"Hey, dwarf Kohler, the moon of plow is about to pass, and the moon of hay is coming." An old thin serf working in the wheat field straightened his waist and looked at the dwarf beside him.

"I don't know why, but I think this month is passing so fast, as if it was only yesterday that the ox yoke, plowshare and plowshare for the ox plowshares. But when the Hay Month passes and the harvest month comes, the damn Yankees will come to plunder the food we just harvested." The dwarf Kohler also patted the soil on his body and stood up.

These farmers like to use the names that Charles the Great used to give each month. The month of plowing is June, the month of hay is July, and the month of harvest is August.

"What are you afraid of? This year is different," the old thin serf looked at the small wooden fortress that had been initially formed on the hills in the distance from afar. "Even if the Vikings come, we can bring our family and hide in the lord's wooden fort."

"That's the same. It's safe to transport these harvested crops to the new granary in the Mubao. By the way, old man, do you think the crops this year are a little different?" The dwarf Kohler wiped his sweat, took off his straw hat and slapped himself in the wind, and looked at the fields.

"Of course. This year's barley and oats grow more densely and grow better than last year. I personally feel that they can grow for 20 yuan." The old farmer gently pinched the barley seedlings next to him with his hands and said slowly.

"My God, old guy, aren't you kidding?" The dwarf Kohler looked shocked.

To be honest, in the early Middle Ages in Western Europe, when the harvest ratio was 1 to 6, it was thankful to God that the harvest ratio was 1 to 6. You should know that in the cold climate period earlier than Simon's era, harvest ratio was very common.

"Ha, when I was farming in the fields, your dad didn't know your mom yet! Even in the peaceful and fertile years of Lorraine, I have never seen barley like this before." The old farmer kept sighing.

"That means..." The dwarf Kohler's voice was a little excited.

"That's right." As soon as the old serf finished speaking, the two looked at the cesspool with a large oak cross next to them.

"It seems that the monk is the spreader of God's glory! This incredible holy trace has begun to show signs now!" The dwarf Kohler showed fanaticism, and he almost lay down and kissed the fertile soil that had just been applied to the farmhouse. No one knew that this guy who was usually cunning and full of ideas was so pious and enthusiastic when he met the "holy trace".

"Look, Master Simon is training Old Baohe and his shield wall battle formation again!" The old thin serf heard the shouts of shouting together, and Simon's command, and quickly pulled Kohler.

A group of militia standing in a row were walking side by side with large round shields. With Simon's instructions, the recruits in the front row immediately squatted down with their shields. The recruits in the back row immediately stepped forward and placed the shield in their hands above the shield of the recruits in the front row. A relatively neat shield wall appeared on the village road on the side of the farmland.

"Look at these guys, they are full of oil every day, and now they are stronger than the other!" Kohler smacked his lips and looked at these strong militias enviously.

"That's not. I have meat every day, and even if I don't have it, I have a bowl of meat soup. Alas, it was a pity that I was not selected by Mr. Hoffman at that time." The old thin serf said blankly with a hoe.

"Who told you that this guy is old and thin, and you haven't fought a few battles for so long." The dwarf Kohler regained his nature and couldn't help but be poor.

"Hey, why didn't you choose? Like a malnourished pheasant, she is weak and short. I suspect that an old monkey entered the room the night before your mother was pregnant with you." The old serf immediately retorted.

In this way, the two of them's escalating verbal words finally attracted the attention of the village chief who was patrolling in the distance. After a scolding, the fields finally became purified.

...

Looking at the silent shield formation in front of him, Simon felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

To be honest, Simon and Fatty have really put a lot of effort into training a group of farmers who are chattering, undisciplined and poorly coordinated to the point of being doubtful about life.

"Shield formation, stabbing!" the fat man beside him shouted.

At this time, a few gaps were opened in the shield wall, and twelve sharp spears suddenly pierced from inside.

"No," Simon nodded with satisfaction.

The original idea was that each soldier was equipped with a big kite shield, a one-handed axe or a nail hammer. However, this place was heavily influenced by the Vikings in the northern region. Most of the weapon shops in the northern ports were round shields, and only a small number of them were round shields. When the village chief purchased, he simply replaced the shields with round shields.

However, when the village chief was purchasing weapons, the weapon craftsman heard that his leader was the main practice of shield wall battle formations. This knowledgeable guy strongly recommended buying twelve spears back.

The village chief thought about it and if the soldiers in the back row of the shield formation could use spears to stab the enemy with the shield formation, the entire shield formation would be like a wooden wall with thorns, so he purchased an additional batch of spears.

"Collapse the spear! Now I'll test the strength of the shield wall." The fat man issued an order and stood in front of the shield wall.

All the recruits held the round shield tightly in their hands.

"drink!"

The fat man accumulated his energy and kicked the airtight shield wall suddenly. With the dull sound of "Yuan", a "big hole" suddenly appeared in the neat shield wall.

Several new recruits were so shocked by the huge impact that half of their bodies were cumbersome. One of them was unstable in the center of gravity and sat on the ground.

"Barewell! Have you eaten all the meat these days? I can't even hold on. If you encounter the collision of the huge Vikings, you will all be dead!" The fat man cursed at the head.

