Simon woke up early the next morning.

"Oh, I finally know why the ancients often said that going to bed early and getting up early. In this boring medieval era, there was nothing else to do except sleep at night." Simon opened the curtain of the animal skin, looked at the rising sun, and stretched.

The temperature in Chuchen had not yet risen, and the cool wind blew on Simon's face, which made him wake up a lot. At this time, the fat man and Little Clein, who felt the change in the light source in the house, also sat up with their hazy sleepy eyes.

"Fatty, wait until you pick twenty-four strong guys into the militia team, and then divide them into two teams. By the way, pick two quick-handed guys to report to the Hunter Bill." Simon picked up the wooden cup and scooped a glass of water from the water tank to rinse his mouth.

"Little Klein, you will go find the hunter Bill with me later. Go hunting in the woods in the morning, make the prey into broth at noon, and train with the militia in the afternoon." Simon added.

The fat man and Krein agreed, and then they all started to work hard to prepare breakfast.

After a simple bowl of porridge, Simon put on his equipment with the help of the fat man, carried two hunting bows and a pot of arrows on his back, and walked into the woods beside the house with Little Clein.

"You come to lead the way, you should be familiar with how to go to the Hunter Bill's cottage." Simon looked at Little Clein.

"Of course, Master. I can say that every corner of the entire village of Fold, every tree, and even every stone are deeply imprinted in my mind!" Little Clein proudly raised his little head.

"Hahaha, I don't believe it!" Simon knew that the kid was bragging again, and shook his head with a smile.

Not long after leaving, the dew on the grass on the leaves in the woods made the two of them wet on their shoes.

"Master, that's the house of Uncle Bill, the hunter!" Little Crentine pointed to a small wooden house on the edge of the forest in front and said excitedly.

"Oh, is that?" Simon accelerated his pace and soon walked to the hut.

This is a wooden hut with ivy crawling on the exterior wall. There is a strong smell of blood outside the house. Perhaps hunters often slaughter and treat prey on the small open space in front of the house. There are several animal skins supported by wooden racks on one side of the open space, and even an uncooked animal bone under the rack.

There was a burning bonfire in front of the house, and a small black pot was placed on the stone used to make the bonfire. At this time, the thick wheat porridge in the pot was constantly emitting a charming fragrance.

"It's so strange, where did Uncle Bill run early in the morning!" Little Crentine opened the door of the Hunter's House and looked in, but he did not find Bill's sign.

Simon looked at the little Klein, who was holding the door frame and showing confusion on his face, and was also very confused.

"My master! Is it you?" At this time, a very strange voice came from behind Simon.

Simon was startled, immediately grabbed the hilt of the sword around his waist and turned around quickly.

A middle-aged bearded man wearing a green hood, a green linen with dark red and bloody green linen, and a hunting boots appeared at some point near a tree not far behind him. At this time, he was holding a sharp dagger in his hand and looking at him vigilantly.

"Uncle Bill, what are you doing?" At this time, Little Crentine heard the voice, turned her head, saw the person clearly, and looked happy.

"Haha! It's a false alarm," Hunter Bill put away the dagger. "I was just cooking porridge here, and suddenly I heard the sound of someone talking in the forest in the distance, accompanied by the crackling sound of stomping on branches and the sound of chain mail swinging. I was frightened and thought it was a robber, so I hid in the dense forest first. After I touched it quietly, I realized it was you."

Simon was sweating coldly. The hunter's stealth ability was too strong. He appeared behind him like a ghost without making any sound. If this was an assassin coming to assassin, there was no need to say much about the consequences.

At this time, a small and smart hunting dog also rushed out from behind the hunter, shook his tail happily, and rubbed around Little Clein.

"Haha! Little sausage, I haven't seen you for a long time, and I'm still so naughty!" Little Clein squatted down and kept stroking the dog's fur.

"Master Lord, you came to me early in the morning. Is there anything wrong?" Bill said as he walked towards the campfire and took off his hood.

"Bill, I wonder if you have noticed that there are recent traces of wolves in the territory." Simon said, sitting down by the bonfire, baking moist clothes through the warm bonfire.

"Yes, my master, I even found a wolf's nest in the woods yesterday." Hunter Bill picked up a wooden spoon and scooped the porridge in the pot.

"Do you have any countermeasures to kill or capture them?"

"If it is winter, it is relatively simple. Put a sharp knife in the snow, cover it with snow, and then pour some animal blood on it. The wolf thought it was prey and would lick the snow outside the knife," Bill took a sip of the thick porridge and continued, "When their tongues are frozen and unconscious, the sharp knife will cut their tongues. The stronger smell of blood will make them lick more crazily, and eventually die of blood loss."

