Middle Ages.

February 21, 0001.

Wu Qingchen entered the tenth day of the Middle Ages.

early morning.

Akerry Village.

"The place where the turn is, there are two big trees... It's almost here, right in front..."

In the forest, a police officer and four serfs were slowly moving forward.

The four serfs walking in front were holding wooden poles, torches, grass balls, and a large pile of wooden boards in their hands.

Antoine, who was walking behind, was holding a stick in her left hand and a sharp axe that had been polished for the middle of the night.

Antoine had a faint smile on her face.

Antoine has lived a very comfortable life these two days.

The serfs can basically eat enough and bring some food to their families every day. In order not to lose such good things, these guys work very hard and basically don't need Antoine to spend too much effort.

More importantly, every time a cell moves successfully, Antoine can receive a bowl of wheat from the master!

A bowl of wheat!

This is not a bean!

A whole bowl of wheat, with a little peas and cabbage, is enough for a family to eat beautifully throughout the day!

Of course, everyone knows that Antoine has a good woman, a person who can live, and she will definitely not ruin good things like this.

Of course, the wheat given by the master is the fullest and freshest wheat, especially the wheat given by the pastor, who may also be blessed by the master, so how can you eat it directly?

We must pack it up well. By the next year, we will plant it in the ground and let a few more germination straws grow.

By the way, we need to add honeycombs!

Just as he was fantasizing about the fact that the ground was covered with wheat straw and each straw was full of wheat seeds next year, Antoine's smile became stronger and stronger.

At this moment, Antoine suddenly noticed that the serf walking at the back, who was walking in the end, had stepped into the empty space or had some mixing, and suddenly staggered and fell slanted.

"oops!"

Because he was walking at the end and seeing it first, and because of some reason Antoine had not realized, when other serfs had not yet reacted, Antoine had already rushed forward like a conditioned reflex, holding the serf who almost fell down.

"Thank you, the police officer... Fortunately, you are there." The serf hurriedly thanked.

"It's okay." Antoine didn't care. "Look at it, it's very difficult to walk in the forest. Be careful and don't waste time."

"Okay, I'll be careful." The serf nodded repeatedly.

"Police servant..." At this time, another serf heard the voice of him: "Your stuff."

Antoine turned her head and realized that in a hurry just now, she was busy helping someone, but she threw the axe and stick to the ground.

Then, when he was talking to the serf who almost fell, the serf next to him had already picked it up for him.

“Um…”

Antoine took the axe and stick casually.

After the small episode, the team continued to move forward.

Walking at the end, one hand, one hand with an axe, some idea hovered in Antoine's head from time to time:

Think about it carefully, I have never had the chance to use a stick in the past two days. Why do I have to carry it with me?

In addition, do I have to take such a heavy axe?

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At the same time.

Village trail.

Along the narrow path, a long row of tall wooden poles were erected. Each of them was equipped with a roof for sheltering from the wind and rain, and honeycombs were hung below. Each two were separated by dozens of steps, extending from the corner to the next corner.

On both sides of the path, in the open commons, buckwheat flowers bloom.

This is the lord commons that the villagers served in the summer service the year before, and it is also a must-pass way to turn over the plowing land this year.

It was during the service that a large group of free people carried the farm tools they had just received from the village head to the commons assigned to their families.

Four police officers were blocking the corner of the trail.

The police officer standing in front kept shouting at the blocked villagers: "Let's go slowly! Go slowly! Come and take a look! Look clearly before going over! Otherwise, be careful of getting a stick!"

"What's wrong? Quincy..."

Upton grabbed a villager standing in front.

"It's the Upton of good luck!" Quincy turned around and saw the people around him clearly. A deep envy immediately emerged on his face, "How about it, is the black bread that the pastor bestowed delicious?"

"Hey, good luck, good luck." Upton smiled a little embarrassedly and continued to ask, "What's wrong with the front? Why don't you let go?"

"It's not that we don't let the past..." Quincy replied: "It's that we're going to be careful about the past."

"Be careful about passing? What does it mean?"

"You'll know when you come here and take a look." As he said that, Quincy gave up a little gap.

Upton leaned over and immediately saw a long row of drawing boards beside the police officers.

On the first drawing board, there is a vague villager, with one of the villagers' hands, a wooden pole hanging with honeycombs.

"What does this mean? Let's help hold the pole?"

"Swish... hold the wooden pole?" Quincy laughed, "Look at it carefully."

Upton looked carefully and found that there were two black lines on the other side of the first drawing board.

"What does it mean?" Upton didn't quite understand.

"Look at what's there..." Quincy raised his hand and pointed to the drawing board.

"It's a police officer, what's wrong?"

"Look at what the police officer is in his hands."

"The police officer is in his hands..." Looking at the police officer's arms, Upton immediately shivered, "Is it meant..."

"Yes, if anyone accidentally touches a wooden pole, he will give him a stick twice! How about it, are you still going to help him?"

"No support, no support!" Upton shook his head quickly.

After getting involved in the matter, Upton quickly cheered up and looked over one by one.

The arm touched the wooden pole and two sticks.

The farm tool touched the wooden pole and two sticks.

The body touched the wooden pole and five sticks.

When you touch a honeycomb, you will find a long row of sticks.

Knock down the wooden poles and dense sticks.

Looking at so many things to pay attention to and looking at such dense sticks, Upton couldn't help but shivered again.

"This...can this be passed?"

"Yes! Can this be passed?" Quincy also had a headache: "Can this road be taken?"

The trail is very narrow. In the past, when villagers passed by here, they were fine when their hands were empty. Once they brought the farm tools, they needed to pay great attention to avoid the farm tools from hooking the buckwheat pole that belonged to the master.

Now, the wooden poles that hang honeycombs occupy a small part of the road, and the villagers don’t know what posture to use to safely pass this path.

“Walk?”

The villagers' comments reached the ears of the police officers. The police officer standing in front smiled first, and then said loudly: "Don't worry, you don't have to walk!"

Next, Quincy, Upton, and other villagers standing in front saw that after blocking the road, two police officers led a small group of serfs to the path with wooden poles.

Next, under the command of the police, the serfs raised their sickles and waved them towards the buckwheat growing beside the trail without any nostalgia.

Wave towards buckwheat!

Dominate!

In this way, the extremely precious buckwheat that had blossomed and partially bear fruit in the lord's commonplace was cut off a new path!

"Master! So much buckwheat can be harvested and eaten in autumn..."

Looking at this scene in amazement, Quincy's voice seemed to be moaning as he spoke: "Since you are worried about being touched by the roadside, why not just insert the wooden pole directly into the buckwheat field?"

"Because, the honeycomb that Los moved at the beginning was inserted on the roadside... and then..."

Standing beside him, Upton continued, "What is this little bit compared to the buckwheat stem full of wheat seeds?"

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Village center.
To be continued...