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

"Damn it, it's such a good place." A one-eyed Viking old man muttered unwillingly, "If I had known that there would be such a good land, I would have gone to Britain to rob something, just come and cast the flag, and it will be in place in one step. Now it has to be coated for a few years, it’s too bad.”

A group of people came to the Baihusuo along the uphill road. On the gate of the Baihusuo, there was a wooden plaque with three big characters "Hundreds of Husuo". It was time-consuming, and Feng Sen engraved a batch of wholesale Only the brand of Baihusuo.

"Which of you in this group is the bannerman and who is the coat?" Bue turned his head and asked at the door of Tuweizi.

Datou and another Viking man with a strong nasal voice raised their hands: "I am a bannerman."

"Bao Yi went to the tent over there to report by himself, and the banner man followed me into the treatment facility."

Two old men with unhealed whip marks on their faces immediately greeted them from the door, and walked towards the nearby tent with five or six coats, while Datou and another bannerman followed Bue and continued to enter the soil enclosure of the newly built Baihusuo.

This soil enclosure used to be a Saxon village. During the war, a group was first taken away by Uda to go north, and then the population was plundered by the Sorbs. Some villagers could not bear the deserters and bandits, and fled into the mountains. , and Feng Sen simply occupied the magpie's nest and directly sent troops to occupy it.

As for those Saxon villagers who returned from the mountains, Feng Sen gave them two choices. The first is to enter the flag as a coat and continue to plant the previous fields, and the second is to get out and eat history. What do you like is none of my business.

Is this land said to be yours?My sister said it was not.

Along the way, the big head looked around, looking curiously at this Eight Banners stronghold that is still under construction. The entire hundred households are in a square shape. Entering from the entrance, you will see two arrow towers at first sight, and a not wide alleyway leads directly to the hundred A small square in the center of the house.

On both sides of this alleyway are residential houses, some are just repaired, and some are being rebuilt. Some villagers or wrappers who used to live here will poke their heads out from time to time to take a look when they see new bannermen entering.

This made Datou a little uncomfortable, especially the number of women in these coats seemed a little too much.

After a few steps out of the alleyway, they came to the small square in the center of the Baihusuo. There was a well in the center of the small square. Surrounding the well, several obviously more beautiful and tall wooden houses were being built by the coaters.

In a wide open space, there is even a brick house under construction. Datou looked at the brick house curiously, and Bue patted his head: "What are you looking at? My house, I want to earn it myself .”

When he came to the well, Datou suddenly found a stone tablet standing beside the well, but there were some incomprehensible words written on it. He looked at Bue with some doubts, and Bue explained: "This is the tablet of names and names. We have a total of 75 acres of land and 50 acres of forest use rights, and then the upper limit of the number of households, and someone will check us in the future to see if it is true."

And not far away, a barn was under construction, and opposite the barn, there was a thatched hut, which was not big. With a big head, Bue walked towards that hut.

Leading the big head to the door of the hut, Bue pushed open the firewood door of the hut, and a cloud of dust rushed to the faces of the two of them.

"Cough, cough, cough—"

The two of them covered their mouths and noses at the same time, and coughed for a while. The hut was full of dust. I don't know how long it has been unoccupied, but the hut has all the furniture that should be there, such as beds, boxes, cabinets and even a small room. Small stove and chimney.

Looking at the hut full of dust and cobwebs, Bue waved his hand nonchalantly: "From now on, this is your home. I'll give you a coat to help you clean up the housework. I also have a few sheep or a donkey. Don't be picky. You can take what you give."

Looking at this small thatched hut, Datou looked around and nodded in confusion.

"Hey, by the way, how old are you this year?"

"I, I'm 28."

"Do you have a wife in your hometown?"

Datou was stunned for a moment, he stared blankly at Bue, and shook his head in a daze.

"Then do you want a wife?" Boo asked impatiently.

"Eh..." Datou was still speechless, as if he was thinking, and the rustic shrewdness just now disappeared.

