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

The dishes were piled up, the juice was flying around, the smell of alcohol was smoky, the sound of punching and dice was heard all over the ears, and someone even surrounded an area and put two big roosters in it.

"Red Feather Crown, poke it, poke it!"

"Hmph ah ah."

"Quick, quick, you said, three Charlie Tongbao."

Sitting at the table, looking at Arvo who was forced to drink more than a dozen cups by his own fist, Feng Sen was overjoyed. He finally avenged the Danish chess for kneeling fifteen times in a row.

And Master Zhenhui was holding the pork knuckle in one hand and the leg of lamb in the other. His face was covered with greasy gravy, and Han Shizhong's gray beard was stained with gravy, but he was still chewing on the mutton and sandan.

"Don't eat too much, there's a big one in the back!" Feng Sen also drank a little too much, he laughed loudly, raised his glass high, dodged Arvo who was reaching for the wine, and drank a big glass full.

Arvo, who had drunk too much wine, leaned into Feng Sen's arms, rubbing his chin with her smooth and soft face, she giggled, and wanted to pour the wine into her mouth, but it poured all on Feng Sen's lapel .

Arvo's face is now a faint pink, his eyes are slack, he just keeps laughing and dancing, if Feng Sen hadn't clamped her, she would have overturned the table long ago.

(………………)

At this moment, Zhenhui and Wang Sima were full, and they were singing and singing in unison with each other. In order to divert his attention, Feng Sen hurriedly called out, "Is there an order to drink wine? What order?"

"Do you want to play Jiedu too? It's the moon." Zhenhui pried open a piece of ox bone, sucked the bone marrow and laughed.

"Okay! I'll come!" Feng Sen drank a large glass of wine, coughed, and groaned loudly:

"I've been like a lost dog this year.

Yeye, the tombstone is rotten, and my mother has never seen it.

I think of the willow in front of the door, like a pig thinking of a pigsty.

Nung, moon and new moon. "

"Okay!" Han Shizhong immediately clapped his hands like a gorilla beating his chest, "I think of the willow in front of the door, like a pig thinking of the pigsty, Jiedu has spoken my heart."

And Wang Sima also smiled and said: "Okay, I hope that people will live a long time, and I will share the joys and joys of thousands of miles. For this sentence, let me explain it, please!"

"Please!"

There was a huge noise, accompanied by the sound of musical instruments. Zhang Shicheng, who had drunk too much, was extremely hot. He slapped the table and left the stage. He spun like a top, and the hem of his clothes danced rhythmically.

When the soldiers under his command saw this scene, they didn't even chew their elbows, and quickly joined the dance hall, and danced together with the general. Several soldiers of the Tang army took out the drums and cymbals in the army, and began to sing knock.

Master Zhenhui, who drank too much red berry wine, immediately became interested. He found a pan flute out of nowhere and played it, and Wang Sima immediately took out a konghou to make peace.

Soon, hundreds of soldiers from the Tang Dynasty joined in and danced and danced. Under the stunned eyes of the locals, they formed a neat formation, with their legs crossed and stomping on the ground. They raised their left and right hands back and forth, and their shoulders shook.

The bard was also infected by this atmosphere and played fast-paced dance music.

When Feng Sen was dragged by Arvo to join the disco, the rest of the drunken nobles and freedmen couldn't bear it anymore. They took off their obstructive coats and robes, waved their hands, and danced the local tap dance.

And Zhenhui is like a DJ in a disco, speeding up the playing of the pan flute.

Holding Arvo's hand, Feng Sen danced together with the people around him. He suddenly remembered the day before last year, when his father Feng Di went to dance in spite of his injuries.

Feng Sen looked up at the bright moon in the sky, maybe this is not his hometown, maybe this can become his hometown.

Chapter 44 He has me in his heart

Long candles made of beeswax burned with a bright orange light.

Marble columns with acanthus mosaic leaves are layered under the cornice support, birds and beasts are made of velvet and copper sheets, and emerald gold embroidered Byzantine grass and wood embroidered curtains are hung on both sides of the four-poster bed.

In the empty room, Ador and Princess Eupolit Lyudmila lay on a big velvet bed together, with embroidery placed beside them, and a loom in the corner of the room.

