looked at all the followers.

　　All of the entourages were full of enthusiasm. Only Old John was worried and opened his mouth.

　　 At this time, a man's cautious voice came from outside the Tsuchiya.

　　 "Master Baron, Master Baron, Master Baron, we have gathered enough grass."

　　 "So fast?" William had good hearing and could hear clearly.

　　 "This bunch of untouchables, as long as they have money, they can't do anything." Old John cursed lightly with disgust in his eyes.

"Haha, this is exactly what I want." William smiled. He looked at Old John and said, "Old John, you go and count the weeds that the man sent over. Call it golden silk grass. If there is no problem with the quantity, give him the due reward."

　　 William casually named this grass Golden Silk Grass.

　　 "Yes, Lord Baron, I must check it carefully!" Old John saw that William's mind could not be changed, so he had no choice but to say.

Old John was about to go out. William suddenly felt uneasy, stopped him again, and said sincerely, "Old John, to me, credibility is as important as life to me. I give my credibility to you, hope You protect it, just like protecting my life. The villagers outside, if they use all kinds of weeds to deceive you, naturally don’t give him a Poole coin, but if he really does it, then a Poole coin Don’t give him less. Can you, old John?"

　　 "My Lord Baron, I won't let you down." Seeing William so sincere, old John felt moved.

　　 "You never let me down! Go ahead." William said softly.

　　Old John called his son, Little John, and went out.

　　 One-fifth of the time after the candle burns.

　　 Outside the earthen hut, Old John asked little John who was squatting in front of a large pile of golden grass, "Is the number determined?"

　　 "I'm sure. There are a total of 923 golden silk grasses. I have counted them three times." Little John was very sure and authentic.

　　 "Damn it, how long has it been since, Mark did you do this?" Old John frowned and looked at the family in front of him.

　　 is a middle-aged man who bows slightly and smiles with his face. Because he often does hard work under the scorching sun, his skin is dark and red, which is a trace of sunburn.

　　 In fact, the whole village is mostly people with this skin.

　　It's rare to see the skin slightly fairer!

　　 Behind this villager named Mark, stood a nervous and uneasy woman, also wrinkled because of suffering.

　　Beside the woman, there are five children standing, all of them look malnourished.

　　Old John has a little impression of this family. He seems to remember that this family has very few fields and there are many children in the family, so life is harder than ordinary villagers.

　　 The life of the villagers was hard enough.

　　 "Master John, in fact, this grass was used by our house to lay the ground. I will take it when Lord Baron wants it, can I?" Mark looked at Old John hopefully, his wife and children also looked in the same eyes.

　　 Just because they need these copper coins too much.

　　 With these few copper coins, they can eat a meal of black bread, instead of eating batter that is worse than black bread every day, the kind of batter made with flour and water, and it is easy to get hungry!

　　 He needs it, and his children need it too!

　　 "The floor? So that's it." Old John's eyes showed disgust.

　　 The weather in this era is cold, and the whole floor will be extremely cold at night. The nobles or rich people can burn the fireplace or use carpets for heating, but the poor can only pile some thatch on the ground in exchange for a little warmth.

"Master John, you can rest assured that our grass is carefully selected and there is no problem at all. Or we don't take three Poole coins, two, uh, no, one Poole coin will do. Please. Now, Master John, it's on my poor boy." Mark panicked and said without a word.

　　 "Well, a Poole coin..." Hearing what Mark said, the thrifty old John blurted out without thinking.

　　 The Marks' eyes all showed joy, no matter how much, it was an unexpected gain for them.

　　At this time, Old John thought of William's instructions, and when he moved in his heart, he subconsciously said, "No! A Poole coin won't work."

　　 The light in the eyes of the Mark family suddenly dimmed. Sure enough, are the nobles deceiving people?

　　 Then he heard Old John gruffly and sternly, "Fortunately for you, these grasses, um, these golden silk grasses are no problem. According to Lord Baron, I'll give you three Poole coins."

　　 "Ah... "Happiness came so suddenly that Mark was stunned, and his mouth opened uncontrollably.

　　 "You idiot, do you want it anymore?" Old John waited a while, but Mark still didn't recover, so he kicked him impatiently.

