Heimarian Odyssey Chapter 391: Farming and Iron Sword
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It's another spring year. Farmers all over Faustan are busy harvesting the grains planted in autumn and winter, and planting spring wheat seeds in the fields.
Last year was a bumper year, and almost all civilians across the country had a fat year.
In the past twelve years since the destruction of Charlow, the gap between the two countries still exists, but it is not as sharp as the conflict in the first few years.
The common people are easily satisfied, can eat enough, and life needn't get better and better, as long as there is hope, that's enough.
With a heavy iron plow on his back, Old Bulu greeted his son and daughter-in-law and went to work in the fields.
Although one leg is unsuccessful, Old Bulu works no worse than the young man.
Being busy with the farm work all morning, Lao Bulu sat on the soil bag in his home and ate the chestnut cakes that his wife had prepared for them yesterday.
Li Li Bing is very hard and needs to be soaked in water to swallow. Lao Bulu still eats it with relish.
Old Bulu has no dissatisfaction with the current life.
In order to make a living for the family when he was young, Old Blue responded to the baron's call and joined the army.
The war was finally won, and Old Bulu was also lame.
It was stabbed by a Charlo soldier with a spear, and Old Bru also killed the soldier with his sword.
This incident was boasted by Old Bru for ten years. It was because of the Charlo soldier's second-class badge that Old Bru received this three-acre field from the baron.
Three acres of fertile land, plus the original two acres of the family, a total of five acres of land to support a family, barely enough.
Not to mention that Old Bulu still has a substantial alimony.
My son only married a wife the year before last, and my daughter-in-law gave birth to a big fat boy last year. Old Bulu likes his grandson who was only a year old.
This is the only incense in his old Bulu home.
Thinking about finishing the farm work quickly and going back to tease his grandson, Lao Bulu ate the cakes in his hands with two bites, stood up and waved the iron plow.
"Dad, I want to go to town tomorrow and sell some of the wheat we have collected." Son Keen said, swallowing the food.
"Half of those wheat will be handed over to the Baron, and half will be fine grains for this year's festival. Where is the extra?" Old Buluyangyan waved the iron plow.
"Ruby hasn't added new clothes since the end of last year. I want to pull two feet of cloth for her." Keane said bitterly.
Old Bru stopped his swinging iron plow and looked at the son standing in front of him.
Kean is twenty years old this year, and he is already an adult in other homes, but in this home, Old Blue has the final say.
Because of the **** nature of having been on the battlefield and killing people, Old Bulu is a presence in the village that no one dares to provoke, let alone at home.
Kean may have held this sentence in his heart for a long time. After opening the clip, he said with the momentum of Old Bru how his wife Ruby worked, and he should do something for Ruby.
"In that case, our family can only eat a bite of bread this fall. Have you considered it carefully?" Old Bulu said, leaning on the iron plow.
He doesn't seem to be that difficult to speak. The old guys who came back from joining the army with him all know that Old Bulu is a gentle temper in the barracks.
"I don't care." Keane said with his chest straight.
Next to Ruby pulled La Keane's arm to tell him to speak less.
Ruby doesn't care about new clothes or anything. If she can live a peaceful life with her husband and children, Ruby is very satisfied. This is a simple and hardworking farm girl.
Kean did it just because of his pride. He felt that he owed Ruby.
Old Bulu turned around and glanced at his daughter-in-law, his dark yellow skin, thin body, and a linen towel wrapped around his head, just like most women in the village.
His daughter-in-law was married from a neighboring village by Old Bru who used the silver dele bestowed by the baron after the war as a betrothal gift.
Ruby's father died on the battlefield early, and his mother died a few years ago. After the Yindler was divided by her aunts and uncles, he married to the old Bulu family.
For Ruby, this home is her real home, and her son and husband are everything to her.
Thinking that after this daughter-in-law got married, it seemed that he hadn't even added a piece of jewelry, and Old Blu fell silent.
"You can't sell all the wheat, you have to leave a bite for the child to eat the porridge." Without thinking for too long, Old Bulu nodded in agreement.
"Yeah!" Keane had a smile on his face.
The one-year-old child doesn't have much appetite. According to Lao Bulu's previous idea, he is trying to feed the child a bowl of oatmeal a day. Now it seems that he can only feed it once every two or three days.
There were not many kinds of wheat planted last winter. For half a year, the harvest of wheat is definitely not enough. You must plant other grains that can fill your stomach.
Half of the wheat is handed over to the Baron, and part of it is left for the children to have porridge, and the rest is impossible to pull two feet of good cloth, but ordinary floral cloth is still possible.
