At the end of the Tang Dynasty, it was a feudal town, but in Western Europe

"Brothers, hold on for a while, we'll be there after passing that hill." Turning his head, Feng Sen shouted to the Jingnan soldiers behind him.

"Well—"

Eight days have passed since the canonization ceremony of Earl Feng Sen. After receiving the [-] deniers from Theodoric, Feng Sen went shopping for a while and finally set off on his way to his first home in Europa. --Hamburger.

Now Feng Sen's property is quite luxurious. In addition to 30 slaves, in the previous wars and rewards, he obtained [-] cows, [-] sheep, [-] pigs, [-] pack horses, and more than [-] war horses.

In addition, he also bought a sufficient amount of wheat seeds, and borrowed seven or eight carpenters, stonemasons, and blacksmiths from His Royal Highness. Originally, Charlie wanted to give him a few slaves who knew how to farm, but Feng Sen Declined.

Hey, let me tell you, we Tang people may lack everything else, but there is no shortage of people who can farm.

However, although this group of dental soldiers know how to farm, it is impossible for them to keep farming honestly. Why should they be dental soldiers?Isn't it because the money comes quickly, is guaranteed, and is popular and spicy?

Among Feng Sen's more than 1000 dental soldiers, it is estimated that only one-third can settle down to farm the land, and the rest are not good birds.

Therefore, although these dental soldiers have high combat effectiveness, they also have high wages and higher maintenance costs, so the development of this base area is the top priority.

The long horse team turned over the hill in front, and a vast and flat land suddenly unfolded in front of Feng Sen's eyes.

The dark green land is criss-crossed, and the wind with water vapor from the Elbe River blows the fragrant waves of the wheat fields. On the dirt road between the wheat fields and the wheat fields, Hypericum perforatum vivaciously moves its body, tempting passers-by.

The clear Ulster River runs through this fertile settlement, and on a wooden bridge that can only accommodate three people side by side, farmers and women in long shirts and sarongs walk slowly with clay pots or wooden basins on their heads.

On the side of the road leading to the wooden fortress, there are scattered simple thatched huts, they are sparse, looming in the waves of wheat.

The Frankish farmers led their horses, with smiles and sorrows, gently stroking the heavy ears of wheat, and counting the harvest date.

"Excuse me, are you the priest of Bremen? Who are you? Where do you come from?"

The hoarse and rough voice drew Feng Sen's sight from afar to near.

A tall and strong man with a mustache came out of the woods. He spoke Frankish with a strong Saxon accent. He held a bow and arrow in his hand, had a hatchet on his waist, wore a linen coat, and wore a soft-topped felt hat.

"Ah, Your Excellency the Earl, please allow me to introduce you. This is Hamburg's ranger, tax collector, and one of the representatives of the Frankish free people—Olean Phillips." Priest Ale quickly rode Go forward immediately and introduce Feng Sen in Latin.

"Ah! I was rude." The man hurriedly bowed and said in broken Latin, "It turns out to be the honorable Earl."

"Olean, this is your new Earl of Hamburg, the warrior who defeated [-] rebels at the foot of Santer Mountain, Luoshan Anthony Feng."

"Then, what about Count Nicola?"

"He betrayed His Highness the King, and was beheaded by His Highness himself. This is the new earl who came to replace him, your new lord." Priest Al took out the king's documents and fief certificates from his bag and threw them to the ranger.

"I'm sorry, I was really shocked." Orion opened the paperwork, checked the wax seal carefully, and then walked to Feng Sen's horse, knelt down, and kissed the back of Feng Sen's hand, "I offer you my Allegiance, my lord."

It would be great if this series of behaviors were done by a beautiful girl. Why do other people travel everywhere with girly girls, but why do they all become uncles here?

Feng Sen wiped the drool on the back of his hand calmly: "Your name is Orion?"

"Yes, my lord."

"How to say, you know this place very well."

"No one knows Hamburg better than me." Olean stretched out ten fingers and said proudly, "I have lived here for ten years! I lived in Han before this was the territory of the Frankish Kingdom."

