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

After a whole day of moving and packing, in the evening, a large number of Villetti young and strong were connected into a string with ropes and sent to the slave camp.

And starting tomorrow, they still have an important job to do, which is to pave the road. There is still about eight kilometers away from this fortress to the next fortress, Bulge. Feng Sen found a path for hunters in the forest. The width is less than one meter, but it can lead to the forest near the Bulge.

The goal of these slaves is to quickly widen the forest to five meters. Feng Sen has asked someone to calculate that this project will take about four to five days when more than a thousand slaves and peasants are invested.

But Feng Sen is not in a hurry, he still has a whole winter to play slowly with the Villetti people, besides, wherever the road goes, it can already be called a territory!

Chapter 345 Feng Sen: Do you like money in sacks?

Feng Sen was wearing a woolen black war robe, standing on a high platform, and piles of Solidar were placed behind him. Under the brilliance of the setting sun, these gold coins were shining brightly.

The soldiers of the Saxony Shogunate army gathered in the square, with their heads raised, their eyes flickering, staring at those golden cuties.

And more people turned their attention to the golden silk belt in Feng Sen's hand. It was something that only those with honors could wear. It was power, and it was the deepest jealousy and desire of countless people.

Feng Sen raised his hand to signal the soldiers to be quiet. He cleared his throat, and his sonorous and forceful voice spread throughout the camp.

"Gentlemen, I have said that whoever is the first to climb into the battle and behead the general to capture the flag will be rewarded with [-] Solidars, and the reward will be rewarded twice. If there is any merit, it will be distributed on the spot. I will do what I said. I don't talk nonsense, Liang Congbao, Sigurd, you two come up!"

The government soldiers Liang Congbao and Banner Sigur excitedly stepped up to the high platform and came to Feng Sen.

Feng Sen patted them on the shoulder: "Okay, good man! Come on, come closer!"

As soon as the two approached, Feng Sen took out a thin gold ribbon and tied it around Liang Congbao's waist under Sigur's envious eyes.

"Liang Congbao, behead the general and capture the flag, reward [-] Solidars, give Ce Xun two turns, give [-] acres of land, grant Yunqiwei~" Three loud soldiers held tin horns and shouted in a drawn-out tone.

"Come on, here is your reward." Feng Sen picked up a sack, which contained a heavy bag of Solidar currency, "Today is our first battle in the Battle of Villetti, and it is also the first time we have made meritorious service in this battle. , I’ll pay for it myself, and I’ll add another shovel for you!”

As he said that, Feng Sen took out a small shovel for shoveling chestnuts from the open mouth of the large (harmonious) sack on the side, and shoveled a large shovel full of gold coins, stuffing them into Liang Congbao's sack.

After receiving the sack, Liang Congbao bowed to thank him, while Feng Sen joked, "Why do you still look sad after taking the reward? Too little?"

"No, no, no." Liang Congbao hurriedly defended, sweating profusely, "It's because the bounty is too much, and I will continue to fight in the future. I don't know how to carry the bounty."

Feng Sen laughed loudly and said, "You can either put it at the military judge of your battalion, or find someone to transport it to your home. It's really not possible. The West Britain Company still has a bank account. You can sign a contract and go back to Hamburg for nothing."

After sending Liang Congbao away, Feng Sen turned his attention to the North Banner again: "Good man, your name is Sigur?"

Sigurd immediately clasped his fists and said in jerky Chinese, "I'm handsome, my little name is indeed Sigurd."

"Well, Ce Xun has turned twice, you have already accumulated merits before, do you want to be promoted in the banner, or do you want to go out of the banner and become a soldier?"

"The little one is willing to go to the Fubing!" Sigurd hurriedly bowed his hands.

"Okay, if you have served in the Fuqian for one year, have no criminal record and can communicate in Chinese with the captain, you can be promoted to the Fubing." Feng Sen nodded with satisfaction.

