As the warm rising sun slowly rose from the distant northern forest, the first ray of sunshine in the morning sprinkled onto the entire northern wasteland.

At this time, the Black Hawk Territory was bathed in the sun, as if it was coated with a layer of dazzling golden light.

The haze in the sky was swept away.

It has been a long time since I saw the sun in the northern wasteland.

With a creaking sound, Sam pushed open the wooden door that was shaking and leaking air, and walked out with fluffy hair.

He rubbed his swollen bags in his eyes, feeling his head was drowsy and he was not energetic at all.

Last night, the brutal thief visited his cabin, which made him worried all night and didn't sleep well.

Because he lived on the outermost periphery of Blackhawk Town, he didn't dare to imagine whether the thieves attacked the territory last night and what kind of bloody slaughterhouse the Lord's Castle had turned into.

when!

With the sound of the church bells coming from the square in the center of Black Hawk Town behind him, Sam immediately held his hands in front of his chest with a pious expression, silently praying for God's blessing and God's forgiveness.

Thinking of the kind Baron Sean, who was likely dead under the brutal thief's knife, Sam was filled with sin and guilt, but he was powerless.

On this chaotic and dangerous border wasteland, no one dares to fight against the brutal thieves, otherwise they will face their bloody butcher knife and endless revenge.

After the thief left last night, he curled up in the grass nest and silently prayed for Baron Sean all night. He hoped Baron Sean was still alive and did not want him to die at the hands of those thieves.

After so many years of coming to the northern wasteland, Sam was worried about the safety of a lord for the first time. This would have been unimaginable before.

Looking at the rising sun, Sam felt no warmth at all.

He slowly turned his gaze to the direction of the Lord's Castle, feeling a sense of indescribable discomfort, "In the future, we will never meet a lord as kind as Baron Sean..."

However, sadness is only temporary, and in comparison, one's own life is the most important thing.

After breakfast, Sam had to repeat the boring and hard-working days before.

In the morning, I went to the wheat fields to weed, came back for lunch, and then took a break. Then I had to prepare a few trucks of fodder, then went to the government hall to register, borrow a ox cart, and transport the fodder into the lord's stable.

Alas, I hope everything in the castle is still safe, otherwise the new noble master will come over, and who knows what kind of hell days will be in the future.

Sam's wheat fields are not far from his wooden house, and it will be within ten minutes of walking.

He carried the scarecrow that he had taken time to tie yesterday afternoon and the worn hoe that had been worn so dull that it could not be more dull, and came to his wheat field.

Near Sam's wheat field, there is a thick mangrove forest, where wild animals often appear, and a secret tree hole that only he knows.

In the past few years, he has secretly obtained a lot of prey next to the secret tree hole.

Standing on the shore of the wheat field, Sam looked at his vibrant wheat field, and a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Although the harvest is not good this year, there will definitely be a bumper harvest next year."

The wheat in winter has just been planted, and green seedlings have emerged from the wheat fields. During this period, they must be taken care of and the fences must be repaired so that livestock and wild beasts will not steal the wheat seedlings, and those annoying wild birds and sparrows will also place scarecrows to drive them out so that they will not harm the wheat fields.

As long as you take care of the wheat seedlings well, you will have a good harvest in summer next year. At that time, even if you pay 50% annual tax to the lord and 10% annual tax of the church, he will still be able to leave a lot of high-quality wheat.

At that time, I can get these high-quality wheat and go to the castle to exchange for rough oats and rye, which I guess I can get back a lot.

If there is still a lot of wheat, he will ferment and grate it to make maltose. I heard that a small can of maltose can be exchanged for many things and copper coins with passing caravans.

Although it is early morning, the sun is getting bigger and bigger.

However, the winter in the northern wasteland is much colder than in other places.

Looking around, the whole field was covered with frost, and even the land under your feet was frozen.

Despite this, the weeds in the wheat field still need to be removed.

Sam was hoeing in the wheat fields, and suddenly he heard a hooves from the border defense in the distance, and the sound of horse hooves running.

He wiped the sweat beads from his forehead and looked up at the line of defense.

Not long after, I saw the fully armed Knight Morris, with several trainee knights who were also fully armed, leading several hunting dogs, hurriedly passed by near his wheat fields and heading to the border line on the other end.

"Captain Morris is still here, and the knights are safe and sound. Did the thieves not attack the castle last night? Baron Sean is fine?"

Thinking of this, Sam was a little excited and more happy.

