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

Whenever there is wild shit, a group of people flock to it.

But as the stock of shit gradually decreased, while the incremental shit didn't see much, the free folk began to roll in.

Within a week, Feng Sen received ten or even nine cases about shit, including snatching shit halfway, stealing shit from neighbors, two groups of villagers fighting over a large pile of buffalo dung, and so on.

Some villagers even drink water every day when they don’t do anything, and urinate immediately after drinking, and quickly use bugs to collect wooden chips to exchange sickles. However, more people used this trick later, and Feng Sen stopped exchanging urine.

In order to prevent the situation from deteriorating, Feng Sen had to add another decree, saying that he or his livestock would own the shit.If the shit that is pulled in the wild is not collected in time, more than two people need to witness it and swear the sovereignty over the shit, otherwise it will be first come, first served.

After a set of combined punches, the harvest season is coming, and the villagers have gradually shifted their attention, only some children are doing these things.

Although these things were troublesome, the effect was very good. Not only did all kinds of excrement on the dirt roads in the countryside decrease a lot, but Feng Sen also swept away the surrounding excrement.

The villagers who got the new sharp sickle can also speed up the harvesting efficiency, which also strengthens Feng Sen's strength, which can be described as a win-win situation.

And through this decree, the trust of the villagers in Feng Sen has also been greatly improved, which is equivalent to a vain trust. Think about it, I will give him a sickle to anyone who gives me shit, and those who are loyal to me will be hundreds of millions in the future!

Standing in front of the fermenting dung pile, Feng Sen covered his mouth and nose with his hands, the strong smell of dung almost made him spit it out.

These dung piles are about two meters wide, eight meters long, and as tall as a person. Such dung piles are neatly arranged in three or four rows in front of this small depression far away from the residential area.

Fresh manure cannot be used directly for fertilization, as it will burn the seedlings. These manures need to go through a series of processes before they can be used for fertilization.

Feng Sen has prepared two kinds of fertilizers for future sowing and land reclamation, one is soil sulfur fertilizer and the other is organic fertilizer.

The method of making soil sulfur fertilizer is relatively simple, 25 kg of urine, [-] kg of plaster of paris, mixed and diluted with [-] kg of water, then put into an earthen kiln and sealed for ten days before fertilization can be applied. Fertilize when you come to open up wasteland.

The dung heap in front of Feng Sen is an organic manure pile, that is, human and animal manure, straw, fallen leaves and mud in the swamp are mixed together, sprinkled with plant ash, piled up, and finally covered with a layer of thatch and mud on the surface.

The organic fertilizer in the manure heap will be fermented under the action of bacteria, and the heap will be turned over once a month, and it can be put into use in three months. This is for the next spring sowing.

In fact, it is very interesting that in the Roman era, Roman farmers had a considerable understanding of fertilizers. They even divided fertilizers into green manure, manure, etc., and also concluded that among all fertilizers, pigeon manure is the best.

But in the Middle Ages, except in some of the core territories of Rome, there were still many remaining Romanized aristocratic families using manure, and most of the lords did not have the concept of fertilization, especially in Western and Northern Europe.

Since the demise of Western Rome in 476, Germans have entered Gaul and Italy in large numbers. Goths, Lombards, Bavarians, and Thuringians have run freely in this land that Caesar has devoted a lot of effort to.

These Germanic people are so savage but so self-confident. They don't have the learning spirit of the Hu people in the period of chaos and chaos. Not only did a large number of precious historical books and philosophical thoughts of the predecessors fail to be handed down, but even the advanced technology of the Roman period was completely lost.

It is equivalent to the technology tree and the road of civilization that Rome has gone through, they have to go again, and they may go astray.

Back to the topic, Feng Sen pinched his nose and asked Han Gang: "How much manure is here, can it support next year's planting?"

Han Gang is the eldest son of Han Shizhong, and since Lao Han was born in a family of vegetable farmers, Feng Sen let the two of them supervise the agricultural things.

The ancestral home of the Han family is in Shandong. Han Gang is a typical Shandong tall and thin boy. He has a fair complexion, thick eyebrows and starry eyes, but he is too thin and has a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks: "Jie Shuai, the manure here is about 16 catties. If it is made into soil fertilizer, it is about [-] catties. In fact, it is best to apply two thousand catties per mu, which is really not enough.