Simon looked around. It was spring and the weather was warming up, and it was not very likely that it would snow again.

"Is there any other way?" Simon twisted his mustache with his hands.

"Of course there is. We can tie a rope with a slip knot, find some trees with better toughness to make a trap, and then put some fresh bait next to the trap. In this way, the wild wolf that triggers the trap will be tied up and hung firmly on the tree." Bill drank the porridge in one mouthful and said confidently.

"Yes, then I'll leave it to you. By the way, two people will come to you later. I'll also teach you how to use bows and arrows to hunt and deal with prey. When they can hunt alone and become a qualified archer, I will personally admire you two Transnier silver coins." Simon said, handing the two bows on his back and a full pot of arrows to Bill.

"No problem, my master, I promise to make them the best shooters in the entire Hatu Aria County!" Bill took over the equipment and said with a smile.

It was true that Cao Cao and Cao arrived. Two people faintly walked on the path leading to the village in front of the hunter's house. When they looked closely, they saw two young men, wearing dirty linen bag hats, short robes covered with mud, and naked scarred feet, talking and laughing.

"Master Simon, Lord Hoffman wants us to come and find the hunter Bill. At the same time, he wants us to send you a message that the selection of militia and the arrangement of the remaining personnel to cultivate public fields have been completed."

"Very good, I'll go there now. You guys follow Bill to study hard and don't let me down." Simon made up his burqa and walked quickly towards the village.

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When Simon arrived at the open space in the middle of the village, a group of relatively strong serfs were waiting and talking in silence.

"Master Simon is here!" A serf pushed hard with his elbow and another serf who was squatting against the wall. The latter had an unstable center of gravity and actually sat directly on the feces he had just pulled. He quickly picked up the hay and wiped his butt twice, then raised his pants, and chased the man who was pushing him angrily.

"Collection! Everyone stands in their own queue!" The fat man saw Simon coming and shouted loudly to the group of serfs who were chatting and laughing!

"Hey, Han'en, are you standing here? Get to Team 2, this is Team 1!" A serf whose skin was sunburned by the sun pushed Han'en who stood in the wrong team, and the latter looked at the bustling and chaotic crowd in front of him in confusion.

"You can stand up now, just how I lined up, and you're so nervous like a fly!" The fat man looked at the serfs who had a very bad memory in front of him and were running around in the team, and couldn't help but curse.

It took a long time for the serfs to stand up.

At this time, the fat man was walking in the queue with a short wooden stick, and from time to time he pulled out the unlucky serfs from the queue and kicked them to another team.

"Remember to me the people on your left and the people on your right, and then stand in the wrong team for me in the future, but it is not as easy as kicking me today." The fat man said viciously.

Several serfs talked in a low voice and kept complaining. Although serfs basically had no rights, the only right they had was that the lord or steward could not harm or kill serfs without trial. However, the lord controlled the judicial power, and this only right almost did not exist.

"Now, I will first announce the discipline of the Fold Village militia. First, everyone is not allowed to talk when marching in line and training. Second, everyone must absolutely obey the orders of superiors. Third, they are not allowed to leave the team without permission." Simon looked at the group of recruits and said coldly.

"All those who violate discipline, depending on the severity of the circumstances, will be punished for one to three days!" The fat man showed a cruel smile.

Two guys in the crowd who had tasted the slander and even dared not give one.

The so-called punishment means locking the prisoner's ten fingers into a specially made torture instrument. The person who was sentenced not only had an unbearable pain in his fingers, but also had no way to rest at all. He could only kneel in front of the torture instrument and was despised and despised.

"Now, everyone lined up, set out from here, ran forward in the direction of Hinxer Village, and then turned back at the junction of the two villages." Simon said lightly.

Not only the recruits, but also the fat man showed doubts.

At this time, several recruits began to whisper. The fat man turned his head and whipped his feet, and kicked a few people in the front row to the ground.

"Hmph, the master just announced the discipline, and you were impatient to violate it, right? Remember, the first time was a warning, and the second time was a punishment!" The fat man looked at the recruits who slowly got up from the ground and didn't dare to say a word, and said fiercely.

"Don't underestimate running. The thick legs and tough endurance will benefit you endlessly in the future." Simon finished speaking, leading an example and ran ahead.

"Why are you standing there? Follow the master!" the fat man shouted loudly.

At this time, the recruits realized and ran behind Simon. The relatively neat formation just now suddenly turned into a pot of messy porridge.