"Sigur, first climb up the battle, reward five hundred Solidars, reward twice, grant one hundred acres of land, and grant a foreign surname to Han people~"

As usual, he added a shovel to Sigur, and Feng Sen continued to distribute money. This battle (more hits and fewer) won ([-]% of the casualties), but the scale was small, only one turn of merit plus rewards.

Bags of gold coins fell into the hands of the government soldiers and bannermen, and the fanaticism in their eyes became more intense. Of course, the most intense were those who did not have it, as well as outsiders, such as those righteous followers, civilian husbands, and Saxon tribal fighters.

After the reward ceremony was over, the dust settled, the aroma of roasted sheep and fruits rose in the camp, and the sounds of celebration and singing complemented the cries of the slave camp.

At this moment, Liang Congbao didn't sing. He just handed over the purse to the military judge for safekeeping. He should be relaxed, but he is still thinking about one thing, that is, the issue of a hundred acres of land.

He was thinking whether to keep the [-] mu of land, or sell it directly and buy new land in his hometown.

He had just looked at the field, and it was far from the canal, and it didn't look very productive.

The most important thing is that it is too far away from home. His family lives in Hanover, and the loss of transporting the land output from here to Hanover is really not low.

The [-] mu of land is not non-transferable, the gift of [-] mu of land is not just a grant of land, the honor also gave him the upper limit of the land.

For example, the upper limit for a mansion soldier to own land is [-] mu, then he will be given [-] mu of land after two rounds of meritorious service. At this time, he owns [-] mu of land, and the upper limit is [-] mu.

At this time, if he sells one hundred acres, then he will own one hundred acres of land, with a limit of two hundred acres, which is the limit brought by his honor.

The upper limit for ordinary civilians to own land is [-] mu, and no matter how rich they are, they can't buy more land.

At this moment, a businessman from the West Britain Company appeared, and he followed Liang Congbao step by step. The two whispered, and finally attracted military judges and scribes.

Witnessed by the scribes and the military judge, Liang Congbao happily signed a contract in triplicate with the businessman.

The content of the contract is also very simple, that is, the Fubing will contract the land to the businessman, and the merchant will recruit tenants, prepare tools, cultivate the land, and give the Fubing a certain income or contracting fee every year.

"But if that's the case, what's the difference between him and finding someone to farm by himself?" Listening to Feng Sen's explanation, Sun Jingxiao couldn't help asking, "Doesn't it still need to be transported, there is loss, and the distance is too long, so it can't be controlled? "

"It's a big difference." Feng Sen continued to walk forward beside the dense woods, "The merchants contract the fields, and the output does not need to be transported to the hands of the government soldiers, but directly sold or secondary processed.

The government soldiers do not need to go to the fields to collect them. He only needs to take the land deed and contract and go to the headquarters of the West Britain Company every year to withdraw the corresponding woolen cloth or solida. "

"Don't you want to transport woolen cloth and Solidar?"

"Of course not. For example, A sold the grain in Villetti for money, and put it in the branch of Villetti, and the general ticket office of the bank gave the money to the soldier.

In this way, there are two situations. If the head office is short of money, it will escort some of them from the nearest branch office, reducing transportation costs and safety risks.Or if the head office needs to do something or buy something, just let the branch below do it.

There are too many twists and turns here, anyway, you won't lose money. "

However, this kind of bank bank is very dangerous. Feng Sen always uses Ramosberg's silver mine equity and wool as anchors.

And in a short period of time, Feng Sen is not planning to engage in banknotes or a large financial industry. The current productivity is still poor. It is just for the convenience of material transportation and currency circulation. Now it still needs agricultural capital.

"But what's the use of doing that?"

"Of course it is useful. The output of centralized agriculture is much higher than that of decentralized agriculture." Feng Sen explained, "For example, every mu of land has an owner, and these fields are originally irregular, with different sizes and scattered everywhere.

To give a specific example, suppose one person has to pull a plow with one ox for a hundred acres of land, and turn around at the end, and turn around ten times for a hundred acres. If he has another field, he even has to lead the ox to another field.