However, the soil fertility here is really good, and there are flat black soils suitable for farming everywhere. Judging from the current growth rate of soil fertilizer, it is most suitable to apply 500 jin per mu, and about 2000 to 3000 mu of land can be sown in the coming year. "

"Oh, then this is not enough to eat." Feng Sen scratched his scalp helplessly. Now he also has fleas on his body. The grain stored in the warehouse and the taxes paid by the farmers cannot support the Jingnan Army and those prisoners of war.

Especially the Jingnan army, they practice martial arts every day, and it is no problem to have two catties of rice or barley porridge a day, which also needs to be served with meat and vegetables.

Feng Sen can be regarded as knowing why the number of troops dispatched in each war in the Middle Ages was only a mere [-] to [-].

At this level of grain production, no matter how developed the animal husbandry industry is, it cannot support too many standing troops. No wonder the small states of the Holy Roman Empire did not raise troops, but hired them temporarily during wartime—they couldn’t afford it.

"Father and son, both of you, please work hard, try to pile up next year's yield per mu so that one harvests five, that is, the yield per mu should be more than [-]."

"We must do our best." Han Gang made a long bow to Feng Sen and replied.

"Okay, then you can take care of it again, I'll go and see what's going on at the kiln." Feng Sen turned on a pack horse and rushed towards the river.

His daily life now is to patrol around in the morning, go hunting in the afternoon to practice martial arts, and in the evening, he takes Al to learn Frankish with the generals.

This earldom is not big, but there is a lot of mess, plus all kinds of messy affairs, Feng Sen always feels overwhelmed, Wang Sima has to take care of construction and overall planning, Cui Xutuo has to take care of soldiers, Zhenhui, an old liar, went to Bremen to study the latest version of "Nikkei".

In his words: "I want to see what new tricks these heretics have come up with."

I thought that the resident priest assigned by the church, Priest Ale, was a man of culture and could help out. I didn’t expect that he was almost useless except for knowing Latin—he didn’t even know Latin, and he could only memorize a short passage from the Nikkei.

But this is not uncommon. In this era, people’s education level is generally not high, and priests are the same. Some rural priests dare to preach and pray without even reading the full text of the Nikkei.

Eating is a problem, how can there be so much time to learn knowledge, not to mention, in this era, knowledge is a luxury, because the words that carry knowledge are too expensive, a parchment "Nikkei" can even exchange a vineyard!

In this way, papermaking has to be put on the agenda, and Feng Sen and the others don't have much white paper to carry.

"It's so annoying." Feng Sen whipped the weeds around him with his horsewhip irritably, "It would be great if governing the territory could be as easy as beating and killing."

"My lord, my lord!"

At this moment, Feng Sen suddenly heard Ale's cry. He turned his head to look, but saw that Ale, who had lived in the Mediterranean Sea at a young age, was riding a little donkey, panting.

"what happened?"

"Heavenly Father bless, my lord, the teacher of Frankish and Saxon you want is here."

Chapter 21 Hey, the nun is fragrant and soft, hey

Since entering September, the weather in Hamburg has gradually become cooler after light rains. However, the maemies in late summer can only make a weak and pale cry, as if singing about its remaining life, maybe a day, maybe a second.

In the dark clouds, the sunlight pierced two or three holes like sharp arrows, but from time to time it was covered by other pale gray clouds.

On the high green valley slope, Feng Sen and Ale waited on horseback.

On the green valley slope, there is a long yellow-gray path paved with fine sand and hard soil, which extends from the forest to the foot of Feng Sen, and then extends to Hamburg in the distance.

A four-wheeled carriage slowly drove out of the forest, and the rolling wheels rolled over the sand and stones on the ground, shaking from side to side.

Soon, the carriage stopped in front of Feng Sen and the others.

The curtain of the car was lifted, and a white-haired old man in a gray robe got out of the car with the help of the groom. He was about sixty or seventy years old, with gray hair, but he shaved off Tianling Gai's hair, revealing a shiny forehead.

"Good afternoon, Honorable Earl of Hamburg." The old man stammered a passage in Latin.