"Yes, can you ride a horse?"

"meeting!"

"Well, alright, Priest Al, please take them to Hamburg and resettle them first." Feng Sen ordered Al, "Olean, take me here."

"I respect your wishes, my lord."

A group of people walked slowly down the hillside, while Feng Sen, Olean and three personal guards left the team on horseback.

"Lord, look, from the Elbe River to here is the territory of Hamburg." Leading Feng Sen to a high ground overlooking the entire territory, Olean said, pointing to the vast plain below.

"Is it only this small?" Feng Sen frowned. It stands to reason that an earldom here is equivalent to a county in medieval England, ranging in size from [-] square kilometers to [-] square kilometers.

But the one in front of me only has [-] hectares of land at most, which is less than [-] square kilometers. However, just [-] hectares of land, with two rivers, the Elbe River and the Alster River, are fertile land.

"Of course not, but your actual territory cannot be measured."

"why?"

"Because between the rulers of each Frankish kingdom there were also numerous native Saxon tribes and Danish and Wendish (Slavic) settlements, most of the territories had only a vague demarcation, that is to say we I don’t care about them at all, even though they live in our territory.” Olean said with a wry smile helplessly.

"Then how much can we manage?"

"Well, in the area of ​​Hamburg, there are five villages with a total of more than 800 people. Half of them are your serfs. The land covers more than 5000 acres. There are also two manors, which were originally the property of the previous generation of earls, and now they belong to you." Olean pointed to two villages by the forest.

In addition, there are seven or eight Frankish villages and settlements in the northeast and across the Elbe River, with less than 300 people, and they can also collect taxes. Then there are a dozen or so Saxon villages in Ahrens who swear allegiance, but apart from the upper As an earl, others basically cannot collect taxes. "

"Oh? How many people are there?"

"They? As far as the Stormarn tribe is concerned, they have about 9000 to [-] people. There are also some Saxon and Dan villages in the northeast, but I don't know how many people there are."

"Well... well, thank you for your explanation, let's go back, I want to go to the village by myself."

Pulling the reins, Feng Sen and his followers went down the mountain again, heading towards a wooden fortress not far away.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Feng Sen returned to the camp of the Jingnan Army.

He got off his horse, and most of the soldiers of the Tang army packed up and saluted, scratching their heads, standing on this strange land, a little at a loss.

They have been fighting and marching for too long, and their nerves are too tense. After a long time, they all forget that they are in a foreign country, but now that they have settled down, everyone is a little uncomfortable.

"Jie Shuai!"

"Jie Shuai!"

When the soldiers saw Feng Sen, they all smiled and saluted him, and followed him spontaneously to the center of the camp.

Feng Sen was still thinking about those Saxon villages before, but when he saw these soldiers of the Tang Army surrounded in a circle in confusion, he remembered something and laughed: "Why? What are you looking at me for? Look outside, those Have you seen the land? It’s all yours, [-] acres per person, first come, first served, still looking? Hurry up and enclose it! It’s already your land!”

The soldiers were silent for a while, and then everyone's eyes gradually lit up. After a while of silence, an avalanche of cheers erupted, and groups of soldiers from the Jingnan Army poured out of the camp like bees coming out of their nests.

Soldiers of the Tang Army riding horses, waving ropes and whips, cheered excitedly and galloped across the flat field under the faint afternoon sun.

Chapter No.17 Let’s start shitting here

After pushing Wang Sima and others to maintain order, and personally going into battle to organize the division of fields, Feng Sen began to inspect his own castle.

In Western Europe in this era, there is actually no definition of a real castle, but a thing called Motte-and-bailey (Motte-and-bailey).

Its general structure is quite simple, dig a ditch, and then use the soil in the ditch to pile up a three-meter-high mound, build a mansion on the mound, and then insert a circle of wood tightly around the mansion, and leave a door. This part is called the top of the mound.

The fort is the area surrounded by the moat below the top of the hill. This area is relatively simple. Some stables and houses are built, and a wooden fence is inserted along the moat. This is called the fort.