　　 Mark finally woke up from the shock and nodded desperately. Others looked at the magnitude of the nod, and I was afraid that his head would fall off accidentally.

　　 "Untouchables are untouchables!" Old John said in disdain, but he carefully counted three Poole coins from a purse and handed them to Mark.

　　 This money bag contains William's wealth! Of course, it only contained Poole copper coins and silver francs.

　　Pierce gold coins are kept by William himself.

　　 The Mark family thanked the old John with great gratitude, "Thank you, Mr. John, thank you, Mr. John!"

　　 "Untouchables, you have to thank Lord Baron for his kindness and generosity." Old John pointed out Mark's mistake and said.

　　 "Of course, thank Lord Baron, thank Lord John." Mark immediately changed his lines, said.

"Yeah." Old John nodded reservedly. Mark's feeling made him feel a little dark. He thought about it and said again, "You still have twenty-three golden grass, I will help you remember. If you still have If the golden silk grass is brought over, I will help you stack it up. Do you still have golden silk grass?"

　　 "Yes, Lord John, I still have them in my house, I'll take them now!" Mark ran away excitedly with his family.

　　 While Old John and his son Little John, holding a pile of golden grass alone, they went into the earthen house.

　　 "My Lord Baron, there are a total of 923 golden grasses. I gave him three Poole coins." Old John reported to William.

　　 "Good job, old John." William praised casually.

　　 He squatted down, carefully checked the smelly golden grass, and personally tried its toughness.

　　 The result was very satisfactory to William, and William nodded secretly.

　　Old John couldn’t understand, he asked, "My Lord Baron, I don’t understand, why are you buying these useless things? Please forgive me for being stupid and unable to understand what you mean!"

　　 The other entourages have the same question. This golden silk grass is everywhere. Why does William buy it from the villagers in large quantities?

　　 William smiled mysteriously and said, "I will tell you the answer now."

　　Speaking, William looked at the only carpenter in his entourage, Charles!

　　 Charles is a squat old man. He is not older than Old John, but he looks older than Old John. He has a gray beard and a red nose.

　　 He is a very silent person, a person who is easily overlooked.

　　As a carpenter, his right hand is always shaking.

　　 The shaking was not great, but for the carpenter, it was a fatal blow.

　　 How can a carpenter who has lost his stability gain the trust of others?

　　 That's why he was recruited by Old John and became William's entourage.

　　 Every month, you can get 500 Pul copper coins.

　　 "My Lord Baron, I'm here." When William called him, a hint of surprise flashed in Charles's eyes, and then he became calm again, and answered William.

　　 "Charles, do you know how to make broomsticks?" William asked.

　　 "Broom?" Charles didn't know what medicine was in William Gourd, not just him, but Old John and them too.

　　 "Yes, Charles, those women use broomsticks to sweep trash. Of course, they occasionally use them for other things. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" William showed a weird smile.

　　 "Master Baron, of course I can make it! Even children can make it!" Charles is a little arrogant and authentic. Although he has lost his stability, he has not lost the pride of a carpenter.

"My Lord Baron, don’t you want to use these golden grass to make brooms? If you only use it to clean this house, maybe you bought a lot of golden grass. Those farmers in the village, they don’t They need something like a broom! Dirty and clean, it makes no difference to them." Old John interjected. He felt that as William’s housekeeper, he had to stand up at certain critical times to stop William. Certain behaviors.

　　 Although, never succeeded!

　　 But Old John felt that this was his mission.

　　 "They will need it soon!" William said affirmatively.

　　 Hearing this, Old John only felt that he was old, and he didn't understand William's intentions.

　　Why do those untouchables need brooms?

　　 William didn’t notice the activity of Old John. He looked at Charles and asked, "What can I offer you?"

　　 Charles is already playing with the golden silk grass, and he said without raising his head, "Hemp rope, of course, if you don't have it, you can."

　　 "Will the clothes work?" The rope was used for binding, and William did have two sets of unnecessary clothes in his hands.

　　 "Clothes?" Charles raised his head in surprise. Has his lord been extravagant enough?

　　 William quickly asked Old John to take out the black clothes of the two killers last time and said, "Just use them."

　　 "Okay!" Charles understood. He took two black suits, then tore the two black suits into strips of cloth, and started to make a broom.