Bue was completely impatient, and he kicked Datou's ass: "The wife of our Baihu office asks if you want it... Hey, it doesn't matter if you want it or not, and you have to. Tonight, all the girls of the right age in this area will come to our Baihu office. Bannermen of the right age must come. Master Qianhu asks for it. If you know, just nod."

Due to successive years of wars, the number of Saxon young men has dropped sharply, and the ratio of men to women is seriously out of balance. In the vast land of Saxony, a large number of widows and unmarried women appeared.

Feng Sen can't let their bellies idle. What is the most lacking in Europe in the 8th century?Population, due to the war, the population of Saxony has decreased by [-] to [-] in just ten years. Especially in the front line of the Saxony war, there are basically ten rooms and nine empty rooms. This is one of the material conditions for Feng Sen to move rich households and merge villages. .

In order to solve the population problem, Feng Sen issued a death order—every single unmarried bannerman must marry one wife within this year, two wives for a hundred households, three for a thousand households, and he came to check the indicators in person in summer.

These Saxon women are basically locals, and the combination with the Bannermen at least gave them a bite to eat. Although we seized your land, we took care of your wives and daughters. At least the property was taken away for no reason. Make it easier to accept, right?

The big head seemed to understand after being kicked by that big kick, and nodded gratefully: "I see, I will definitely come tonight."

When Bue left, Datou was not too dirty, and sat down on the straw bed.

Looking at the hut in front of him, he couldn't help but slap himself. Everything in front of him was simply unreal—in just a few months, he had changed from a fugitive Norse slave to a freeman. With their own house, their own fields, and even their own wives soon.

And all of these were brought by Wei, the Eight Banners, and Marshal Feng.

The big head looked at his calloused hands, and unconsciously murmured: "Marshal Feng Wan... wins."

Chapter 213 Papermaking Workshop

It has been almost a month since they got the loan from the Jews. The soldiers of the Eight Banners who originally gathered near Hamburg left Hamburg with rafts and awning boats, and went to various places along the Elbe River.

In the eyes of the manor owners and nobles of Saxony, Feng Sen is enfeoffing the Eight Banners, exactly the same as Charlie Martel back then, and he is still picking and searching. Fifteen fief knights only conferred 125 acres of land. How can they support them?Many nobles were even waiting to see Feng Sen's jokes.

But they probably couldn't imagine how high the yield per mu would be under the blessing of heavy plow + manure + furrow planting method. Last year, the yield per mu of Fengsen Hamburg's land reached an astonishing 0.68 stone per mu. If it was planted with rye, maybe It can achieve an annual output of 0.8 shi or even 1 shi per mu.

This data is of course incomparable compared to the Central Plains horizontally, but compared with the annual output of 0.33 stones per mu in Hamburg in the past, it is already a qualitative leap and doubled.

If a family of five uses an average of two catties of grain per person per day (with shells and no oil and water, you have to eat so much), it will cost about 30 shi a year. In other words, with the current yield per mu, 44 mu is enough to feed a family of five for a year, provided that there is no tax.

But compared to before, life has been much better.

In this era, the land was sparsely populated. Feng Sen estimated that the area of ​​the Duchy of Saxony was almost 60000 square kilometers. In such a large land, there were only more than 30 people. Except for the mountain forest east of Hamburg, which was surrounded by Feng Sen as the upper forest garden, the remaining vast forests could be used by the leaders to herd sheep and pigs.

Feng Sen raised thousands of big fat pigs in his own Shanglin Garden. He even asked someone to introduce a large white pig from Denmark to breed with local domestic pigs and wild boars.

Not only for breeding, Feng Sen also divided the newly reclaimed [-] acres of land into experimental fields, soaking various seeds with colchicine (colchicine soaked in alcohol) every day, trying to breed better wheat varieties .

Feng Sen will be satisfied when he can produce an average of 1 stone per mu.

But the development of agriculture alone will at most make me starve to death. If I want to develop, I still need industry and commerce. The current woolen woolen workshop is still in the incubation period, and due to the problem of furnace temperature and materials, porcelain can’t be made alive. Feng Sen can only produce one fist product at present-beer.

