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

But on the Saxony side, this kind of bucket arch design is useless, because the bad weather on the North German Plain makes it rain obliquely and sometimes even horizontally.

As a result, the bucket arch did not play its due role at all, and it would still wet the wall, which is why Feng Sen started burning bricks in a hurry when he came here.

Although the Dougong is useless, Feng Sen did not give up this shape, and those master builders of the Han people did not give up, but gradually turned it into a decorative component.

The overhanging eaves gradually shortened, and the original smooth curve gradually turned upturned, and the courtyard where Feng Sen lives now is an attempt of the new style.

Sometimes Feng Sen looked up in the yard by himself and saw manticores, eagles, horses, tauren and a bunch of monsters he couldn't recognize neatly arranged on the eaves. It always felt like a world away.

Walking into his small attic, Feng Sen took off the long gown of his coat, and inside he wore a short-sleeved linen shirt that looked like a later generation. Charlie saw this dress for the first time, and he thought it was ancient Greek clothing.

Picking up the fan, Feng Sen lay comfortably on the deck chair. The summer in Saxony is always hot, and there is a smell of sweat everywhere.

After enjoying it on the recliner for a while, Feng Sen shook his head, and was about to get down to business: "Go, call Edmond."

Following a few attendants, Edmund from Britain crossed the threshold of Feng Sen's house, walked up to Feng Sen, bowed his hands respectfully and said, "I've met Jieshuai."

"Emond, your Chinese is becoming more and more fluent." Feng Sen smiled and shook his fan, "Sit by yourself, I have something to ask you."

After casually dragging a small horse to sit down, Edmond took out a small notebook and was always ready to record.

Feng Sen sat up and put his elbows on his knees: "Have you collected all the debts of the Yi Congs?"

"It's all collected." Edmund took out a list from his small bag and handed it to Feng Sen, "Look, handsome, it's all here."

"Very good." Feng Sen smiled and flipped through these lists. In Feng Sen's own words, this list is the list of medieval usury warriors. These Norse people usually go to drink when they get money, and they have the habit of saving on weekdays. Few of them can buy swords and armor.

When it comes to the actual battle, the only weapon is an axe.

The Northmen are just reckless, not stupid. They are fighting for their lives on the battlefield. In order to increase the probability of their own survival and the probability of making meritorious deeds, there are few of these North righteous who do not borrow money to buy armor and swords.

Some of the more restrained ones only bought armed clothing and spears, and those who didn't care about it all bought a full set of chain mail helmets and horizontal knives and iron bones.

With the addition of these weapons and equipment, they naturally accumulated more credits faster than other scrounging Northeasts, but the problem is that the debts they bear are several times that of those stinging scorpions.

Coupled with compound interest and usury, unless they can turn themselves into a fief knight in one battle, it will basically take five or ten years to pay off their debts.

So the question is, who are the people who lend money to these righteous people?

Except for some other businessmen who fished in troubled waters, it was basically the businessmen of the West Britain Company or the white gloves below. Feng Sen also asked people to buy some debts that fell into the hands of other businessmen.

Those businessmen are also willing to sell the face of West Britain Company.

Therefore, the followers on this list basically owed a lot of debt to Feng Sen. If they really had to repay at the interest rate, I am afraid that Charlie himself would be in pain for a while.

"How many people are there?" Feng Sen asked while flicking the list.

Edmund thought for a while and said, "There are almost 200 people, and the rest can basically be repaid with the spoils of war, and there are even some left over."

Feng Sen nodded: "You make a new list for me, 150 debtors, plus dozens of debtors who are not in debt or have paid off, and hand it over to me before tomorrow evening."

"Here!"

In the next few days, Feng Sen still stayed in Brunswick fishing every day, while Charlie and Eric who led the Würzburg Army on the battle report made rapid progress.

In just a few days, Hadrad's army was defeated again, and the entire team of 7000 people began to brutally sweep across Thuringia's territory.

Those knights and earls who took refuge in Hadlard suffered a disaster, and they didn't expect that Charlie would play it for real.

The [-] troops were divided into three groups. Under the leadership of Charlie, who was in a beast-like state of mind, the local fief knights, the castles of the rebellious earls, and the manors of the great nobles were uprooted one by one.

The remaining nobles who participated in the rebellion were naturally terrified, and even organized a second coalition force. They even mobilized more than 2000 people again and sent them to the much-anticipated Earl Hedwin.

