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

It was rare for Feng Sen to have a long, dark sleep, and he slept until noon the next day before getting up, and this was already the third day in Hamburg.

After getting rid of more than half a year of marching and death fighting, Feng Sen felt a lot more relaxed when he had his own base. He didn't bother to wear any military uniform anymore. Arm, revealing the ghost head Yaksha tattoo on the chest, and wearing a pair of pants, he swaggered out of the tent.

The sun was shining brightly today, and it hurt people's eyeballs. Facing the sun, Feng Sen stretched his waist.

After calling a few guards, Feng Sen began to wander around in his family's barracks.

Although the camp was large, there were not many people there. According to Feng Sen's previous arrangement, the soldiers of the two battalions continued to rest, and the other two battalions were responsible for hunting and guarding the prisoners of war.

It was late summer at this time, although the sun was scorching, but the cool wind was blowing, it was warm and cool, it was the most comfortable time.

However, although the weather is good now, the future is uncertain. After all, this is Northwest Europe. You must know that Venice and Harbin have the same latitude, while Saxony is still farther north.

Hamburg is not far from the sea, and the temperature in winter will not drop below zero, but it will definitely be very cold if you live in a tent, and no matter where you go, basic necessities of life are the most important. Since the old castle cannot be lived in, a new house must be moved up.

Feng Sen and Wang Sima had given orders on this point, and after leaving the barracks, thirty or forty kilns were being set up in an open space not far away.

Those Saxon slaves worked hard to build the brick kiln layer by layer with their hands full of mud. It has to be said that the deterrent effect of the Weldon massacre was really effective, at least for these prisoners of war who escaped death.

Feng Sen had told them before that they needed to be slaves for the Jingnan Army for three years. After three years, every year, one-third of them who worked the hardest would be turned into tenant farmers and be freed.

At this time, the more than 100 slaves (more than 100 died due to infection and disease on the road) were divided into two groups. One group of 300 people was the construction group, responsible for building houses, and the second group of 800 people was the land reclamation group, responsible for opening fields.

Standing on the high ground, not far from the edge of the forest, the big Saxon men held axes for chopping people and trees, and vigorously chopped down the spruce and pine trees around them.

A little closer beside the Ulster River, Saxon slaves like worker ants are carrying rough logs, or simply digging black clay with their hands, and then transporting them to the several pits above.

At this time, there will be a special person to step on the clay tightly. There was originally a step of water transfer and thick mud, but the soil here has a lot of moisture, so it is basically omitted.

The thick mud will be placed in a wooden square frame, and pottery powder will be added as clinker, and then it will be beaten with a thick wooden stick to fill the wooden frame, and then the wooden frame will be scraped flat with a grass line, which is a brick adobe.

These adobes will be placed under the grass shed to dry in the shade, and then stacked to the firepit for drying and secondary baking to completely dry and solidify.

The next job will be handed over to the brick kiln.

The task of the land reclamation team is to take all kinds of messy sticks and knives to cut off the weeds and bushes to prepare for the future formal land reclamation.

So, in the field from the Alster River to Hamburg Castle, dense crowds moved like ants, working in full swing.

Among the groups of Saxon slaves, the soldiers of the Tang army in white clothes and red foreheads either rode horses or held whips in their hands, monitoring and driving the Saxon slaves.

This is a rare sight in Hamburg, which has always been quiet. Many farmers stopped to watch and observed them in novelty.

"Olean, are these soldiers following the new Earl Latin?" A farmer wearing a red cap leaned his elbows on the fence and asked curiously.

Orion was carrying a blood-stained lynx, leaning against the fence and watching from a distance: "No, they call themselves Seres... They also call themselves Han people."

"Ham people? I've lived here for five years, and they've only been here for less than three days, so I should be called Han people." A fat old man with a white beard was leading a donkey, standing beside Olean, and said enviously, "But they all have a good horse, tsk tsk tsk, this big horse is so beautiful, it's much better than the fat donkeys in Hanover."