The rest are either fans and umbrellas with very narrow sales channels, or heavy building materials with low added value. These can only barely make a profit at best, but tempeh sells well, but the first one needs salt, and the second one needs soybeans .

The salt mine is still under construction, and soybeans are still being grown, so tempeh is basically out of stock.

But the problem is that due to the problem of military rations and prisoners of war, most of this year's wheat is used to eat, and not much can be used to make wine, or even none.

After strengthening cognition and quick response, Feng Sen quickly discovered the source of the problem, completed the review, successfully discovered a new subdivision field, and realized the empowerment of a new track, that is, papermaking.

Yes, among the Central Plains craftsmen who came with Chen Chongyi back then, there were two paper craftsmen, Jiang Da and Jiang Er, who had been stepping on the textile machines with the female workers for half a year because they could not be used. During the workshop, the two almost burst into tears.

Soon, a compound for papermaking was built in Xingyefang, that is, a papermaking workshop.

Accompanied by two entourages, Feng Sen stepped into the gate of the paper-making workshop, and there was indeed a bustling scene inside.

In a corner of the compound, two bare-chested Saxon hairy men, each holding a big wooden hammer, gritted their teeth and hammered vigorously on the soaked bark and wood in the wooden trough. reed.

The two of you hit each other, reaching out from time to time to adjust the arrangement of the raw materials. These soaked and beaten raw materials will be thrown into the square pool in the courtyard.

The yard of this paper workshop is about [-] square meters. Three large square pools are placed in the center of the yard. Two people surround each pool, constantly adjusting the size of the firepower below the pool.

When he got closer, Feng Sen looked with his head and saw that the bark and reeds were soaked in the pool. A young Saxon guy who was a little dazed carried a bucket of lime slurry and poured it into the square pool soaked in raw materials.

These square ponds were about four feet long and wide, and several craftsmen and apprentices poured almost twenty stones of water into them.

Light a fire under the square pool, cook for eight days, then take out the raw materials, wash them in a large wooden tank filled with clean water, soak them in firewood ash water, cover with a layer of straw ash, and put them in the square pool for steaming again. and lime mortar pouring

Repeat this two or three times, and the raw materials will rot and smell like retting. Holding his nose, Feng Sen followed an apprentice, watching him take a lump of raw materials from the square pool and send them to a corner of the compound.

Two big men with their noses pinched were waiting by the stone mortar, picked up the sledgehammer, and hammered again with disgust on their faces, until it was hammered into half-rare pulp, another apprentice came over with a painful expression on his face. Pick up the backing with both hands and throw it into a wooden barrel, and transport it to the papermaking room next door.

The paper-making room has only three walls, and the side facing the compound has no walls. The apprentice in charge of the delivery poured a lump of raw materials into the paper-making tank, dripped two drops of paper medicine, that is, sprayed with local vines. Goo that came out.

Feng Sen saw with his own eyes that Jiang Da's face was flushed, holding a paper net with a broken corner in his left hand, and a thin wooden stick in his right hand, and vigorously whipped the thighs of the three apprentices in front of him.

But Jiang Er ignored it. He was lying in front of the papermaking trough, holding a paper net made of copper wire, and was making paper. Logically speaking, the paper curtain should be made of bamboo wire, but since there is no bamboo, he can only use expensive copper wire. Silk to make paper.

No wonder the good-tempered Boss Jiang is so angry. There are only two rare items in total, but they were broken by these little bastards. Who wouldn't be angry?

Stepping on the brick-paved ground, Feng Sen walked up to Jiang Er. He was lowering his head, not noticing Feng Sen's arrival at all.

Jiang Er shook gently in the papermaking trough, just a few times, almost like magic, a layer of yellow film visible to the naked eye appeared on the paper curtain.

With a slight flip of the wrist, the paper curtain was lifted, and a fluffy and wet piece of paper fell onto a clean wooden board, and the wooden board had already accumulated a piece of paper almost two fingers thick.

On the other side, there is a stack of papers that are already being pressed. A stack of yellow paper is sandwiched between two wooden boards. On top of the wooden boards, a heavy stone is pressed to slowly squeeze the moisture out of the paper.