In terms of training the princess, there is almost no difference between Frank and Datang, except that the princess of Datang may be a little more presumptuous.

"So, you fell in love with that Sirisian?" Lyudmila's gray hair spread out in a fan shape on her back and buttocks.

Ador shook her little white feet and nodded shyly. She buried her face in the velvet pillow, preventing Lyudmila from seeing her hot cheeks.

"Why? Those Saracens always stink. Don't you think it stinks?"

"It doesn't stink." Ador raised his head and said seriously, "Compared to Uncle Volard or Uncle Theodoric or even the King Father, Feng Sen doesn't have any stink at all, but has a faint fragrance instead."

"Is the Serisian inherently fragrant? Perhaps he used some spice?"

"I peeked at him taking a bath, and he didn't use any spices."

"You peeked at him taking a shower?" Lyudmila's eyeballs were about to fall out of their sockets.

Ador immediately covered her mouth: "Keep down, don't be heard by the father."

Lyudmila swallowed: "Then what did you see?"

Ador lowered his voice, and whispered in Lyudmila's ear. Following Ador's words, a pink color gradually spread from the tip of Lyudmila's ear to the base of his ear.

"My God, don't say it, don't say it." Lyudmila covered her ears very slowly to prevent Ador's demonic words from being heard, "Where did you know these things?"

"I heard from those maids that they thought I was asleep, but in fact I was hiding behind the door and listening to them." Ador blinked slyly.

"Then you are going to ask His Royal Highness to marry you to him?"

"I haven't figured it out yet..." Ador continued to bury half of his face in the pillow, and said in a muffled voice, "Maybe he doesn't like me, I sent him three or four letters, but he didn't have any reply me."

"Your Majesty, there is another letter from the Earl of Hamburg."

Charlie, who was listening to the Italian scholar reciting books, raised his head and said with a smile, "Anthony likes to write letters, but I also like to listen to his letters. He can always explain the things on the land in a simple but detailed way. .”

A modestly dressed young scholar arias generally: "This shows that your godson loves you, Your Majesty the King."

"He is like a child eager to be recognized by adults." Charlie leaned on the soft back and smiled, "Diodorf, read it to me."

"Yes, Your Highness." The young scholar opened the letter made of papyrus, stood in front of the French window, and took advantage of the spring light outside, facing his belief:

"...Since I fought back against the Danes, the attacks of the Danes have become very rare. Facing the stubborn heretics, I am afraid that only the Heavenly Father can make them bow their heads, and my task is to send them to the Heavenly Father..."

"...The last time you mentioned the problem of rebellion in various places, in fact, some scholars in Seris once proposed a solution, that is, 'use priests to control knights, enrich the frontier, and empty the interior'. This method is too complicated to explain in detail in the letter..."

"... I expect Widukind to raise troops again next year, Hamburg is fine, mainly the Church of Bremen, please take precautions..."

"...Finally, two condiments from Seris, fermented soybeans and soy sauce, as well as a folding feather fan, parasol and kite for Princess Ador were presented with the letter."

"Douche? Is it the spice of Siris?" Charlie asked curiously, "Dalos, tell the chef to add these to the stew, and I'll try it."

"As ordered, Your Highness."

Putting the letter aside, Charlie unfolded the pink feather folding fan to look at it, laughed, and put it aside.

"Diodorf, Astolfo, what do you think of the Earl of Hamburg's speculation about Vidukind?"

Diodorf said calmly: "After all, the Earl of Hamburg is on the front line of the Saxony rebellion, and his military talents can be seen from the previous battles in Denmark and Santer Mountain. I still trust his judgment.

It's just that Bremen is solid, and I think Hamburg and Magdeburg should strengthen their defense. "

Charlie didn't make a statement, but looked at Alcuin who was silent on the side: "Priest Alcuin, I remember that you once met Vidukind's daughter Gisela?"

"Yes, Your Highness." Alcuin stood up, bowed and said, "She is a devout nun. Her father abandoned her and her mother in the rebellion during one escape, and another time later , but in order to survive, he gave his daughter and wife to the bandits blocking the way.