"Remember, each of you is an indispensable part of this shield formation. If there are two or three individuals who cannot resist the impact and make a big breakthrough in the shield formation, then everyone will die! I have been emphasizing that you must trust your companions, but you must know that this trust is based on everyone's strong strength and steady progress." Simon frowned and said to the recruits with a little sluggish morale.

"This kind of shield wall training will be available every afternoon except Sundays. I hope you will know yourself and don't be the ones who are dragging you down," Simon looked at the setting sun and felt that the time was almost over. "Today's training is over, let's have a meal. The morning after tomorrow, gather in the yard of the hunting villa and continue to build a wooden fort."

Today is Saturday, and tomorrow's Sunday, according to tradition and God's law, all other slavery and labor activities are forbidden except for marching, transporting food, and holding funerals for the lord. On this day, everyone rests on the day of the Lord and praises God in the church.

Although there is no church in the village of Fold, every Sunday afternoon, the pastor of Hinxer Village will come here on time to comfort the hearts of these believers.

"Oh! My God, everyone has two pieces of meat today!" Old Baohe looked at everyone's wooden bowl, a little surprised.

Simon felt that in order to make the recruits healthy, in addition to heavy training tasks, rich nutrition is also indispensable. If some people still only drink a bowl of broth as before, then these weak guys will definitely become a breakthrough in the shield wall.

"You should thank Master Simon. From today on, each militia will have two pieces of meat. However, the three best performers on the day can eat two more pieces of meat for dinner." The fat man grabbed the stew with one hand and said while chewing.

After dinner, the sky gradually became dark. The large bonfire in the middle of the village was lit, and farmers and women held hands, sang songs and danced happily in front of the campfire. The atmosphere of joy lingers throughout the village.

Simon sat behind and watched the carnival people, touching Little Clein's hair on his left hand with his hands, and couldn't help but remember a joke I've seen before.

On a Sunday night, the villagers kept singing and dancing in the church yard. They sang the whole night "Baby, please pity me, please pity me." The priest couldn't sleep and I don't know how many times he listened to it. As a result, when Mass was held the next morning, the priest said "May the Lord be with you" as "Baby, please pity me, please pity me." This is really a major scandal in history.

As she thought about it, Elsa sat on her right hand at some point.

The three of them chatted and joked together in this cheerful atmosphere, and it was midnight before they knew it.

...

On Sunday afternoon the following Sunday, the pastor of Hinxer Village walked on the muddy path leading to Folde Village.

"Oh! My Lord, the barley and oats here look much thicker than those in Hinxer's village." The pastor couldn't help but say, looking at the wheat fields growing vigorously on the road outside the village of Fold.

At this time, he even felt that the cross inserted in the cesspool on the roadside was emitting holy light under the sun.

"I think I can spread the glory and holy traces of the Lord on the land of Hinxer Village!" The pastor thought to himself and walked into the village of Fold.

"I really hope the castle here will be completed soon, and those damn pagans will not trample on God's people at will." The pastor looked at the three-quarters of the wood wall built on the hill not far away.

He was glad that everything in the village of Fold is on track, and that this once barren and plundered land is ushering in a new life.

It is approaching early summer and the sun is beginning to become hot. The wind blowing by the riverside is wrapped with damp and hot water vapor, making people stay in the dark room and don’t want to go out.

"Ding, ding, ding"

As the bells rang by the open space, the villagers knew that the pastor was coming and put on their clothes and walked out of the house. No matter how hot the weather was, it could not stop their pursuit of faith.

The pastor took off his hood and performed a mass. However, today's mass is a little different from the past.

"God's people, we are fortunate to see the appearance of God's miracles in the village of Fold. Now it is no longer a sign. The fat wheat grains and dense wheat seedlings are the best proof! God, we are with you all the time! Amen!" the pastor said excitedly.

Cheers were heard in the crowd, and everyone's face was filled with smiles.

"Sir Simon, if there is excess wood after your castle is built, can you build a small chapel on this sacred land? In this way, I can apply to the parish to send you a devout pastor to protect your land at all times." The pastor looked at Simon standing on the side.

"No problem, respected pastor Hinxer Village, I am planning this!" Simon was sincerely happy from the bottom of his heart today and nodded happily.

At this time, little Clein ran out panickedly from the distant forest path. It seemed that this naughty little guy was hunting in the forest again.

"Master, there is a group of bandits camped in the forest at the junction of our village and Wesel Village to the north. It seems that there are twenty or thirty people!"

"Oh, God!" The crowd exclaimed. Everyone began to feel a little anxious.

"Lord, a few days ago, I heard a few poor travel merchants who came from the north and were robbed from the bottom of the village of Wesel. It seems that these bandits are now wandering into the forest in the village of Folder." The pastor also frowned at this time.

"Everyone is quiet," Simon said loudly at the villagers who were discussing loudly in front of him, "You don't need to be over-indignant. I will step up the training of militias in the past few days, and then lead the troops to eliminate these damn illegal people! Don't forget that this is the land shrouded by God's glory. God is with us all the time and bless us!"

"Mr. Simon is right. How could those pig heads possessed by Satan's apostles fight us who live under the glory of God? I am afraid that I am not urinating under the sacred traces, so those guys are so scared that they kneel down and beg for mercy!" The dwarf Kohler also echoed.
Chapter completed!