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

Olean was accepted by Wang Sima as an apprentice, or a conjugate mentor and apprentice, because of his clever performance. During the day, Orion learned math, management and Chinese from Wang Sima, and at night, Wang Sima learned Frankish from Orion.

This winter, Feng Sen did not let the soldiers of the Jingnan Army relax. Instead, he decided to pay close attention to the cultural level of the soldiers. All the officers and officers came to teach me Frankish and the art of war.

This group of Qiu Ba can become officers, in fact, sometimes they are promoted by bravery. Maybe he can lead fifty people to charge, but he can't lead five hundred people to march long distances to fight.

If they don't make up for the theoretical vacancies in this critical year, their room for advancement will be too small. In other words, if they reach the top, they will be brave generals, and they will never be able to become independent senior generals.

Adult education was done, but Feng Sen simply took care of children's education.

Those eleven or twelve-year-old prisoners of war children also stopped doing child labor, and all came to school to learn Chinese and Frankish.

Note that this group of children does not have a separate dormitory area. They all live together with the veterans of Zhongyongfang, and all of them are managed militarily.

What kind of quality education, what kind of happy education, this group of people don't know anything, they will manage militarized, wake them up at five o'clock every day, go out for a run together, eat morning food in the cafeteria, and go to the school to endorse.

Catch up on sleep at noon, do sports in the afternoon, learn bows and arrows, knives and guns, horseback riding and queues, and go home on time at night to wash socks and clothes.

In the school, there are no names, only numbers, from Feng [-] to Feng [-], roll call is performed every day, and those who are late will be given five sticks.

There is a small competition once a week, and a big competition every month. The two sides fight each other, or fight alone, or test the language.

Their happiest time of the week is probably only when they can rest and pray at Mother Gisela on Sundays, and His Excellency the Earl of Hamburg took them for an outing and personally explained "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" to them.

Next door to Zhongyongfang is Xingyefang. These workshops are decently built, but they haven't started construction yet, and we don't know what the internal situation is like.

The inside of Hamburg is in full swing, and the outside of Hamburg is also in full swing.

Feng Sen goes out to patrol every few days. It is not a white patrol. It is to support the hundreds of households and suppress riots. When he arrives at a village, he will show his muscles first.

It’s okay for Baihu to call out more people, but less shouting, Feng Sen will be furious and play bad face, and even go to the door to force the strong men to beat the disobedient villagers into slaves, while Baihu will play red-faced, swear to die, and then admonish the disobedient villagers.

Finally, after the big sticks were beaten, Feng Sen got them a few chickens, ducks and sheep as carrots, and with one set, they could basically handle 80.00% of the cases.

Of course, there are also 20.00%, which are complicated situations that cannot be handled at all, or stubborn villages that have not sent their children or are even unwilling to accept a hundred households.

During this period, Feng Sen encountered five or even four such incidents.

Facing the villagers' resistance and riots, Feng Sen didn't use Huairou's method, and he didn't need Huairou. I'm stronger than you, and I'm still Huairou with you. Isn't Laozi being strong in vain?

Just pass through Chujian, Sinai, and the rest as slaves. Unless these slaves are craftsmen, he will find hundreds of households nearby, and everyone will divide them up.

Of course, some of these hundreds of households also have elbows turned inward, Feng Sen ignores them for now, and will take care of them slowly later.

While helping hundreds of households to back up, there is also the deployment of population.

For example, if a village does not have much arable land but has a large population, then the poorest family in the village will be moved to another village, and the chief or elder of that village will be compensated with a cow.

It just so happens that another village has a small population but has plenty of arable land, so the relocated family will be moved to a local hundred households for management to maximize the use of resources.

This was impossible before, because they used to be a clan system, and everyone in a village was basically related by blood.

In this case, even if he went to another village, he might not be accepted, and in the end he would not be as good as his hometown.

But with local hundred households as local snakes, things are different.