However, when Earl Hedwin was guarding the city of Olamingde, he turned against him, opened the city gate, and let Charlie's army run in-almost all the upper-middle-class local nobles gathered in the city of Olamingde.

On that day, an accidental fire broke out in the city of Olamunde. It was not good to burn there, but it burned the mansions of the nobles who were in custody, and it was considered to be a clean sweep of them.

And Charlie himself defined this: an accident, a pure accident, and then beheaded a few guards and servants, and the matter was over.

As for Hadlar himself, when the army was defeated, as happened in the official history, he hid in the Fulda Monastery, and the Fulda Monastery refused to hand over Hadlard according to the immunity issued by Pepin the dwarf. Instead, he claimed that the middleman wanted to mediate the conflict between the two parties.

As recorded in the official history, Hadlard stated that he did not swear allegiance, so there was no rebellion, and even scolded Charlie for hypocrisy, making Charlie furious.

Also as recorded in the official history, most of Hadlard's own property was transferred to the Fulda Abbey, but the money for his life did not save Hadlard's life.

The Fulda Abbey lasted only a month before Hadrad had to be handed over reluctantly, and Charlie simply hanged him.

This vigorous Hadrad uprising only lasted for more than two months before it died down.

Originally, Feng Sen was ready in Brunswick, and he waited for Charlie to come back to hold a celebration banquet, but Feng Sen couldn't wait left and right, and finally waited for the news that Charlie had returned to Worms .

According to Astolfo's letter and Fasterada's news, Feng Sen basically figured out the situation.

It turned out that Charlie's extermination of the Thuringian nobles angered other nobles in the territory, and forced a meeting, which forced Charlie to rush back to appease the emotions of those big nobles.

As for the finishing work in Thuringia, it was entrusted to Queen Fastrada and Count Lobdaburg. Oh no, it was the new Duke of Thuringia, Heidewin.

So, not long after, Feng Sen received an invitation letter from Hedwin for the celebration banquet.

Chapter 333 Feng Sen: Actually, I am also a poet

"In recognition of his achievements, His Royal Highness sent me a letter to tell me that Anthony, Duke of Saxony, was canonized as a royal envoy of Saxony, a royal inspector, and a court poet, and he was awarded the honorary title of Earl of Paladin!"

Standing in the hall of Olamunde City, Fastelada was surrounded by hundreds of nobles and knights with a happy face, and announced the rewards after the war to everyone.

Today's Fastelada is wearing a blue silk dress, with a half-smear of bright white dangling on the chest, which is quite a bit of cheese pudding.

After reading Feng Sen's related rewards, Fasterada's gaze shifted to him, and he nodded with satisfaction.

Originally, Fastelada asked Feng Sen for [-] Norse followers. He thought that Feng Sen would add water to the followers he provided, but he did not expect that he actually gave out a lot of Norse warriors who were very brave at first glance.

Many of them had chain mail, helmets and horizontal knives. They looked elite, which was a small surprise for Fastelada.

And she reciprocated naturally, and with a big wave of her hand, she gave Feng Sen a charter, allowing Feng Sen's twenty carriages to be exempted from the Thuringian checkpoint tax collection.

Of course, this kind of charter mainly depends on whether the local nobles buy it or not. Just like the charter signed by Charlie, it is naturally full of gold, and few dare to mess around.

The gold content of Fasterada's signature has dropped a lot, but since Fasterada and Heidewin are the two speakers of the current Thuringian affairs, at least in Thuringia, this charter is still very valuable.

Feng Sen didn't know the virtue of Fastrada, so he sent someone to ask Fastrada that night if he had any goods to carry, which seemed to have scratched Fastrada's itch, and the split alliance between the two had a tendency to heal.

However, this alliance is still too fragile, because Fasterada must belong to Charlie without a brain, as can be seen from the incident that Fasterada fell into the quagmire that day.

After Fastrada finished talking about Feng Sen's achievements, Feng Sen stood up at the right time and saluted everyone with a smile. However, no matter how displeased the other nobles were, they couldn't disrespect the king and queen.

Feng Sen didn't take it seriously, and sat down with a smile. Fasterada also knew the situation, and continued to read with a normal expression: "In addition, we know that in this war, there are also a group of people who have made great contributions, and that is this group of warriors from the North Sea. Their heroic performance helped us defeat the evil Hadrad. Therefore, we give the following rewards:

Charlie plans to implement a new type of legion in Thuringia, named the Knights Templar, which currently only consists of a thousand-man team, and the captains of the thousand-man team and the hundred-man team are selected from these North Sea warriors!