With your level of Latin, how did you come up with the idea of ​​teaching me?But it's not surprising that most people at this time have no culture.

"Good afternoon, old man from Bremen. I have prepared a room for you. Please tell me when you want to start the class. I will arrange a time for you." After all, he is a future teacher, Feng Sen replied politely.

"Father, you are such a humble and kind man."

"We Han people have always respected teachers and people with knowledge."

"Oh, then I think you made a mistake." The old man smiled and shook his head. "I am Priest Fields of the Bremen Church. I am only responsible for meeting with you and sending you a real teacher."

Fields spoke and lifted the curtain of the carriage behind him.

A slender and firm thigh stretched out from the carriage, and stepped lightly on the ground, with a faint arc looming in the loose round robe.

When she needs to get out of the car, due to the stretching of her body, she can still clearly see the beautiful curve from her calf to her buttocks, as well as the snow-like whiteness of her calf wrist.

Feng Sen opened his eyes wide, knowing that his appearance was quite a pervert, he hesitated whether to avoid his gaze or continue...

Made, raised his head, Feng Sen slapped his thigh, isn't he still human?look!I'm shameless, I just look, so his eyes scanned all the way up along the curve of the body.

Although the black nun's cannon is loose, the fabric is soft, and the water-like fabric flows on the nun's smooth body, forming layers of black waves one after another, and an ice peak that can sink the Titanic is also undulating in the waves.

After getting off the carriage, Feng Sen could see her whole body.

A black cloud bandanna was bound by a white girdle, and a silver cross necklace was clipped across her slender neck to her chest.

The girdle and the cloud wave towel were firmly tied on the nun's head, hiding her platinum hair behind dark black. She had an elegant smile on her face, her thick eyelashes fluttered, and a pair of gray eyes stared directly at Feng Sen's face devoutly and purely.

As the nun approached, Feng Sen could even smell the scent of chamomile in her hair. She was about 30 years old, tall and tall, but her face seemed to be painted with watercolors, blurred but bright.

"Heavenly Father bless you, Your Excellency the Earl of Hamburg from Seris." The fluent and rhythmic Latin came to Feng Sen's ears, "I am Gisela, the nun and professor of Elsdorf Abbey Your teacher of Frankish and Saxon."

Mother?This is Mammy?To trick you monkey, can you give me a dozen of such a nanny?

"Good afternoon, Sister Gisela." Feng Sen nodded to her with a smile, "I really didn't expect to teach me the language, but it was, one by one..."

"An old nun?" Gisela smiled, squinting her pretty gray eyes. "You don't think a woman is capable of being your teacher?"

"Of course not." Feng Sen said seriously, "Athena, the Heavenly Mother, is also famous for her wisdom among the old gods. The nuns in the monastery established to worship the Heavenly Mother can naturally inherit the wisdom of the Heavenly Mother."

"You are a wise man, Your Excellency the Earl." Gisela covered her mouth and smiled lightly, "But I want to ask you one thing. It's fine to learn Frankish, why do you still want to learn Saxon?"

Because these two things belong to the Germanic language family, but they are only divided into dialects. The difference is probably similar to that of Northeast dialect and Shandong dialect.

"Because I think that there are still many lost lambs in this land, and they also need to hear the gospel of the heavenly father. Therefore, in order to spread the gospel to them, I hope to communicate with them first." Feng Sen said awe-inspiringly.

Gisela was a little surprised at first, then lowered her head and chuckled a few times: "Most of the Frankish lords don't regard the Saxons in their territories as their own race."

"In my eyes, they are all the same, living in Han (Ham), they are Han Chinese."

Gisela didn't notice the difference in the pronunciation of the two words, her eyes suddenly blurred, and she fell into a moment of distracted thinking.

"Sister Gisela?" Seeing that she didn't respond for a long time, Feng Sen asked suspiciously, frowning.

"May Heavenly Father forgive me, I was distracted, sorry." Gisela recovered immediately, and apologized gracefully to Feng Sen.

Feng Sen shook his head and smiled: "It's okay, um, I think it's going to rain today, it's in the wilderness, why don't we go to the house and talk, I've prepared a new house for you."

"Then I will trouble you to lead the way." Priest Fields nodded tremblingly at Feng Sen.