Some of the villagers who were oppressed in the old tribe or the poor ghosts who lived unsatisfactorily began to vote with their feet. There is no place to stay here.

The hundreds of households with Feng Sen as a strong background are not cowardly at all, as long as they do not exceed the upper limit of one hundred households, they will receive as much as they come, and the earl's rations for winter will be taught to open up wasteland and farm next year, wouldn't it be great?

Under Feng Sen's operation, most of the hundred households basically became the number two people in the village, or even directly became the number one person.

Living in Feng Sen's castle every day, the chiefs who went out to hunt, drink and learn Chinese every day didn't react at all-going out for a vacation, the house was stolen.

The chaotic days passed day by day, until the large and small tribes subsided a lot, he had the opportunity to rest for two days.

"Your Excellency, the group of Slavic slave traders brought the slaves they ordered last time, and the leader of the slave traders said that he brought you a surprise." Olean suddenly poked his head out from the open door.

At this moment, in Gisela's small courtyard, more than 20 children aged seven or eight gathered around Feng Sen and Arvo, watching them play chess.

Arvo always looks like an idiot and beauty at other times, but when he played Danish chess, he beat Feng Sen instead. Seeing that Feng Sen was about to lose, he just seized the opportunity and got up immediately: "Take me to have a look."

"It's not over yet!" Arvo shouted with a puffy face.

Fenner took Arvo's outstretched hand and said with a smile, "I'll accompany you."

Coming to the outside room, the Slavic slave trader from Ross was standing by the door nodding and bowing, welcoming Feng Sen's arrival.

"Great and strong and..."

"Hey, all right, all right, I have something to talk about."

The slave trader didn't feel annoyed when he suffered the failure, but pointed to a group of slaves behind him with a smile on his face.

At first glance, Feng Sen thought they were just a group of ordinary slaves, but soon he frowned. Although this group of people looked like blond-haired and blue-eyed Germans, their complexion was almost the same as that of Han people. No difference.

It should be of yellow and white blood, Feng Sen knew in his heart, but where did these people get them?

"My lord, they are Karelians, and their ancestors have black hair and black eyes, similar to yours."

It was only then that Feng Sen suddenly realized that they were descendants of the Urals. The Urals, who were Mongolians, migrated from the Urals to Europe and swept over half of Northern Europe. Therefore, many people in Finland now have the genes of the yellow race. Very few.

These Finns gradually mixed their ancestry and gradually became the Europa white race, but compared with Feng Sen and other Central Plains people genetically, they were still close relatives.

The most important thing is that the Finns have not yet completely become the white race of Europa, and their women are more in line with the standards of the Qiuba people than the female slaves of the Danes.

"That's right." Feng Sen nodded, "How many Karelian slaves are there?"

"Two hundred, we are willing to give you a [-]% discount as our New Year's gift."

Feng Sen was taken aback for a moment before realizing that it was already the New Year.

"Olean! Come and choose, those who are disabled or have diseases don't want it, you come and talk to him about the price."

Leaving Orion and the slave trader where they were, Feng Sen returned to the small courtyard. At this time, Fenner had already killed Arvo in Feng Sen's endgame, and there was a wailing.

Looking at the gloomy sky, Feng Sen couldn't help feeling a little emotional. Before he knew it, half a year had passed, and 783 AD was finally coming.

Chapter 41 Vidukind

The sky is made of copper green, and the gray clouds are constantly drifting across the sky, and are chased and filled by other clouds emerging from the horizon.

The quiet wind carried a bit of earthy smell, and the wet breath after the rain lingered on this country road. The groom flicked his whip, and the Sharma pulling the cart snorted crisply, and walked two steps unhurriedly.

Leaning on the railing of the carriage, Vidukind looked at the looming town in the distance, narrowed his eyes, as if he was thinking about something or just resting his mind.

"How long until Hamburg?"

"Come on, do you see that sign with a bun and five stripes? That means we're only five miles away from Hamburg."