Hyrule, the first Templar..."

Hearing Fastelada report loudly to the entrusted North followers, Feng Sen still had a smile in his eyes. Sure enough, in order to make money for his family, Fastelada almost gave these North followers all the money. Arranged near the commercial road.

In this way, the road to Prague and even Pannonia was completely opened. If Bolenus wanted to go to Hamburg in the future, he could take the Danube to Vienna (doubtful), then take a boat directly from Vienna to Prague, and then transfer to Magdeburg.

In fact, with this trade route opened up, luxury goods from Byzantium and the Middle East could be easily imported into Western Europe, and food, timber, agricultural products, and handicrafts from Western Europe could also easily reach Constantinople.

It’s just that the biggest problem with this trade route is that it’s not safe enough. There are Bulgarians at the beginning, Avars in the middle, and Moravian Slavic tribes at the back. Small-scale transportation is okay, but large-scale transportation is a bit difficult.

But with these North obediences, at least on the Thuringian road, whether it is transporting goods or transporting soldiers, at least there is a guarantee.

As for whether the loyalists can listen to Feng Sen's words, they are usury fighters. The debt has been calculated in detail, so that it will not be easily repaid, and it will not be embarrassing. Feng Sen also kindly lowered the interest rate to normal.

But even so, it will take five or even ten years to repay the debt. Now Charlie is dealing with moving the town and calming people's hearts, and even one or two counter-insurgency campaigns will be fought in the future, so he has no time to manage them.

Under the pressure of debt and favor, it is foreseeable that although they are Charlie's courtiers in principle, in the actual implementation process, it is always inevitable to bow their heads to Feng Sen.

"...On behalf of the royal family, I thank you for your efforts." Handing the last knight sword to the captain of the last centurion, Fastelada's throat was dry and smoking. She picked up a glass of wine and took a sip. She couldn't help being a little irritable, so she improvised and handed the remaining credits to Hedwin.

"The rest will be continued by the new Duke Heidewin of Thuringia."

Duke Hedwin was obviously caught off guard, but he quickly regained his composure, picked up the paper that Fasterada handed him, coughed, and continued to read the credits.

Looking at the Duke Hedwin in front of him, Feng Sen narrowed his eyes. If there is anyone who is the final big winner in Hadrad's rebellion, it must be Duke Hedwin.

Although he became the same target as Feng Sen because of his betrayal of the local nobles, at least as a figure who followed Hadlard's uprising and was even a third-in-command figure, he was able to change himself and become the new Duke.

This person must not be underestimated, and in the official history, Feng Sen has not seen any trace of this person, and basically knows nothing about him.

Perhaps in the real history, Hedwin had been the Earl of Lobda Castle all his life without doing anything, and now he was sitting on the cusp of the wind and was blown up.

Noticing that Feng Sen had been staring at him, Heidewin immediately turned his head and showed Feng Sen a warm smile. In his opinion, Feng Sen and himself were both "lonely ministers", so naturally they should get closer.

On the surface, he made eye contact with Hedwin, but Feng Sen thought about his territory in his heart. In his original plan, he planned to gain secret support by distributing the nobles' fields to the steward and the head of the village, but now it is estimated that It's hard to do.

This forced him to consider other ways out, Feng Sen touched his chin, it seemed that he had to find a chance to talk to Ruben Abby.

While Feng Sen was leisurely drinking at the celebration banquet, he suddenly caught sight of a pillar, and Sun Jingxiao was looking anxiously at it.

What's going on here?

Feng Sen lowered his head and talked to the servants around him, and then walked around the corridor of the basilica-style house. Seeing Feng Sen appearing, Sun Jingxiao immediately trotted over.

"what happened?"

"Jie Shuai." Sun Jingxiao swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "There is news from Dessau that something happened in Magdeburg, a group of Villetti bandits joined forces with the Sorbs and launched a robbery against us!"

Chapter 334 Since I Don't Know Who It Is, I'll Hit It All

A faint smell of burnt wheat came into Feng Sen's nose. This smell, which represented food and harvest, made people unhappy.