"Are these papers ready for use?" Feng Sen asked, pointing to the stack of papers, and Jiang Er, who had just discovered Feng Sen, immediately broke away from the concentration of papermaking, put on clothes and greeted him with a flattering smile. up.

"Not yet, Jie Shuai." Jiang Er tidied up the scattered clothes, and saluted Feng Sen with a straight face, "I still need baking paper after pressing, Jie Shuai."

Jiang Er walked to a square fire path, took off a piece of yellow paper about two feet wide and three feet long from the wall of the fire path, and handed it to Feng Sen: "What do you think?"

Holding this piece of paper that gave off a strange smell, Feng Sen pinched his nose in disgust: "This paper smells like dung."

Jiang Er hurriedly called Qu and said: "Europa is a ghostly place, there is no bamboo, no yellow peach vines, and there is no way to make deodorizing potions. The smell will get better after a few days of drying."

Picking up the one-meter-long piece of paper, Feng Sen first folded it in half, opened it, and then rubbed it. Why does it feel so like the yellow paper burned during the Ching Ming Festival?Not only does it feel like it, but it also looks like it.

Seeming to have noticed Feng Sen's displeasure, Jiang Er immediately explained: "There are no mulberry trees, no eucalyptus trees, not even bamboo, and the medicinal herbs for making potions are not all gathered together. It is too barren, and it is impossible to make white paper. , this piece of paper was made by us two brothers after changing several ways."

"How much is this kind of paper produced every day?"

"If there are no restrictions on raw materials, we can produce 500 sheets of paper a day now, and in the future, when the manpower becomes proficient, [-] or [-] sheets a day will not be a problem."

"That's right." Feng Sen took out a few Solidars from his pocket and threw them into Jiang Er's hands. "You have been working hard to make paper these days. When I come next time, I hope to see that the paper first has no smell, the second color is white, and the third is firm. If you complete two of these three points, I will reward you two as officials."

Jiang Er caught the gold coin with both hands, and immediately replied with a smile on his face, "Thank you handsome."

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——————Feng Zhen's "The Collection of the Ancestors and the Mothers of the Ancestors · Emperor Wulie"

Chapter 214 Good Boat

Walking out of the paper-making workshop, Feng Sen looked up at the clear weather. In the scorching sun at noon, the shade of the trees was swaying. Li Baojing, who was wearing a plain white men's suit, was holding the birch bark in his hand, sitting on the ponytail, with his head a little bit. Dozed off little by little.

She was sitting next to the wooden fence. In the small flower bed inside the wooden fence, a few platinum-gold camellias were blooming with delicate smiles in the lush bushes.

Li Baojing's loose men's clothing just showed her bumpy figure. She had a water bag on her left shoulder, and she was lying on her bent knees. Her head rose and fell gently with the breeze, and her eyelids were half-closed. The little white cat dozing off on the wall of the palace seems to be awakened by the sound of footsteps.

Seeing this scene, Feng Sen couldn't bear to wake her up, walked forward slowly, and lightly tapped Li Baojing's shoulder with his finger. This seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel's back. A stream of saliva fell on the birch bark in her arms with crystal clear threads.

"Ah?" Li Baojing's waking voice sounded like a startled bird. She looked blankly at Feng Sen whose face was close at hand, and Feng Sen held back a smile, took out a handkerchief, and gently wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth.

Li Baojing's face turned from white and tender to ruddy in just one second, she covered her face and turned her back: "Jie Shuai, why didn't you wake me up?"

Feng Sen's laughter couldn't be stopped anymore: "Hahaha, I yelled, and after I yelled, your saliva came down. If you yell a few more times, it will be worth it?"

Although Li Baojing didn't speak, Feng Sen knew what her front face looked like from her little pink ears.

"Okay, no kidding." Feng Sen stretched his muscles and made a crackling sound, "Where are we going next?"

After about three to five seconds, Li Baojing turned around. Although her expression looked the same as before, the pink ears still revealed her inner situation: "Next, let's go to... the merchant shipyard."