Vidukind nodded but said nothing.

The wheels rolled on the fallen leaves and made a creaking sound. As the carriage drove, the whole picture of Hamburg gradually unfolded before Widukind's eyes.

Vidukind stood up in the carriage, stepped on the seat, and carefully observed the small town.

In the gray and green forest in the distance, the swineherds rode authentic big fat pigs and drove the black pigs to forage in the forest with long sticks. Pine nuts and acorns were their main food.

At this time it seems to be the time to return from the stocking. Groups of pigs are walking on the dirt road, making annoying noises.

The sleeping horses standing by the fence seemed to be awakened. They paved the ground with their front hooves in dissatisfaction, their long horse lips kept shaking, and their two rows of yellow teeth collided up and down, making a snapping sound.

Their dreams were disturbed, and the horses simply couldn't sleep. They stood up one after another and galloped across the vast fallow grass.

Thousands of horses were chasing back and forth in this [-]-acre pasture, and a dozen grooms and knights scolded disobedient horses loudly, leading the group of horses to run on the grass.

Compared with the horses that make the grooms worry, the snow-white sheep are much cuter. They are like snow-white clouds falling from the sky to the ground, gnawing grass or chewing feed leisurely.

A lamb squeezed through the fence, came outside, tilted its head, and looked curiously at Vidukind passing by, but it didn't take long before it was aggrieved and squeezed back into the pasture under the barking of several sheepdogs.

Sitting back on his seat again, Vidukind said to his followers as if sighing and remembering: "My hometown used to be like this, but now it has been occupied by the Franks, and I can never go back."

Leaving the livestock breeding area, Vidukind is in front of the farming area.

The dark brown field is surrounded by circles of water canals, flocks of sparrows and pigeons are chasing and searching in the field, hoping that there will be grains of wheat left behind in the soil.

But it is a pity that there are only stubbles in the field, and the sparrows can only leave angrily.

The nearby fields are one after another, messy and disorderly, but the fields in the distance are different. Each piece of farmland is a regular square, almost the same size, and there are ridges and roads for walking between each field.

In the hazy air, Vidukind could still see a dozen or so figures. They didn't know whether they were Danish peons or Saxon peons. In such cold weather, they still had to dig ditches and drainage ditches for the fields.

At the junction of neat fields and messy fields is a clear river, and on the opposite side of the river are gray and black square houses, quiet and solemn, with a pure and regular beauty.

Between the houses, there are pedestrians wearing Chinese-style hair buns, and some of them are small officials and nobles who can wear Futou.

"Chief Vidukind, where are we now?"

"Ask where Sister Gisela lives."

Pushing open the door, Feng Sen rubbed his waist and came out of Aunt Gisela's room. This new carpenter's chair was made out of nowhere, and it was disgusting.

After getting on the horse, Feng Sen rode towards Xingyefang.

Today is the day before New Year's Day, and on the fences or branches on both sides of the road, the latest product of the tying workshop - red lanterns have already been hung.

However, since there are no paraffin worms in Europe, and there is no environment suitable for the growth of paraffin worms, the candles used by Feng Sen are the most common rush candles here.

The essence of the rush candle is to peel the rush grass and dry it in the sun, then soak it in animal fat and dry it several times, forming the crooked medieval white candle that people think, although it is made of animal fat.

The quality of these lanterns is about the same. After all, Feng Sen used an assembly line to make them from the beginning, and the quality control is much better than that produced by a single person.

Walking on the gravel-paved road, Feng Sen looked around. It turned out that the New Year was approaching, but Zhongyongfang pulled out many red cloths and red lanterns to celebrate, but I don't know if it was to please Feng Sen or what, the other three squares also hung red cloths.

Feng Sen even saw more than a dozen red-haired goats that could be called mentally polluted. The hair was still stained with blood, and he ordered them to be washed.

After walking past Anliangfang and saying hello to several nodding and bowing supervisors, Feng Sen turned around an oak tree and came to Xingyefang.

