When Simon returned to the hunting villa, it was already shining brightly.

"It's really deadly." Simon entered the house in sweat, and with the help of the fat man, he removed the soft armor of the mail and went to the water tank to wash his face.

At this time, Krishin also prepared lunch, and the three of them simply ate bread with the broth.

"Little Klein, you are familiar with this place. How many serfs and free farmers are there in the village?" Simon chewed the bread and took a sip of the soup. He came in a hurry before, but just chatted with the village chief.

"If you don't count the people who haven't survived the winter, there are now fourteen free farmers and more than fifty serfs in the village." Little Clein bit the wooden spoon and thought about it carefully.

Most of the people in this village lost their land due to war and became serfs after coming to Baron Dorsten. A small number of farmers also had enough money and paid the cost of obtaining land at that time, and still retained their freedom. In addition to serving Simon's free labor, the serfs had to cultivate public land belonging to Simon three days a week, and also had to pay nearly one-third of their income to pay rent and tax.

Simon was looking carefully in his mind at this time. There was no Sanpu system in this era. The village chief allocated manpower on each piece of land that now belonged to Simon. Year after year of cultivation made the land more barren, and the harvest was worse than that of one year.

If you can first implement the three-bed system on your own land, fallow part of the land, collect the village manure every day to make it into farm fertilizer, water it and restore fertility, you will definitely get a good harvest when you reclaim the harvest next year.

And this part of the serfs who were idle because of fallow can concentrate them together to train them into militias and build some preliminary defense facilities in the village.

Simon finished the broth in his bowl with his wishful thinking.

"Little Klein, after dinner, you go to the village and tell all the serfs and free farmers that I will announce something in the small open space in the middle of the village in the evening." Simon said, taking out the sword from the cabinet and walking out of the door.

In the open space behind the hunting villa, Lin Fenglei. Simon waved his long sword according to the memory in his mind. From the simplest sword-holding posture and gesture to the complex swordsmanship and footwork, Simon is working hard to inherit the fighting skills of the former body master. You must know that this is the foundation for a knight to survive.

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At this time, in the public fields of Fold Village, several serfs were lying under the shade of trees to cool off and chat, enjoying a short lunch break.

"Who is that? Is your little Boer?" A young serf rubbed his eyes, looked at the young bodies walking towards him and the others in the distance, and said to the older old Baohe.

"It shouldn't be. That guy would not go to the river to play in such a hot afternoon unless his brain was kicked out by the donkey, but instead ran to the empty fields to look for me." Old Baohe was also very confused.

"Maybe your wife is flirting with Wolf from the next house again, and then Little Bohr comes to complain!" A young man joked. Several serfs around him also laughed happily. For a moment, the shade of the trees was filled with a breath of joy.

"Go to you, Han Ye, you guy who doesn't even have enough hair to make fun of me. It seems that if you don't deal with you today, you won't know who you are!" Old Baohe laughed and scolded, took off his smelly and worn short boots and thrust up.

Everyone was in a mess.

When the figure walked in from afar, everyone realized that it was Little Klein.

"Oh! Little Klein, why are you here?" Old Baohe put on his shoes again.

"Mr. Simon asked me to come and send a message. All the serfs and free farmers gathered in the middle of the village in the evening. He had something to say." Crín wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued to walk towards another free farmers' hut not far away.

"Oh? Is Mr. Simon trying to reduce taxes for us? Ha, I don't ask for anything else. I'll first waive my rent this month and build a small church for us, so as not to let the poor Hinxer village pastor come here to preach every week. It's not good to be exhausted by God's servants." Hann said with a flying expression, and the other serfs talked about their beautiful vision together.

The same scene also happened in the farmlands and huts everywhere in the village. In this way, everyone finished the afternoon work with curiosity, carried farm tools, and returned home with light steps. After dinner, they came to the open space in the middle of the village and talked loudly with people they knew.

...

After an afternoon of restorative exercise, Simon felt that his proficiency in using the two-handed sword had improved a lot, and even tried a few moves with the fat man.

"It's getting late, let's get here today." Simon wiped the sword with a piece of rag and took the sword back into the scabbard.

After dinner, the two came to the open space in the middle of the village together.

At this time, many farmers were already present, chatting loudly and joking. Two young men even fought together, and the farmers gathered on the side cheered and shouted for them.

"Quiet! Give me peace of mind!" The fat man took off the round shield from his back, pulled out the battle axe from his waist, and knocked it hard with a "bang bang bang". People suddenly added a can of ice water to a pot of boiling water, gradually calming down.

"Many people may be curious why I call you all who deal with the land every day!" Simon spoke at this time.

"My master, are you going to give us a few days off?" a serf in the back row shouted, and everyone looked at Simon expectantly.

"You said it to the point! But you were only half right." Simon was in a good mood today and didn't care about the serf's response.

As soon as Simon's voice fell, the crowd seemed to be in an uproar. Some people were laughing at each other, and some were shouting long live.

"Quiet!" The fat man raised his shield and axe again and beat him hard. After a while, everyone returned to calm.