Surrounded by a wave of knight guards, followed by a beautiful girl secretary, if the next step is not to inspect the dock, but to play polo or leaf show, it will be lore, but unfortunately there is no change, Feng Sen can only go to the shipbuilding workshop honestly.

Going around the street, out of the city, crossing the Ulster River wooden bridge, and further north, you will arrive at the newly built dock. Seven or eight Viking shipbuilding craftsmen and a dozen carpenters are standing in a yard with only two walls, beating nervously.

In front of the house, a tall herringbone-shaped tent was erected. There were traces of morning rain on the white tarpaulin, and a fluctuating golden light slid across the tent.

Walking into the tent, under the herringbone tent, countless wooden planks and wooden strips are inserted into the ground, forming a grid-like compartment, which is opened to the height of a person's knees. Not far away, the Viking longship The keel appeared in everyone's sight.

It is a wooden frame that looks like a human rib. It is about 30 meters long and three meters wide. The two huge keels are raised high. The whole body is made of oak, which is the best shipbuilding material. In this era, the vast In the large forest, large tracts of oak generally appear together.

Under the tent, there was the sound of sawdust flying everywhere. The shipbuilding Viking craftsmen used small axes to trim the ship planks, while other carpenters used hammers, nails and sharpening knives to make pieces of solid wood into pieces. Various components.

The pottery steam pipe used to make the short crossbow was moved here, but this time it was used to soften the curved longboat skeleton... Wait, where did that thing with a mortise and tenon joint structure come from? ?

With a group of guards, Feng Sen stood behind the carpenter cutting the mortise and tenon structures. This was actually a Saxon carpenter. He was about 30 years old with an unshaven beard, and he concentrated on cutting pieces of wood into proper shapes.

"Is there a mortise and tenon structure in this Viking longship?" Feng Sen asked lightly in fluent Saxon.

The carpenter raised his head, saw that it was Feng Sen, and immediately stood up in a panic, patted the sawdust on his body, and bowed respectfully at ninety degrees, very reminiscent of a craftsman in Xiaori.

"Jie Shuai, I have seen that the keel of this Viking longship is connected to the stern post through wooden nails. I have seen that the simple wooden nails are too laborious to drive in, and if you are not careful, you will get stuck in it. , and this kind of compacted tenon joint is not only stronger than wooden nails, but can even replace components and prevent corrosion." The carpenter seemed to be nervous, and spoke very fast, and a series of words passed Feng Sen's ears in an instant .

At this time, Feng Sen's words softened a little. He straightened the carpenter's shoulders: "Speak well, I don't mean to blame you, you know how to build ships?"

Speaking of this, the carpenter shook his head: "I don't know, I just think it's better to build it this way, but those old Viking shipbuilders didn't let me use it, so I left it there."

"So that's it." Feng Sen nodded, "This one won't work, you can build a small boat of three or four meters by yourself, if the small boat is fine, then we can use it on the long boat next time... How about it, I I will give you a note later and give you some manpower. If you do it well, you will get promoted and get rich. If you don’t do it well, hum..."

Leaving the sweaty carpenter behind, Feng Sen came to the bearded Viking shipwright Varyankin, an old shipwright from the North Sea. It is said that he had handled dozens of longships and was once the most powerful shipwright under Glore Jarr. However, during the last battle on the Elbe River, Varynkin who stayed on the longship was unfortunately captured.

After bringing back his family from Beihai, Varangin became Feng Sen's royal shipbuilder.

Holding a short axe, Varyankin stepped on the wood with one foot, and with the ax in both hands, he chopped the wood.

Standing about two meters away from the old boat builder, Feng Sen asked, "How long will it take for this boat to be built?"

The old boatman replied without raising his head, "Half a year."

Feng Sen frowned, and looked at the old boatman's bare head suspiciously: "So long?"

The old shipwright put down his ax helplessly, and bowed respectfully to Feng Sen: "Dear Your Excellency, it takes us Vikings nine months or even a whole year to build such a large Viking longship. You can make it so fast, it is already dependent on you giving me so many people.