Xingyefang is located at the estuary of the Alster River entering the Elbe River. On the one hand, it is convenient for sewage discharge, and on the other hand, it can also use water power.

At this time, the workshop of Xingyefang had already started to make relatively simple tempeh. Feng Sen walked through the compound with a little smell of dry mold and came to the inside.

There are many wooden basins piled up in the room, under the rippling water waves, yellow soybeans dance gently with the water waves. These soybeans have to be soaked in water for three days, and then steamed in a steamer.

These steamed beans will be spread into shallow baskets made of branches one by one. After spreading at least three inches, the surface will be covered with a layer of rushes. After the yellow mycelium grows, they will be washed, soaked and dried to obtain bean koji.

The rest is similar to that of marinating kimchi. Stir in soybean juice and salt, then seal and dry repeatedly three times to get the finished tempeh.

During this period, a lot of salt was needed. If Feng Sen hadn't traded cattle, sheep, slaves, and Eupolites for a lot of salt, the tempeh might not have been able to be made.

At this time, tempeh, as a seasoning, does not contain chili or pepper, and its seasoning function is not as prominent as those palace spices, so the target users of this product are actually the middle and lower class nobles and business travelers.

Tempeh is very easy to preserve, and it contains a lot of salt, which can even replace salt. Compared with the fishy smell of salted fish, tempeh is definitely worth the money.

Opening a can of tempeh, Feng Sen picked up two of them and took a bite. A strange salty and slightly bitter taste lingered in his mouth, and there was even a slight smell of protein in it.

Compared with fermented soy sauce, the production time of soy sauce is too long, and there is no finished product yet.

Just as Feng Sen was about to go to the binding workshop to take a look as usual, he saw Wang Sima rushing out from a corner with a heavy expression.

"what happened?"

Wang Sima pulled Feng Sen to a corner, and said in a low voice, "Vidukind is here, and he wants to see you."

Chapter 42 I am a loyal minister!

Sitting on a small boat parked in the middle of the Ulster Bay, Widukind sat upright, waiting for Feng Sen's arrival.

Widukind came to negotiate with Feng Sen, not out of cowardice or fear, but out of rational thinking.

In the eyes of outsiders, Vidukind has always been moody, but Vidukind himself is not as crazy as others imagine.

In his opinion, as long as he can achieve his goal, even if Feng Sen is his father-killing enemy, he can kneel down and kowtow to Feng Sen. As long as he can achieve his goal, he can easily betray even his parents and children.

In fact, he has been betrayed twice, otherwise he wouldn't have been rejected by his own daughter during the Chinese New Year.

Vidukind even rubbed his hands anxiously. The uprising at the end of spring was too important to him, and this was his last chance.

If he fails this time, what awaits him will either be beheaded, or be forced to convert and die alone in the monastery.

Although Feng Sen made him angry, took away his property, and weakened his strength, in essence, there is no endless structural conflict between the two sides, so why not let it go?

It has to be said that Feng Sen is a pawn occupying an important position in this big chess confrontation with Charlemagne.

If the two sides were enemies, Widukind could certainly send heavy troops to destroy Feng Sen's Hamburg, but the strong mobility and combat effectiveness of the Jingnan Army were enough to make Widukind's rear unstable and fall on both sides.

For the two of them, this situation can only hurt both sides. Obviously, Feng Sen also thought of this, so the two have sent messengers to each other tacitly, hoping to negotiate.

However, Feng Sen never imagined that Vidukind would be so bold as to come and hang out on his territory in his physical body.

The sky gradually darkened, and finally in the misty twilight, a red lantern appeared, hanging on the bow of another small boat.

Feng Sen stood at the bow of the boat, holding on to his belt, followed by Wang Sima, and was slowly driving in the direction of Vidukind.

In the icy river wind, the big red lanterns are like a twinkling star, swaying back and forth in the misty twilight, providing the last bit of light and heat.