"Take the iron sword at home and sell it too. Go to your Uncle Robbins in town and give Ruby a silver ring." Old Blu said immediately.
"Ah? That was the weapon you used when you joined the army. Didn't it mean that you wanted to pass on as a family heirloom?" Keane asked in surprise.
"I don't think this battle will be fought anymore. Keep it rusty, so let's sell it!" Lao Bulu didn't answer his son's words, and continued to deal with the farmland under his feet.
It didn't take long for the winter snow to melt away, and the ground was still very hard. After working for such a short time, Lao Bu broke out in half-length sweat.
Seeing that his father didn't intend to continue talking, Keane stopped asking questions. No one in this family can disobey the things that Old Bruce decided.
I took the kettle that my wife handed over, and the hot water that was hot when I brought it out of the house now only has a little residual temperature.
Xiao Xiao took a sip and moistened Run's dry throat from swallowing chestnut cake. Keane walked over to Old Bulu and continued to do their unfinished farm work.
The town of Sciacca, a northern town in Tyre Province in the eastern part of the Faustan Kingdom.
More than two thousand townspeople, surrounded by six villages, make this town full of vitality every day.
It's another new day. Every family is getting busy, and the streets and alleys of the town are full of shouts of selling.
The men who went to work outside the town walked out in groups of two, while the women sat on both sides of the street at home, sewing clothes and selling some handmade work.
The life of the residents of the town is much better than that of the village. No wonder so many people in the village want to live in the town, and the residents of the town are looking forward to living in the city under the rule of the baron.
This is the hope of most civilians in this land.
"Hey, why did you come to town, Keane?" A strong man with beast fur and a long bow on his back asked when he saw Keane who had just entered the city.
"Brother White, I'll come to town to buy something." Keane said with a smile.
White is a hunter. His father and Keene’s father Old Bruce were comrades-in-arms many years ago. The two families are in the town and the other in the village. They are far apart and usually have little contact, but they must meet each other. Say hello, Old Bru and White's father have a good relationship.
"Well." Seeing Keane carrying a big bag, White knew what was going on.
Not long after the harvest this season, many farmers will grind the wheat and bring it to the town for sale.
"I went to the woods outside the town, see you later!" White waved and said.
"See you later!" Keane also said goodbye.
Walking in the town of Sciacca, many people still knew Keane along the way and greeted him.
This is all due to his father who had been on the battlefield, and the young man who came back from the battlefield with the baron, Shaka Town was the number one hundred and ten.
Everyone knows the older generation.
Go to the town tax officer first and hand in the grain due in the first half of this year. Keane carried a bag that weighed only one-third of the original weight and went to a grocery store in the town that collected grain.
"Two hundred and ten copper delers, little Keane will take it away!" The owner of the grocery store is a thin old man with all his hair out and wearing a knitted hat.
"Uncle Cook, you gave ten more." Keane nodded a handful of Copper Deller in his hand, and said in surprise.
"I didn't give more, you can put it away." The old man smiled, squeezing out a few gaps in his thin cheeks, and said with a smile, "What about the old fellow, how are you doing?"
"It's great. Waiting for this year's Oktoberfest, your two elders will reminisce about the past." Keane said, thanking him.
Ten copper Dellers are not many, but it is also Old Man Cook who can make a profit for almost three days.
After bidding farewell to the owner of the grocery store, Keane went to the blacksmith's shop in the town.
Don't rush to pull the floral cloth. You can buy it anytime with the money. Keane has to go and sell the iron sword hidden in the grain bag.
Since the end of the war, Faustine has strictly forbidden iron equipment year after year, especially after the new king succeeded to the throne last year, he had to buy a kitchen knife and make an iron plow, and he had to register in the town.
Only those adventurers who wander and whereabouts are uncertain, will usually carry a weapon without leaving.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!" The uninterrupted beating sound came from the smithy.
The temperature in early spring was still a bit cold, but when I walked closer to the smithy, a wave of heat came from the smithy.
Kean walked into the blacksmith's shop after loosening the thick linen and cotton cloth that he wore on his body.
"Uncle Robbins!" shouted at the forge.
"Clang! Clang!" The beating gradually stopped, and a big dark muscled man walked out of it.
"Kean, what's the matter?" The big man took a gray rag from the hook of the door frame and wiped the sweat and ashes from his body.
"Uncle Robbins, how much do you think this sword is worth?" Keane took out an iron long sword from the food bag.
Although there are many gaps in the blade, the overall blade is still sharp, and the blade is clean and glowing. It seems that the owner of this long sword usually wipes it frequently.
"Old Bruce's long sword?" Robbins raised his eyes slightly, and recognized the sword by just looking at it.