That one thousand mu is ten people and ten cows, and each person makes a total of a hundred U-turns, so much time wasted.

If one thousand mu of land is contracted by the same contractor, then he can send ten men and ten cows to walk side by side, pulling from the beginning to the end without losing any head.

For another example, on the issue of water diversion, it is relatively simple to coordinate water diversion with ten landlords, but what if it is coordinated with a hundred landlords?Among them, it is too time-consuming to go around and intrigue, but if it is a contractor, how much efficiency will be improved by unified deployment and unified planning? "

In addition, centralized agriculture also brought more scale benefits and income, which solved the problem of insufficient manpower and no income for the soldiers at home when they were fighting outside.

"Then what if the merchants encroach on the land?"

"Crazy? The government soldiers have knives in their hands, and they are not qualified to manage the crimes committed by the government soldiers. They all report to the central government and are judged by a special department. I have to check the results of the trial.

To put it bluntly, the government soldiers hacked to death a small businessman with assets of several thousand solidars, cut some honors, fined some money, and the matter was over. "

Speaking of this, Feng Sen smiled and looked at the sky: "Besides, the charter certificates of the grain contractors were not issued by the West Britain Company, but by the shogunate. Affiliated under the company, the owner of the bank is me."

3Chapter 16 On that day, human beings recalled the terror under the dominion of giants

Dragowirt was built on the side of the Havel River. Just south of it is Lake Plaue, which is bigger than the city of Dragowitte. Forty kilometers to the east of Lake Plaue is the Elbe River.

Dragovit was originally just a small village, but with the efforts of Dragovit, it became the capital of the Brenner tribe and the entire Villetti Kingdom within 20 years.

On the wooden-paved streets of Dragovit, farmers, merchants, and hunters come and go, dressed in fur, linen, and even silk.

The bazaar is filled with a dazzling array of goods, from silks, jewelry and spices from far away, to local grains, fish and handicrafts.

"How much is this fish?"

"A Denier."

"It's too expensive."

However, recently, in addition to the good trade of various agricultural products, another kind of goods has become popular.

"I will give you two Solidars for this iron sword."

"Not for sale, not for double. If you don't go to the market to have a look, you think it's the previous price?"

In the streets and alleys, the people of Villetti walked busily, and the hustle and bustle and joy that the market should have had gradually disappeared in the words of the men talking about the war.

Women were talking in the streets and alleys, talking about relatives being taken away as slaves. I am afraid that only children can run with laughter, chasing animals and carriages along the street.

Under the overcast clouds, the whole Dragovet was a bit damp and gray.

"On average, each city wall can't last for three days!" Dragovit roared loudly, "Even if there are two thousand pigs in each city wall, it won't be impossible to defend the city wall for three days. Even if they dig the city wall, it will take more than three days!"

The tribal leaders frowned and said nothing. An old warlock folded his hands in front of his chest, and tapped his arms unconsciously.

In the hall, the fire was burning vigorously, as if infected by the heat, Dragowett's heart burned even more intensely.

A tense atmosphere permeated the hall, and everyone was silently thinking about how to deal with the next step, and even silently thinking about the way out.

The familiar leaders huddled together and discussed in low voices. Dragovit's beard trembled slightly, and he stared at the leader below, with determination and doubt in his eyes.

"Your Highness, maybe we shouldn't just talk here." The white-haired priest before said, "I heard that a messenger escaped from the Saxon army, maybe we can get a message from him." Get some truth."

"Is he here yet?"

"It arrived yesterday, but he was too tired and just woke up."

"Bring him up."

The wooden door opened, and a thin figure came in with the cold raindrops. It was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy. He stood timidly, and did not dare to move forward until the old priest waved to him benevolently.

"Which city do you come from?" Pulling up his cloak, Dragovit sat down on the throne again.

The young man swallowed, and with the encouragement of the old priest, he said in a trembling voice: "I am an envoy sent from Burg. We have encountered terrible magic."