At this time, the Hanoverian horses had not yet received bloodline improvement, and were mostly used as draft horses and pack horses, while the war horses of the soldiers of the Tang Army were basically tall and slender Dawan horse Yanqi horses, and the pack horses were basically Mongolian horses.

"This Earl seems to be rather arrogant?" The farmer in the red hat muttered, "He has been here for three days, and he hasn't summoned us free people to see him."

"The Earl was born in the military, so he may not understand these things. Besides, he doesn't speak Frankish very well, he only speaks Latin and Seris, and it is difficult to communicate."

"My God!" the old man with the white beard couldn't help shouting, "then when I fight with Os in the next village, how should I appeal my defense to him? How should he give justice? What about the trial?"

"You have never been satisfied with the earl's trial, and you have never been convinced by the old earl's trial."

"But I've always been on the right side!"

"Come on." The man in the red hat laughed loudly, "We all have a proverb here, tell old Hans to admit his mistake, even the devil can convert to the heavenly father."

"Damn it, how can you slander a devout believer like this, and say you love each other?" Old Hans scolded, jumping up and down.

"Don't worry, old Hans, our lord has sent someone to Bremen to invite a teacher, a teacher who can speak Frankish."

Orion patted Old Hans on the shoulder. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw two cavalrymen approaching at high speed, and one of them was his lord.

"The Earl is here, take it easy."

Although they were still complaining about the illiterate earl just now, when Feng Sen actually arrived, they quickly arranged their clothes and waited respectfully.

Soon, Feng Sen took the rein and stopped at

"Olean, are you just back from hunting?"

"Yes, my lord, I caught a lynx with a trap. Look, what a soft fluff. I will send the fur there later."

"No, I have winter clothes, you can keep them for yourself. Who are these?"

"Ah, these are representatives of the free folk. Please forgive their impatience. They are asking when I can have your honorable audience."

"Blessed by Heavenly Father, it's an honor to meet you, Lord Lord. I'm Old Hans, the representative of Barbaro Village." Old Hans saluted Feng Sen in a stuttering Latin language mixed with Frankish dialect.

In the Middle Ages, all feudal lords at the upper level and those at the lower level would be called lords, and only when they were at the same level or did not belong to each other, would they be called His Excellency the Earl of such and such, or His Royal Highness such and such King.

To Feng Sen's relief, he didn't come up to do it himself.

"Exactly, Olean. I'm here to talk to you about this. You go and gather the free folk. Each village elects six free folk representatives. They will gather at the castle after dinner tonight. Adult men who have reached the age of 18 are required."

Chapter 19 Shit Donation Order

Medieval castles have many components. In the castle grounds under the hilltop, many other buildings are placed. In the case of Hamburg, there are wine cellars, blacksmith workshops, barns, stables, and supplies for knights and unimportant guests. secondary residence.

However, the main place of residence and activity of the lords must be in the main building of the castle, which is the two-story mansion on the top of the hill.

There are halls, bedrooms, and underground prisons in this mansion, and the servants and even the lord himself will lay some straw on the ground to sleep in the hall.

Yes, the lord sleeps in the hall with his servants and even dogs, at most separated by curtains. This is because the wooden main building is not very cold-proof, and everyone will shiver in the cold winter.

Everyone needs a fireplace or a fireplace in the hall, but during the less cold seasons such as spring and summer, the lords mostly sleep in beds on the second floor.

The hall is the most important part of the castle, because in addition to its residential and social functions, it also has an important political function - assembly and trial.

Sitting on the black wooden main seat of Leigao, Feng Sen waited for the representatives of the free people to enter the hall one after another, while looking at the previous [off-map workshop] boredly.

During this period of time, he has been exploring this new function. To some extent, this is indeed a void workshop. Feng Sen only needs to select an item, and it can start production and building without any input.

However, it also has limitations. First, it cannot produce items that surpass the technology of the current era. Second, it cannot produce items that cannot collect the resources required for production nearby. Another point, I don’t know if it is an illusion, it is in When producing military equipment, the production speed is surprisingly slow.