God bless, Sister Gisela was still young, when the bandits showed no interest in her, she sold her to a freeman, who later dedicated her to the Abbey of Ersdorf, and the Father blessed her to become a devout nun. "

"Ah, I've heard of him." Charlie rubbed his forehead, "She is Anthony's language teacher, and she taught Anthony Frank and Saxon."

"Yes, Your Highness, from her narration, I think Vidukind is a complete devil and scum. This kind of heretic, as His Excellency Earl Feng of Hamburg said-should send them to see the heavenly father." Alcuin said firmly.

Charlie looked at Astolfo who was on the side: "Ah Fu, how many troops can we invest?"

"Counting your Guards, there are almost 5000 people, including 3 cavalry, [-] infantry and [-] auxiliary soldiers, but if you want, we can also expand the army to [-], but then we need to activate the Guards Reserve Army and summon vassals and priests." Astol replied loudly.

In the early Frankish Kingdom, the original Mark Commune had not yet been completely disintegrated, and the obligation of all free people was to participate in the war.

Obviously, this does not mean that the freedmen have to fight in every war, because most of the time, the freedmen need to work in the fields themselves, and many freedmen have to abandon production because they need to join the army, leading to famine and bankruptcy.

Therefore, Charlie's conscripts were often those who owned three or four slave tenant farmers and thus enjoyed certain economic security. They needed to pay their own expenses to undertake military obligations.

Others are exempt from military service, but they must also pool resources together to provide for the soldiers. For example, if there are four yeomen, one of them must be drafted into the army, but the others must provide equipment and food for them.

As well as the yeomen, Charles' conscription included vassals and clergy, yes, clerics.

Before the reforms at Cluniac, many bishops did not listen to the pope but to their feudal lords.

The monasteries and churches in some places basically only obeyed Charles, and even existed as the private property of the royal family of Charles himself.

At this time, the churches in various places were very independent. They called the bishops of Antioch, Alexandria, Constantinople, Jerusalem, and the Church of the Roman Father Papa (Pope), which was just a respectful title for his special status as the five major bishops.

In other words, apart from being vassals of theocracy, this group of priests was not much different from other earls or feudal lords. As long as Charles wanted to, they would also go to the battlefield (although the Grand Council banned it).

According to the speculation of the later scholar Werner, Frank's peak strength can reach 13, but this has to be a theoretical strength under extreme circumstances, and the real mobilization is estimated to be only 5000 to [-].

At this time, neither Frank nor Byzantium had a population of more than 1000 million. In this situation and in terms of productivity, it was really difficult for them to produce more than [-] troops.

But even if this is the case, Byzantium also maintained an army size of 15 people, although in the subsequent battle of Frank Byzantium, it was bloody fought by Charles with less than 5 people.

In this battle, even though both sides didn't put in all their strength and just stopped fighting at the end, many problems can be seen.

"I said last time that those who have more than twelve households of tenant farmers and slaves need to bring a bow and twelve arrows. Have you implemented it?"

"It has been implemented, but they all responded that it is useless, and I have seen their bows and arrows, and their range and power are not as good as the Siris bow you broke last time." Astolfo replied with a bow.

"Hahaha." Charlemagne laughed awkwardly, "Exquisite weapons are often fragile, I really didn't expect that...

Cough, so, Diodorf, you write back to Anthony, tell him not to act rashly, keep an eye on Vidukind's situation, and then in summer, bring two craftsmen who can make bows, and talk about his method of "priests controlling knights" by the way. "

"As ordered, Your Highness."

"Come here, send these little things to Ador, Alcuin, and continue to read to me "Kings" after Diodorf's passage."

The servant left the study with a folding fan and a kite, walked through the long corridor, and walked towards Ador's room. She first said hello to the two guards at the door, and then entered Ador's room.

At this time, Ador was embroidering with a smile on his face, while Lyudmila was weaving cloth with a loom, as if they had been doing this from just now.

After explaining the things and the purpose of coming to the two princesses, the servant bent over and left.

Ador unfolded the feather folding fan in her hand, and the smile on her face could no longer be hidden. She handed the fan to Lyudmila like offering a treasure: "Look, he has me in his heart."