"Bulger fell ten days ago, why are you here now?" A questioning voice came from the crowd.

The boy quickly blushed and explained thickly: "On the third day of defending the city, I was sent out to ask for help, but their light cavalry blocked the road. We had to go back the same way first, and made a long detour through the forest before returning."

"Ignore these things." Dragovit waved his hand irritably, "Tell me first, how you were captured, since you returned the same way, you should be able to see the scene of them capturing the city, tell me."

As if thinking of something terrible, the young man's face gradually turned livid. He looked around in fear at the leaders who kept staring at him, and even his breathing trembled.

"You said it!"

"If you don't say it, you'll be a spy!"

The boy squinted his eyes, as if he had returned to that day again, his voice was slightly crying: "They...they are so powerful!

That day, we sent the women, the old and the weak to the tribes in the rear of our entire city. In the whole village, there were [-] young and strong. We mobilized weapons, and everyone was given at least a dagger or a spear. Our city wall was as high as four people, and it was still raining that day.

But, but..."

The boy's stuttering voice became dry, but the crying in his throat became more and more obvious: "The first day they arrived, they sent cavalry to clean up all the surrounding small villages, and some villagers who were not able to evacuate in time were captured by them as slaves.

The next day they destroyed all the houses and cleared a clearing before the Wall, and at night we heard strange, demonic noises from their camp.

Day three, oh-"

The boy covered his face and began to cry. He seemed to be in that terrible scene again, and his whole body couldn't help shaking.

"I love your brother, you said it!"

"Why did you stop, talk, talk!"

Seeing that the child was about to faint again, the old priest hurriedly stopped everyone from shouting.

He stepped forward carefully and patted the boy on the back: "Okay, we are brave warriors, how can we cry? Tell me their information, so that we can take revenge!"

Having settled down, maybe it was the flame of revenge that revived his fighting spirit, the boy gritted his teeth and said, "On the third day, they summoned a hundred one-armed giants.

Those giants have huge triangular bodies, their hair covers their faces with hair (cannon wire), and they have only one arm, but their arm is extremely powerful.

These evil giants will hold a huge shield (楯chariot) and come to the city wall. Their panting sound is equivalent to that of a hundred people. No matter how we fight back, we will not be able to break their shield.

Then, something terrible happened. Those giants pulled out boulders the size of a millstone (actually only the size of a bucket), and roared like thunder, smashing the boulders against our city wall with such force that even the ground trembled.

They seem to have infinite physical strength. From morning to night, the city wall was smashed with a hole the height of a person.

The most frightening thing was that after noon, they had been bombarding towards the gate of the city wall. By evening, one of the gates had collapsed, and no one dared to stand on the wall of the city wall.

Then, they pushed a movable bridge and put it on the ditch. A group of warriors in green clothes and a group of warriors in gray clothes stepped on the bridge and began to attack. Our warriors went out of the city to meet the enemy, and quickly repelled them..."

"Okay!" a leader exclaimed, "This is our Villetti warrior."

"After being attacked by giants for a day, we can still go out of the city to meet the enemy. What a terrible situation, we can actually beat them back. Our Villetti is really amazing."

Under the great depressive emotions, this section was recognized by the leaders, and they stood up one after another, admiring the courage of these warriors, and at the same time cheering themselves up.

"Since they have been repulsed, why did Bulger Fortress fall?" Frowning, Dragovit asked a key question.

The boy closed his eyes in pain: "After repelling them, we decided to pursue and destroy the bridge over the ditch.

But at this time you, a group of terrible demons appeared. They have black hair, black eyes, black skin, and black scales on their bodies.

Their scales are invulnerable to swords and guns, even the sharpest axes can't be cut. Their weapons are so sharp that no one can stop them. Our warriors resisted desperately, but they were still retreating. Those escaped soldiers in green appeared again and surrounded us from both sides...

Then, then..."

"Okay, needless to say." Dragovit interrupted him, "You have made it very clear, go down and rest, we will definitely avenge the Vileti people in Bulger."