With his boots on the scorched wheat stubble, Feng Sen gently reached out and picked up a handful of scorched black wheat grains mixed with black soil. He turned his head and looked at the wheat field that was endless before, but now only short, hard and uneven stubble of wheat stalks.

In the houses by the wheat field, half of the charred beams failed to support the roof, and in the faintly glowing embers of the fire, sparks were blown up again.

Some crying women or villagers, with shovels in their hands, put the staring corpses into body bags, and then dragged them to the mass cemetery outside the village.

The two priests looked concerned, held the scriptures in their hands, and prayed loudly for the dead villagers and people, and the villagers took out two round silver coins and stuffed them into the hands of the priests, hoping that their relatives could ascend to heaven as soon as possible.

"Since the flagmen of the South Saxon Guard went to suppress the rebellion, the surrounding tribes were still doing business honestly at the beginning.

However, as the bannermen went out for longer and longer, and autumn was approaching, the bannermen of the North Saxon Guard who had been transferred from the north to assist in the defense all went home to harvest wheat, and Magdeburg's defense became empty.

Some Veleti and Sorb people began to trade with self-made false pardons, and some directly robbed passing merchants, but our defenses were weak, and we couldn't send soldiers to pursue accountability.

Then, five days ago, a group of Vileti or Sob bandits came out and broke into our pass in the evening. They first wanted to use a fake pardon to pass the pass, but when they were discovered, they became angry and stormed in. We were caught off guard. Let them get it. "

A local official followed Feng Sen respectfully, speaking in Chinese with a strong accent.

"How many are they?"

"I asked those villagers again." Zuguihou Olaf on the side said in a low voice, "They said five hundred, one thousand, and even five thousand eight thousand, but judging from the traces at the scene, there should be only about 1000 people, of which there are only one or two hundred cavalry."

"Which party did you find out?"

"Not yet." The little official said with some embarrassment, "Whether it is a Vileti, a Sorb, or even a Moravian from afar, there is not much difference in appearance. Besides, they all speak Wendish, and their customs and clothes are roughly the same..."

"How about the loss?" Feng Sen didn't show any emotion of blame, but continued to walk on the ridge.

Half bent, the Saxon official followed Feng Sen step by step: "They might have wanted to enter the city to plunder, but they were repelled by our arrow towers and archers, but they couldn't break through the walls of the inner city, so they could only loot a wave of farmers and manors outside the city.

The specific losses are still being counted, and we don’t know yet. The only thing we can know is that if there is no food and grass support from Hamburg this year, Magdeburg may be famine. "

"Have any prisoners been taken?"

"Seven or eight of them were captured. Some of them were injured and abandoned by their companions, and some of them were caught by our archers with fishing nets." Zu Guihou pointed to the yard of Qianhu House in the distance, "They are all being imprisoned there."

Suddenly, Feng Sen stopped in his tracks, and the lowered official almost bumped into Feng Sen's body. He hurriedly raised his head and poked his head out from Feng Sen's side, only to see a little girl in her early ten years walking on the ridge in front of him.

Her head was not as high as Feng Sen's waist, with one bare foot, wearing a dirty shirt, struggling to carry a wooden barrel that was almost half her height, and staggered forward with difficulty.

"Little sister, what's your name?" Feng Sen walked up to the little girl. Although he had put on the most kind smile, the big beard on his face still made the little girl a little scared.

She lowered her head and muttered, "My name is Little Nose."

"Small nose?" Feng Sen blinked.

The little official next to him immediately stepped forward and explained: "Ordinary civilians don't have the ability to name them, they will be called by code names for a lifetime."

"Oh." Feng Sen nodded slowly, "What's in your bucket?"

The little nose with a black and gray face immediately took half a step back, hiding the barrel behind him: "Grass for pigs."

"Don't worry, I won't snatch yours." Feng Sen was a little amused, he touched his bosom and took out a few Deniers, "Come on, this is for you, this can buy a lot of food, can you tell me Did you have anything in your bucket?"

The moment she saw those silver coins, the eyes of Little Nose were shining, she happily took the silver coins, and immediately took out the wooden bucket: "I've given it to you."

Feng Sen took over the wooden barrels. Inside the barrels were wheat grains, some were half full, some were scorched black, and some were not seriously damaged.

"Are you going to eat this today?"

"That's right. Usually, when my mother made wheat cakes, they would burn. We ate them and nothing happened."

"Where's your mom?"