"Now, I, Simon von Dorsten, the lord of the village of Fold, hereby declare a decree. From tomorrow onwards, two-fifths of the public land will fallow and the remaining public land will be cultivated by some serfs!" Simon said loudly when he saw the crowd quiet.

Simon's words had just fallen, and a louder and more joyful sound burst out from the crowd than before, and "Long Live" shouted endlessly. An exaggerated guy even danced with his shirtless shirt, which attracted cheers. Some people were frowning, worried that they would be chosen to continue plowing the fields.

What's rare is that the fat man did not maintain order this time, but just quietly watched the ignorant guys "crazy" and even sneered.

This time it was noisy for a while. Some guys even thought that this was all, so they turned around and walked home. After walking two steps, some people with a slightly wink grabbed their clothes. People gradually noticed Simon, who was watching coldly in front of them and the fat man with a smirk.

"Listen, I didn't say that the serfs who are free can lie at home all day, enjoy family pleasures, or cultivate your own private land without any scruples. The remaining serfs will be organized into the Fold Village militia. I am responsible for training you, and my servant Hoffman is responsible for supervising you. In addition to daily training, you will also build a new circle of pointed wooden walls and two arrow towers for the village before summer. The task is quite heavy." Simon continued to see the crowd calm again.

"Look, Han'en, I'll say there is nothing so good in the world!" A young serf with freckles patted Han'en, and Han'en looked at the fat man with a fierce look next to Simon at this moment.

"Dear God, to be honest, I think it's better to sing songs in the public fields and sow seeds in the fields than to be tired of working like a dog or being stared at by that fat star every day!" Han'en said.

"Satisfied, it's great if the Lord Lord didn't ask you to serve in the military with a broken pitchfork to go to the battlefield to die." Old Baohe said quietly, as if he had a memory of the past. However, Simon's new order tonight also made him confused.

Among the noisy discussions, several free farmers in the front row looked at each other in a row.

"Mr. Simon, are there nothing you need to say today to call us free farmers here?" asked a middle-aged man in the front row dressed slightly more decent than the serfs around him.

"I haven't said anything about this," Simon cleared his throat. "In the Germanic customs, every man who can hold a sword is a warrior. So I hope you can also pick up weapons and join the militia."

"Master, we are Lorraines, or Gauls..." said a free farmers who looked very knowledgeable and had a little knowledgeable experience last year.

"Maybe you were," Simon interrupted the man's words, "but now, you are Germans, so are your sons, and so are your descendants who live in this land in the future! You have picked up your weapons not only for me, but for protecting this village, protecting the homes, lands, and children on which you depend for survival!" Simon's words put the free farmer in silence.

"Of course, if you can build new walls and arrow towers for the village ten days a month, or hold a watchtower on the sentry tower, I can exempt you from one-third of the tax that month. If you work for fifteen days a month, you will be exempted from one-half of the tax." Simon certainly knew that majestic empty words would not make these cunning and selfish free farmers feel moved.

"Listen to everyone, those who participate in the militia and those who participate in the construction of the village defense project will provide broth every day for Chinese dinners, so that everyone can have a bowl of hot broth every meal! Those with excellent performance will receive another reward." The fat man also said loudly at this time.

Serfs are not allowed to raise livestock privately, and it would be great if they could feed their family in poverty. At the end of the year, they would occasionally have some spare money to exchange some meat with the lord. When they heard that there was meat, some serfs, like eggplant, rubbed their hands and became excited. Some serfs mocked and looked disbelief.

"Hey, old Claude, I think it's quite a good deal. My wife still has some strength to take good care of the fields while I serve the lord. And I can not only save a tax, but also have meat to eat every day. This is such a wonderful thing!" A young free farmers in a clean white linen robe photographed the elderly, knowledgeable free farmers who were on the side, and the latter nodded in thought.

"That's all I want to say. Let's go home. We will gather here tomorrow morning. I will assign specific tasks and select militias. Those who live outside the village should be careful to hold torches. Recently, there are wolves nearby the village." Simon said quietly, looking at the farmers in front of him who were worried and happy.

People talked to each other and dispersed in groups in different directions.

"Old Baohe, what do you think?" asked a serf walking barefoot in the mud.

"The lord has a lot of ideas, I don't know if it will succeed. I have lived for so long and have never seen such a policy or decree. But at least, I can see that he is working hard for the stability of our village and our villagers." Old Baohe walked slowly with a torch.

"Hope. God bless you! I hope the newly built walls and arrow towers can block and kill those damn Vikings!" A serf prayed secretly.

Simon held a torch and walked along the road to the upper hue with the fat man, and his brain was also running at high speed.

Now, new laws have been issued and agricultural reform have laid a foundation. Tomorrow the task of picking militias can be handed over to the fat man, and I have to think carefully about how to allow these ignorant and superstitious farmers to apply the land with farm fertilizer made from human and animal manure.

In addition, two smart young men have to be chosen as archers. There is a bow in the luggage he brought from Dorstenburg; there is a bow hanging on the wall of the hunting villa.

By then, the amount of meat required is very large. If the hunter Bill and Crentine can be hunted together with the young man he picked out, it can not only ensure a stable supply of meat, but also initially train two archers over time.
Chapter completed!