The entire castle can accommodate about 200 to [-] people, but most of the time, the resident population here is only fifty or sixty.

In such a castle, generally only the lord, the lord's family members, servants, stewards, washerwomen, priests stationed in the castle, and knights who came to serve lived there.

Forts with this structure are very small compared to the cities in the Central Plains. If there is anything comparable to them, it should be the squire's dock or the army's temporary military stronghold.

And the castle in front of Feng Sen is not bad, except that the castle grounds are a little bigger.

"Old Sun, let's go and see our new home." Greeting his old subordinate Sun Jingxiao and his new subordinate Olean, Feng Sen walked along the wooden steps from the castle to the mansion where he rested at night.

At this time, the entire castle was empty, with only a few servants guarding it. Most of the previous earl's crowd fled, leaving behind mostly servants who were not valued.

Look up at the main building of the castle. It is about ten meters high, divided into two floors, and has an all-wood structure.

Led by his servants and Olean, Feng Sen opened the door of the main building of the castle. Upon entering, there was a wide hall. In the center of the hall was an oak table, and six pillars supported the second floor.

Looking from the first floor to the second floor, you can see two huge windows and window sills, which is where the dim light source in the castle mainly comes from.

Stepping on the creaking stairs to the second floor, this floor is different from the stone floor on the first floor. This floor is covered with a layer of rush grass, and there is a smell of herbs, which should be used to repel insects.

The area of ​​the second floor is half smaller than that of the first floor, because it is not completely enclosed. Standing by the handrail on the second floor, Feng Sen can overlook the entire hall.

In a corner of the second floor, there is a huge four-poster bed. Around the bed, there are wardrobes and boxes, but judging from the messiness of the scene, most of the valuable things have been swept away.

As a military stronghold, this castle is considered good, but in terms of living conditions, it is really terrible. Not to mention the fire threat and the possibility of carbon monoxide poisoning from the fireplace placed in the center of the hall, even the fleas on the four-poster bed are unacceptable to Feng Sen.

It was okay when I was with those high-level nobles before, but now I meet the low-level nobles. The flea jumper is like a three-dimensional mobile device, flying around. After staying with them for a few days, Feng Sen feels that he is about to be killed by the flea soldiers. The back of the neck was chopped off.

Never live here.

Feng Sen originally wanted to order these servants to find some washerwomen, but because his Frankish was still babbled, he had to ask Orion to tell them.

It seems that the study of Frankish needs to be put on the agenda.

As for whether you can learn it?If he just learns by himself, Feng Sen feels that he will not be able to survive five or six years. He is not good at studying, but he will use the Clausewitz engine to cheat.

[Resolution: Learn Language]

[You need a teacher who is proficient in the relevant language (you don't)]

[Spend 10 points of spiritual energy to start learning, consume 1 point of spiritual energy every day, according to the level of the teacher, the daily progress will increase by 0.5~1.5]

Let Feng Sen take an average. Even if the progress is 1 per day, three months is enough for him to master the language that needs to be learned. The time is limited, so he must learn more during this time.

In this case, the 114 power points he managed to save are only 14 points left, which is really nerve-wracking.

"Priest Aller."

"I am here, Your Excellency."

"I need a teacher who understands Frankish, Saxon and Latin, can you help me find one?"

"Hmm..." Ale stroked his Mediterranean head, "If you only know one of them, it's better to find some, if you want to know all three... I'll go to the diocese of Bremen and ask, maybe someone will."

"Okay." Feng Sen nodded, "Then let's go out, it's too dark here, I'm not used to living here, and I need to renovate later."

Hamburg is about [-] kilometers away from Bremen. It takes about three or four days to ride a horse and seven or eight days to walk.

Back in the barracks, Feng Sen took out a blank piece of paper, spread it on the table, and began to organize his thoughts. This is a habit he brought from another world, expressing his thinking process on paper.

Picking up the brush, Feng Sen wrote two words "make money" on the title.