Someone ran a little slow and was stepped on by the person behind. They hurriedly picked it up and ran to the side of the road to put it on again. Someone was hit by the guy beside him and fell a big shot. But looking at the fat man's gloomy face on the edge of his burst, he rolled and crawled in a panic and patted the dirt on his body and continued to follow the team.

When they reached the junction with Hinxer Village, everyone was already out of breath.

"Stay on the spot for a while." As soon as Simon finished speaking, the recruits untied the kettle from their waists, sat under the shade of the tree by the side of the road and tilted their heads and drank heavily.

Some guys took a few sips and poured water from the top of their heads to the soles of their feet, enjoying the coolness.

It was a break time, but no one talked, there was only the sound of drinking water and breathing. The recruits were so tired that they didn't even want to say more.

"When you return, the five people who arrived first added an extra piece of meat for lunch. The five people who arrived finally had no meat, only meat soup. Let's go now." Simon said as he looked at the tired recruits, then ignored their surprised eyes and ran back with the fat man.

At this time, a clever recruit immediately reacted and immediately put away the kettle and ran up the road.

Everyone rushed to hang the kettle back to their waists and ran away one after another.

...

"What a group of childish young people." Old Baohe thought, and was the first to run into the village.

At the beginning, these guys ran faster than the other, for fear of falling behind and not being able to eat meat. But after running for a while, the decline was revealed, and the physical strength was obviously not up to the point, and some even changed from running away.

At this time, the old Bao He who had been running steadily and at an even speed surpassed the new recruits who had left him far behind before.

"Thank you for your hard work, little Klein." Old Baohe took out the wooden bowl from his home, held a piece of hard black bread in his other hand, and came to the big pot on the open space.

Krein and two other young men with bows on their backs were smiling at him with a big wooden spoon.

"Oh, thank God!" Old Baohe couldn't help but sigh as he watched Krein take the wooden bowl from him and put a piece of wild boar meat and a piece of pig's lungs in it.

"Besides thanking God, you also have to thank Lord Simon. Otherwise you won't even have meat soup!" Little Crentine added.

"By the way, little Klein," Old Baohe touched his head, "I want to ask, during the fasting day..."

"Don't worry, the master has given me a long time ago that we will fish in the Rhine River and make fish soup instead."

"This is really great." Old Baohe couldn't help laughing and walked to the side with the hot wooden bowl in his arms.

In this era, every Wednesday, Friday, or as important days as Advent and Lent, these Christians will fast according to the church's temperance and feelings about the suffering of Christ. On the day of fasting, eating meat is not allowed, but eating fish is not considered breaking the fast.

Old Baohe squatted under the tree beside him, dipped in delicious broth, and ate a bite of bread. I remembered that it was a long time ago that I had eaten bread when I dipped in broth. After eating a bite of meat happily, suddenly, Old Baohe seemed to remember something, and walked towards home with a bowl.

He wanted his wife and children to try this delicious broth too.

As the recruits returned to the village one after another, the same scene also happened everywhere in the village.

"Fatty, I still have some things to do in the afternoon that I can't train with you. You train them like in the morning." Simon planned to find a few serfs who were plowing the public fields in the afternoon, dig a deep pit by the field, collect manure, and prepare to make farm fertilizer.

"Okay young master!" said the fat man chewed the stewed meat in his mouth.

"By the way, if you see Little Clein, let him run with him in the afternoon, and when he arrives at the village border, run directly to Hinxor Village, and ask the pastor there to come and preach tomorrow. I will talk to the pastor when I have something to do." Simon thought carefully.

In this backward and ignorant era, fertilizing manure, not to mention whether the farmers accept it or not, if they are discovered by the church, they will be regarded as heretics, and then they will feel better.

"Since you are superstitious, I will defeat superstitious with superstitiousness!"

Simon remembered that in his previous class, the history teacher talked about the development of Western Europe's religion and taught some extracurricular knowledge in an extensive manner. He said that priests and pastors in some backward places in the early Middle Ages were even qualified by only knowing the first three lines of the Bible.

Combined with the impression of the former owner of this body of the priest and pastor of the village of Dorstenburg and Hinxer, it is indeed like the history teacher said.

This place was conquered by the Carolingian dynasty and forced to transform the Germanic religion, which the local Germans originally believed in, into Catholicism, which only lasted for decades.

Therefore, when the church expands its power in this wilderness, it can only retreat from the second place, select some of the most devout believers among the local believers to act as priests and pastors in the local villages.
Chapter completed!