Looking at the majestic and majestic Knight Maurice passing by, he worked hard for a long time, trying to muster up the courage to ask, but in the end he became timid under the murderous solemn expressions of the knights.

Lord Morris is the high-ranking Knight in Blackhawk Town, and is the most powerful figure besides Lord Lord.

How could they dare to ask the proud and brave knight commander if they have a low status?

Watching the Morris Knights team gradually fade away, Sam sighed in self-deprecatingly and continued to pick up the hoe to work.

Although he is a lowly serf, he still has basic common sense.

Knight Maurice is the loyal guard of the Lord. As long as the Knights are safe and sound, it means that the Lord is fine.

Thinking of the kind Baron Sean's still alive, Sam's mood suddenly became much happier.

Before we knew it, the church bells in the town center square rang again.

Down!

It's time for lunch.

After Sam finished his lunch prayer, he carried his hoe and went home.

After a busy morning, I was already hungry and thirsty, so I had to go back and have a glass of sour beer, and then eat a few pieces of black bread. In the afternoon, I had to transport the forage for the castle and the horse farm. If the forage was not delivered in time, it would arouse the anger of the government officials.

You should know that Joseph, who was responsible for transporting fodder before, casually got some rotten fodder because he was lazy and slipped, and directly gave the Knights' war horses to diarrhea.

For this matter, Joseph was not only whipped, but was transferred to the border to build a defense line.

So, he didn't want to lose this easy job.

Sam started to receive the forage transport work from the territory a few days ago. He originally had labor taxes for three days a week to build border defense lines for the territory for free.

Building a border defense line is an extremely hard and easily injured job.

I keep moving stones every day, and then picking soil to stir up the mix. In the end, I have to rely on manpower to pile up extremely heavy stones layer by layer on the guardrail of the defense line.

The edges of the sharp stones can easily cut the flesh. Even if you tie your arms to thick wild boar skin, it will not work, because it will be damaged in a few days. Sometimes, by accident, you can easily fall or hurt your hands and feet.

Thinking of the fact that when building defense lines in the past, Sam couldn't help but tremble when he shivered when he was building his defense line. At the same time, he was even more grateful to the kind Baron Sean in his heart.

He clearly remembered that one afternoon five days ago, Baron Sean was riding a horse to inspect the territory and defense lines. At that time, everyone was lazy and sloppy, and they were slow to do things, picking up small stones to move.

He was working hard in the cold wind, holding the biggest and heaviest stones, all of which were seen by Baron Sean and the supervisor.

So, not long after, he was transferred from the defense line, and then the labor tax for three days a week was changed to being responsible for the transportation of forage in the territory. Compared with building the defense line, this was an extremely easy and good job.

Originally, he thought he was temporarily replacing Joseph for one day, but five days passed. The supervisor smiled and told him yesterday that it was the order given by the lord himself to transfer the forage. You must know that those noble and indifferent noble masters never paid attention to these trivial matters, and they would not care about the hard work of these lowly serfs.

Every time I think of this, Sam's heart is filled with gratitude, thanksgiving to the kind Baron Sean.

Back at his shabby cabin, Sam couldn't wait to pour a glass of sour beer, took out a few pieces of hard black bread, and slowly baked it next to the stove, which would make it a little softer.

When he picked up the bread and was about to put it in his mouth, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside the house.

"Sam! Is Sam at home?"

"It's here, I'm at home!"

After hearing the sound, Sam hurried out to greet him, because he heard from the sound that it was Mr. Jones who was working in the government hall.

Jones looked at Sam with dirty body and frowned and said, "Lord Lord has orders. All leave this afternoon. After lunch, everyone will go to the town center square to attend the commendation conference."

“Commendation Conference?”

Sam was stunned. It was the first time he saw a lord holding a commendation conference for so many years. He couldn't help but ask curiously: "Mr. Jones, is there something big happening in our territory?"

Facing this lowly serf, Jones was a little impatient, but he still said proudly: "Last night, the Fanged Thieves attacked the castle. Under the wise leadership of the Lord, all the thieves were wiped out. In order to reward the warriors who fought bravely last night, the Lord of the Lord will hold a commendation meeting. Remember to come to welcome the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of

After saying that, Jones looked at his dirty and dirty look again, frowned and reminded: "Remember to clean yourself up so that the Lord will not be affected by your unlucky look."

"Okay, OK, I will definitely clean myself up, please rest assured Lord Jones."
Chapter completed!