To keep so many soldiers, and they are elite soldiers, whether it is weapon maintenance, horse breeding or even salary, it needs a lot of money.

Although Feng Sen made a lot of money in this limited-time event to suppress the rebellion, the money and food will not last long.

So where does the money come from?

Feng Sen thought for a while, and first drew an arrow on the money, pointing to a "worker", but then, he wrote "business" and "farmer" next to the word "worker".

This "work" is not the work of the factory, but the work of the workshop. If you want to be rich and prosperous, the development of the manufacturing industry is the absolute cornerstone.

So which workshop is more in line with the current situation and more profitable?

Feng Sen wrote "ceramic" and "wine" under the word "gong". Needless to say, ceramics. After using smooth and moist porcelain, we will never go back to pottery with rough pores, let alone wine. In a world of generally low-alcohol alcohol, this stuff is huge profits.

With products, sales channels are also very important, which requires "business".

When something is made, who will it be sold to?In this kind of thing, whoever has the oil and water has always fished for it. First of all, the big Slavic brothers in the north are poor and cannot fish for oil and water, but the Norse have amber, copper mines and high-quality fishing grounds. This is the first customer.

Secondly, Charlemagne is rich. In Feng Sen's medieval Forbes list, he ranks in the top three, and he can be taken from him, but he is his boss after all, so it's not good to take it too hard.

Then count on the top two, the Byzantine Empire and the Abbasid Dynasty, the two giants in the East-West trade, almost divided up the huge profits brought by the Silk Road.

The Abbasid dynasty is still too far away, and Byzantium is the best candidate.

Where the businessman came from is a question, but this can be ignored. Feng Sen wrote the words "Frank", "Byzantium" and "North" next to the word "Shang".

These are important, but they are not something that can be implemented now. The first thing to consider now should be the issue of agriculture.

There is not enough to eat, and it is a problem to produce the food for oneself every day. Where will the population come to work?Agriculture is the most important cornerstone of industry and commerce.

In fact, during the period from the Aller River to Hamburg, Feng Sen has been visiting and inquiring about the villages and towns he passed by, and finally he came to an amazing conclusion - the level of agriculture here is roughly equivalent to that of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty in the Central Plains .

Wheat yields one per mu and harvests three. The yield per mu is 60 catties. After removing the wheat seeds, only 40 catties remain. Barley is about the same. The yield per mu is 90 catties. Never thought of it.

I knew you couldn't do it, but I didn't expect it to go to this extent.

You know, this is not the frequent natural disasters and epidemics in the late Roman Empire. This is the 8th century AD. In this era, the global temperature generally rises. Can you believe that the Tibetan plateau can grow food?

In this era in Europe, the temperature has generally risen by one degree Celsius, and even Iceland and even Greenland have a large number of arable farmlands. Moreover, it is relatively dry, which is a great benefit for Western Europe, where most of the soil is wet. Too wet soil will greatly affect cultivation and harvest.

If Rome is still here, the yield per mu will be at least double, but what about now?

The reason for this result is the backwardness of farming technology. After Rome was destroyed, a lot of technology was lost, and the Germans had to go back to the road of civilization and accumulate agricultural technology step by step.

On the surface, it seems that farming in the west is 1000 years behind the east, but in fact, the agricultural technology of the Germanic barbarians is 1000 years behind the east. Although the farming technology of the Romans is not as good as that of the east, it is still relatively advanced and not far behind.

"Iron Farm Tools", "Cow Plowing", "Heavy Plow-Curved Plow", "Manure Synthetic Fertilizer", "Row Tilling Planting Method"

Feng Sen wrote down these words on the paper one by one, after much deliberation, he finally ticked the manure: "Let's start shit from here."

Chapter 18 I can’t think of the chapter name, please make up your own mind

After setting up a large group of screaming soldiers, Feng Sen gave the group of bastards another day off. The soldiers were on holiday, but he was not allowed to rest. He spent a whole day running all over Hamburg to scout the terrain. I had to write plans again and was busy until midnight.