Chapter 45 Feng Luoshan, Feng Luoshan, how can you be so depraved!

Nuanchun is still slightly chilly, but the hoarfrost has disappeared.

A large bearskin quilt covered Arvo's snow-white belly, revealing her greasy skin, and her two elastic and firm thighs were spread out in an ○ shape on the bed.

The warm kang was still warm, and Feng Sen was lying on his back, with Arvo who was tightly wrapped around him on his left, and Fenner who was half curled up in his arms on his right.

Ruanrou Township is a hero's tomb, Feng Sen sighed helplessly, since the big banquet three months ago, he drank too much, and when he woke up the next day, it was the same scene.

These two were originally Feng Sen's slaves, no matter what they wanted to do, it was reasonable and legal, and it was normal for them to become concubines.

Originally it was just an accident, Feng Sen originally wanted to pretend it didn't happen, and do what he should do, but helplessly, Arvo, this girl is like a small beast, with bestiality and inhumanity, she will do whatever she feels comfortable or makes her happy.

So, every night and even during the day, Arvo would appear in Feng Sen's room, staring at him with interest, and even lay naked on Feng Sen's bed in full view of everyone.

Seeing Arvo's enthusiasm, it seemed bad for Feng Sen not to do anything. It happened that the winter was cold, and most production and construction activities had to be stopped. He had a lot of free time, so he donated money to help every day, and sent the little girl away so that she wouldn't bother him.

As time passed, Feng Sen decided to let Arvo and Fenner live in. He didn't sleep until five o'clock every day, and he didn't get up until early in the morning. If he didn't have to go hunting with the chiefs every day, he might have grown fat.

Moving Fenner's thigh away from his stomach, and pulling his hand out from under Arvo's smooth skin, Feng Sen stretched himself, changed into a felt jacket and a military uniform with narrow sleeves, and went out. .

Feng Sen closed the door of the back room. He looked at the bright spring outside and the rotten scene inside, and couldn't help telling himself: "Feng Luoshan, Feng Luoshan, how can you be so depraved! The plan to save the country you made before Have you forgotten? We can't go on like this!"

Having made up his mind, Feng Sen rode on his horse and walked towards the field not far away.

On the vast and vast farm, the Saxon slaves worked hard in the fields according to the teachings, and several domestic dogs ran in the fields, driving away the birds that tried to steal food.

Thin green grass grew on the brown-black field ridges. Han Shizhong's son, Han Gang, was squatting in front of a curved plow, teaching two slave captains how to use the plow.

At the New Year's Day feast, in addition to the free banquet, the Saxon slaves living in Anliangfang also received an unexpected gift-New Year, amnesty.

A total of more than 70 slave households, captains and supervisors were pardoned as tenants. Not only were they given a piece of homestead, they only had to pay [-]% of the grain they grew each year, and the remaining [-]% were their own. Moreover, they were official tenants, that is, tenants employed by Feng Sen himself.

Being a tenant for the Earl, can this blessing be reduced?This is no higher than those who work as tenants for ordinary soldiers who don't know where to go.

Being pardoned as a tenant, not only can you keep property, but you can also marry a wife, and you can even go to the battlefield. According to those well-informed people, beheading one level can be promoted to be a soldier of the government, and become a soldier of the government, that's even more terrible , You can also get rid of slavery, become a hundred households, and even transfer to Han nationality.

Every time they thought of this, the Saxon tenant farmers puffed up their chests and whipped harder.

Riding on a Hanoverian filly, Feng Sen walked all the way to the racecourse. As a descendant of sweaty BMW, Feng Sen has been breeding since the end of winter and has no time to carry him.

On both sides of the road, after more than half a year of reclamation, the former wilderness is now full of fertile fields. Seeing the neat rows of wheat seedlings in the field, Feng Sen couldn't help but sigh, saying that the innate skill of the Han people is farming is not a nonsense.

When a Han person sees a field, even if he has no common sense, most of the first reaction is to make the field into rows and sow it.

Although they don't know why, it's comfortable to do so.

But as everyone knows, this planting method was not understood in Europe until the seventeenth century.