Feng Sen once tried to change its production items to Phoenix-winged Doupi mountain armor, and found that its output is: one collar per year.

When Feng Sen changed the production items to sickles, it turned out to be ten a day, [-] a year, which is three orders of magnitude higher in iron consumption than Shan Wenjia!

After much deliberation, Feng Sen finally decided to forget about producing all hoes and other agricultural tools. It is already quite difficult to raise these 1000 grandpas, and he has no idea of ​​expanding the army for the time being.

"Lord, everyone is here." Priest Al called softly to Feng Sen who seemed to be dozing off.

"Okay." Feng Sen raised his head and scanned the crowd below. There were a total of [-] representatives of the free people, including old and young. They were wearing the cleanest and tidy clothes they usually wear, rubbing their hands with mud, and whispering together.

The representatives of the poor free folk walked carefully, lest they shake the dirt from their trousers onto this exquisite wool carpet with acanthus leaves and vine garlands.

Another young freeman turned his head curiously, trying to see Feng Sen's face with his head down, but was pulled back by Old Hans by the neck.

However, most of the free folk were restrained and respectful, if not trembling.

"Good evening, my subjects, may Heavenly Father bless you!" Feng Sen said in a few words of Frankish.

"Good evening, my lord, God bless you, I hope we didn't disturb your sleep."

Orion and Ale respectively translated to Feng Sen.

"Ha." Feng Sen smiled, "Okay, everyone sit down, I see that you are all thirsty, the kitchen has prepared a barrel of beer for you to quench your thirst, and it is also convenient for us to talk about the next thing."

Hearing Orion's translation that there was beer, almost all the free folk became excited, and some even stood up directly, praising the generosity of the lord loudly.

Priest Al clapped his hands and shouted loudly, "Sit down! This is not a place for you to have fun."

After the freedmen sat down obediently, Feng Sen continued: "I am from Seres, and I only know Latin, so I cannot communicate with you directly.

But it doesn't matter, I have already sent a letter to the Bishop of Bremen, asking him to help me find a Frankish teacher, don't worry, I will be able to communicate with you face to face soon. "

"You are a kind and studious lord, my lord." A representative saluted respectfully.

"Don't flatter me, this is the most basic requirement of being a loyal minister of the Frankish Kingdom!" Feng Sen sat up straight and continued, "I summoned you here first to meet my subjects, but my castle There can't be too many people in the middle, so I invite you.

The second is to tell you about our origins and some of my basic rules.

The third is to issue a decree and discuss it with you.

So let's start with the first point. "

Speaking of which, Feng Sen stood up, dragged out a beer barrel from behind, split the top wooden cover with an axe, and scooped a glass of beer: "Come on, let's start with you, that's right, you, report your name and age , family, place of residence and occupation.”

The freeman who was pointed at swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and walked up hesitantly.

"I, my name is Timo, I am 31 years old, I have my wife and two children at home, I live in the village of Barbaro and I am a farmer."

"Okay, Reverend Al, have you written it down?"

"take note of it."

"Here's your wine, don't spill it, my friend."

Seeing that someone had already drunk it, the others couldn't bear it any longer, they stepped forward one after another, and took away the glass of wine that belonged to him after reporting to their house.

After the last representative had taken his share of beer, Feng Sen raised his glass with a smile: "Cheers! You can fill up another glass after drinking."

"Cheers!" The free folk raised their beers and gulped.

However, Feng Sen didn't drink much. He was not used to this kind of beer that was as sour as vinegar.

"Everyone, after the first thing is done, I know a lot about you, but at the same time, I also hope that you can understand me a little bit."

"My name is Luoshan Anthony Feng." After a few glasses of beer, the representatives of the free people present relaxed a lot, no longer restrained, but began to look directly at Feng Sen's face and listen to his narration.

"My hometown is in Seris, and the distance is thousands of times longer than Bremen from here. In my hometown, it seems to be arranged in the dark. My hometown is called Han (Han), which is almost the same as the name here.