"God bless you." Gisela also returned to the car, but instead of dozing off like Fields, she rolled up the curtains of the car windows and observed the small settlement with interest.

With the squeak of the wheels, a settlement composed of wheat fields and streams appeared in Gisela's eyes, which was completely different from what she had seen ten years ago.

Different from the common Frankish settlements elsewhere, this settlement is exceptionally clean. Both sides of the road are lush and green, and all kinds of common human and animal excrement are gone. There is only the elegant fragrance of blue cornflowers in the air.

The people here are as hygienic as the Romans who lived in ancient times. Straw bags are specially placed on the buttocks of all animals to prevent them from defecating indiscriminately. Some villagers and children spontaneously carry baskets on their backs to clean up the excrement of this beast in the field. .

"Is this the last time you came here?" Gisela asked Fields in surprise.

But Fields was more surprised than she was. Looking at the scenery outside the window, he murmured: "When I came here last time, the roads were full of mud piled up with excrement...how did he make these villagers behave honestly?" clearing the road?"

If Feng Sen could hear what Fields said, he would definitely say that these villagers are not honest at all. They poured water into the urine, mixed soil into the manure, and even secretly put stones in the manure.

As the carriage slowly passed by, the group came to the opposite side of the Ulster River, Tangren Village that Feng Sen had personally selected.

In this vast field, dozens of brick kilns are emitting billowing smoke and flames, and each brick kiln is operated by three or four Saxon slaves.

They stood on the wooden shelf and poked their heads to observe the firelight inside from the gap in the roof of the kiln. They had to make sure that each brick was fully burned, otherwise such bricks would not be waterproof.

When firing bricks, when the bricks vibrate and melt like gold and silver, it is necessary to quickly close the three smoke outlets, and slowly pour river water into them to transfer the glaze, so that the best blue-striped bricks can be fired.

If the firepower is less than one point, the bricks will lack luster; if the firepower is less than three points, it will become a "tender fire brick", which is easy to loosen and fall off when exposed to wind and rain, and melt back into the soil.

On the contrary, if the firepower is one point more during firing, cracks will appear on the brick surface, and if it is three points more, the shape of the brick will shrink and crack, and the wall cannot be built at all.

The control of the fire is particularly important. This is not learned by learning, but only by experience. However, there are a few smart people in this group of Saxons.

Carts of brick adobe and firewood were transported in and burned continuously, while another batch of brick kilns was transported by a group of Saxons to the burnt blue bricks, gray bricks and tiles out of the brick kiln.

Soon, the group stopped by a small Chinese-style courtyard, and Gisela also got out of the car, looking at his future home.

Chapter 22 Ten such nuns!

What unfolded in front of Gisela was a one-way compound courtyard, covering an area of ​​about [-] square meters, all of which were paved with authentic blue bricks, but it was only recently built, so there was inevitably some humidity inside.

The houses in these courtyard houses have black tiles and gray walls, and herringbone-shaped red tiles on the walls.

The shape of the roof is the simplest hard mountain top. There was nothing on the kisses at both ends of the main ridge, but Feng Sen gave full play to his creativity and placed several statues of angels in the places where the kissing beasts were originally placed.

In the middle of the roof, a cross was erected high.

At first glance, this scene is quite magical.

"If this is placed elsewhere, it can be used as a small church." Fields couldn't help but said.

"You can preach here as much as you want." Unless you know Chinese, even if you know Chinese, it's useless, when the time comes, utilitarian theism will teach you how to behave.

At this time, behind Gisela, a little nun with a large bag also got out of the car. She dragged the package out of the car with difficulty, and looked at the big house with her mouth open.

"Aunt Gisela, are we going to live here from now on?"

"Yes."

"Good, so I can sleep alone, with Shiron and the others, it's hot and noisy."

"This is not the attitude a nun should have, Mia." Gisela said sternly, "You have made a vow of poverty, and you must always keep your heart pure, just like the heavenly mother Athena."

"I'm sorry, Mammy."

"Punish you to recite paragraph No. 12 of the third section of the Nikkei fifty times, go."

"Okay." Mia went to a corner dejectedly, and recited the Nikkei aloud.

"Sorry for making you laugh."

"No, she's just a child, and mistakes are inevitable."

"Please come in."