Chapter 263 "The Wheat Is Ripe"

Under the scorching sun, Seni Dali walked along the river bank wearing a straw hat, checking the growth of wheat ears. Hunting ? ??????????????

After nearly four months of planting, the wheat is now basically mature.

At a glance, the invisible wheat field is like a golden ocean. The wheat ears are thick and full, and the number of caryopsis has doubled, and even the size is bigger than any spring wheat he has seen before. Without having to wait for the harvest to be weighed, Seni knows that this year is bound to be a bumper one.

There is no doubt that this must be the work of the witch.

He has been planting the fields with his father for ten years, so he naturally knows what ordinary wheat should look like. A wheat plant has one to three ears, and each ear can produce twenty or thirty fruits. Whether the soil is fertile or not will indeed affect the size of the wheat grains, but does it directly double the caryopsis on the ears of wheat? He could think of no other explanation than a witch.

There are many other changes like this, such as the towering water towers in the town - he has observed those giants at close range, and it is impossible to move a large iron bucket to an iron frame higher than a residential building by manpower alone, let alone They were all built almost overnight. Nowadays, the townspeople living in the community seldom need to carry buckets to fetch water by themselves. Just turn on the faucet, and cool well water will pour out of the pipe.

The same is true for the "small island" in the middle of the Chishui River. Ever since His Highness held the award ceremony and took Ms. Nana to the podium, the use of witches has become more and more obvious. It is obvious that only witches can make a piece of land appear out of thin air on the empty river.

He once asked Barov, the head of the city hall, about this matter, and the answer he got was to ignore it, His Royal Highness Roland had his own ideas.

Well... Anyway, the royal family always loves to fight against the church. Even if the latter sends an army to attack His Royal Highness, they have to win the first army before they are eligible to speak. Otherwise, the western region can only be the western region of Roland Wimbledon.

Isn't the Duke of Lane the best example.

"My lord, you are here." Two serfs weeding in the field immediately came forward when they saw Seni Dali, "Look, this wheat field will be harvested soon, so, so, I would like to ask you ..."

"I want to ask if what the lord said before is valid?"

"Yes, yes, yes," the serf rubbed his hands nervously, "Can we really be promoted to freemen?"

As the head of the Ministry of Agriculture, in addition to recording the best planting methods and counting the harvest, Saini also had another important duty: to communicate with the serfs and to inform them of the policies of His Highness and the city hall in a timely manner. Although he doesn't like these country bumpkins who deal with mud all day long, the knight's self-discipline still allows him to fulfill his task.

"Did you see those slogans?" Seni pointed to the banners beside the farmland.

"My lord, I...don't understand..." The serf smiled awkwardly.

"Work creates wealth, and work changes destiny," he said. "That is to say, as long as you work hard, you will have the opportunity to be promoted to a free citizen. This is a promise made by His Highness, and it will definitely be fulfilled."

"Yes, is it? That's great!"

"In addition, after becoming a free citizen, you can live in the central area of ​​the town, own your own brick house, and obtain the right to receive primary education at the same time, so you don't have to ask me what these slogans mean in the future." Seni said the corresponding promotional content Repeated again.

"Yes, my lord." The serf nodded excitedly, "It's hot, do you want to sit in my shed and drink a glass of cold water?"

"No, you guys go get busy." He waved his hands, watched the two people bow their heads and bowed their heads in thanks for a long time before returning to the field and continuing the previous work. This is the question Seni has heard the most in the past month. No matter how they preach, they will always ask it again, for fear that the lord will cancel the policy in the blink of an eye.

Not far away, some people came up again, "Hello, Sir Saini, after the wheat is harvested and dried, is it true that only 70% of the wheat needs to be handed over?"

Huh, he sighed in his heart, the number of occurrences of this question is second only to "freeman promotion", "it is true in the first year, and it will only become less and less in the future. If you become a freeman, only You need to pay 20%, which we have repeatedly emphasized."

"It would be great if we can really be promoted," one of the tall men said while rubbing the back of his head, "Then the remaining 30% of the wheat, can we—"

"It can only be used to sell to His Highness the Prince, to eat by oneself, or to save seeds." Seni clapped his hands, and simply asked them to call all the serfs around, "Listen well, Border Town prohibits private sales of grain, whether it is Selling it to local townspeople or selling it to foreign merchants violates the laws of Border Town. If you do this, not only will your income be confiscated, but you may also be imprisoned."

"What if the lord only offers a very low price?" the tall man muttered.

"Of course there will be no such situation. Your Highness will uniformly purchase grain at a stable market price. No matter whether it is a poor harvest or a good harvest, there will be no major changes. So you don't have to worry about not being able to afford food after selling the wheat, and you don't have to worry about it. There is too much harvest and it cannot be sold or sold at a low price." Saini emphasized, "In the entire Border Town, there is only one place where grain can be sold, and that is the convenience market, and the manager of the market is our city hall."

"What is the price...?"

"Rest assured, His Highness will personally announce to you before the acquisition."

Looking at the serfs who dispersed in twos and threes, he licked his somewhat dry lips and continued to check the condition of the crops. I don't know how many people in this group will keep their words in their hearts, but Lord Barov has clearly conveyed His Highness's strong will. When the time comes, food smugglers will be severely punished.

At this moment, a young serf broke away from the crowd, turned around and came back, "My lord," he gasped, "I want to ask you another question."

"Um?"

"Do you know where Miss May and Ms. Irene have gone?" He hesitated, "Recently there have been no theater performances in the square, I want to... ask you about their recent situation, are they... sick? "

This is a fresh and interesting question. The corners of Saini's mouth could not help but curl up. If he hadn't happened to see them go through the formalities at the city hall, he really couldn't answer it. "They are going to Longsong Fortress."

"Ah," the other party showed a disappointed look, "Don't they plan to stay in Border Town?"

"It's just a performance at the Fortress Theater," he shrugged, "and it's so hot now, you can't bear to see them standing in the sun and sweating, right? They will continue to return to the square to perform new plays in autumn .”

"Yu, so that's the case... Thank you, my lord!"

Seeing the back of the young man leaving contentedly, Seni couldn't help thinking of himself—from knight to captive, and then from captive to city hall official, the experience of the past few months can be described as ups and downs. He didn't want to go back to the Benlang family's territory, where there was nothing but dilapidated houses and stretches of wheat fields, and becoming a knight was just to get rid of the life of farming with his father all his life.

Not every knight can be as beautiful as the morning light, or have the best territory and retinues like the duke knight. Now his annual salary is more than when he was a knight, and there is still a lot of room for improvement. Maybe it's time to bring my parents to town, marry a girl, and enjoy life. (To be continued.)