The reason why I came here is because of the will of the heavenly father. Before I came here, I was besieged by the enemy army and was in danger. But after a heavy fog, I came here under the guidance of an old man with a white beard.

I think the old man must be a prophet, and I am a man who has witnessed a miracle, made a thousand people fly thousands of miles, I think no one can do such a feat except the Father,

So, when I found out that a poor girl was being hunted down by the heretics, I shot them angrily and defeated them, and this poor little lamb was Adortrude, the daughter of King Charles of the Franks. "

"Oh my God."

"It turned out to be the fog of sighs."

"If only I could..."

"After this, the poor princess told me that an army of five thousand pagans was besieging her mother's castle. Out of the creed of mutual love among believers, I decided to help them, even if I only had 1000 people.

Blessed by the Heavenly Father, I miraculously defeated the enemy army, beheaded the leader of the opponent, and was appreciated by the king. In addition to my credit for rescuing the princess, His Royal Highness decided to baptize me and canonize me as the Earl of Hamburg, or the Earl of Han.

This is my experience. "

"It seems that you have indeed been favored by God." William, who was wearing his beloved red hat, couldn't help saying enviously.

"God loves the world, but he will not take care of someone without a reason." Feng Sen had a holy expression of compassion, "I think, he let me come here, there must be a mission for me, but I didn't know what this mission was...until last night."

Speaking of this, Feng Sen emphasized the tone, and the smooth and rhythmic Latin, although the free folk could not understand it, they still felt the mysterious and solemn atmosphere.

"Last night, I dreamed about that prophet again. He told me that if you sprinkle dirty feces with holy water, you can bring a good harvest of food to the subjects who believe in the Father!" Feng Sen's eyes became sharper.

"From this time on, I have known my mission - to feed the hungry believers, to convert the wicked heathen, to preach the gospel of the Father to the ignorant, and to make them our brothers ——

I want to make this Father's Kingdom great again!

Even if I am slandered as a devil, even if it will damage my reputation, I will not hesitate. Therefore, I want to implement a new law, which is this "Poop Contribution Order"! "

Chapter 20 Hand me all your shit!

The name of the decree "Decure Offering Order" seems lofty, but it is very simple in practice. It requires villagers to pick up some excrement every day if they have time. Every kilogram of excrement is priced at one wooden chip, and ten wooden chips are exchanged for a glass of beer. Fifty wooden chips are exchanged for a sickle.

In addition, dumping of manure on the main road is not allowed, and offenders will be fined. A straw bag must be placed behind the horse's buttocks to hold the manure, and horse manure can also be exchanged for wooden chips.

Whether it's fishy or smelly, these big dung are... ahem, fertilizer in Feng Sen's hands.

Except for the "Poop Contribution Order", the tax rates of the rest of the tax laws remain unchanged. It is the same as it was before, and there is no difference.

The moonlight was like water, and the gate of the castle was opened with a bang, and the drunken representatives of the free people walked towards their hometown with one step deep and one step shallow, shoulder to shoulder.

Those freemen who could be recommended to the castle must have certain influence or popularity in a small circle of freemen. Therefore, with their return, the decree and the story behind the decree also spread among the freemen.

In fact, at the beginning, some people thought that this was just the dream of the new Earl, exchange shit for beer?how can that be possible?Don't let the lord drink too much for fun.

However, when the first unbelieving freeman returned to the village three days later with a small scythe exchanged for wooden chips, the freedmen were all shocked.

Fuck, shit can really be exchanged for things!And I heard from Olean that the "Poop Contribution Order" will only be implemented for half a year, and there will be no more in the future.

There is still a long way to go before the harvest, and it is the slack season. Who doesn't want a shiny little scythe?

So, in the fields of Hamburg, countless children and peasant women began to pick up cow dung, pigeon dung and other messy excrement, and the toilets were not dumped every day, but enough to save a kilogram and send it to the castle for wooden chips. .