I have a shelter

In fact, the entire 'Johannes' territory is backed by mountains on the north and south, and is located at the entrance of the 'Black Pearl Valley'. In such an environment, the wind in the pine forest is still quite strong. But because this big mill is mainly used to make wine, it is actually a big winery. So there is no windmill installed.

In addition to this big mill, there are still many small mills in some farms on the mountain, but there are no windmills or water mills. Therefore, the grain grown on the private plots of the people's homes is generally solved by livestock or manpower.

The big mill is mainly used for winemaking, and the sheds outside are all used for grinding grains. Some farm tools and sundries are also piled in them.

Seeing those grinding tools, George had a little more expectation in his heart. In theory, in this disaster, the winery has long been useless. It should have been converted into a place to store grain.

A few arrows suddenly shot at the zombies, but they didn't hit them at all. George looked back and found that Alexander was pulling the bow over there. After finding out that he had missed, the guy picked up the arrow feathers again in a bit of anger - but in the end, under the cold gaze of the boss, he touched his big head and stopped this wasteful behavior.

It was foggy that day, and the zombie was fifty or sixty steps away, so it was hard to see clearly - maybe it was a scarecrow in the field!

"Actually, I'm best at throwing weapons, sir. Hehehe." Alexander said with his teeth bared and his big mouth grinning.

George rolled his eyes. With the archery level shown by this guy, he really didn't have too much expectation for the so-called "throwing" level - although it was indeed a little better than him.

"Let's go to the mill first." George looked at the mill and said.

The big guy said "Oh" without thinking much, pushed the door and found that it was locked from the inside, but after he stepped on it, the door was kicked open directly.

In the dark mill, two figures suddenly rushed over from behind the door. Alexander was slightly stunned, raised his hand and swung the sword, and directly split a zombie in half. It was like splitting a corn stalk! The other one was smashed in the head by his shield, and the body was kicked against the wall.

The whole process was like bullying two children.

"So there are 'people' in there." Alexander looked around and walked in. It was as if he had just slapped two flies.

Alexander's indifference surprised George a little. After all, he was not like himself, who had known from the scroll that there were two zombies in there.

'These two unlucky guys seemed to have locked themselves in there. They thought they could survive for a while. But one of them should have been scratched and bitten, but he didn't tell his companions out of luck, so they both died here in the end. 'George guessed secretly in his heart, walked into the mill, and looked around.

The space inside the mill was very large. In addition to many abandoned wine tanks, there were also many sundries and hay around. And at the back was connected to a large wine cellar.

‘It seems that my guess is right. This winery has been completely abandoned. Even some molds have been moved in. Then the warehouse inside should have been completely converted into a barn. ’ He nodded, and some hope rose in his heart. He walked with Alexander to the original warehouse behind the mill.

Everything he saw on the road was very messy, and there was a smell of corruption in the wine trough, which made George feel a little nervous. After bypassing a corridor and opening the shabby warehouse door, he looked at the roof that was still dripping with water, and his face became ugly.

As he expected, there was indeed some grain stored in it, and a lot of it, but it was all abandoned.

Although the barn was not leaking everywhere like the tavern, it seemed that no one had maintained it for some time. Not to mention drying grain. Under the continuous autumn rain, the things inside quickly became damp and deteriorated.

“It shouldn’t have happened for a long time. But this warehouse definitely hasn’t been repaired for more than a few months!” George grabbed his hair tightly, not wanting to believe what he saw.

A "whoosh" sound came from behind him. George turned around and saw that the big fool was shooting a big rat with a bow and arrow.

He glared at the guy fiercely and stopped his stupid behavior.

"If you really have nothing to eat and eat rats, there will be plague. I mean the Black Death."

There might have been a plague here, so it's better to be careful.

Amid the embarrassed "hehehe" giggles of the bodyguard, George sighed secretly and walked towards a corner of the warehouse - he was still unwilling. He remembered that there was a ground door at that location, leading to the big wine cellar here.

The big wine cellar was actually the largest storage in the entire territory.

However, like the storage rooms under the castle and the tavern, they were all used to store wine.

Kicking away some weeds, George got out the heavy wooden board below. Then, he swung the hammer to knock open the rusty lock and lifted the heavy wooden board with some effort.

Some dust fell on George's head, and the stone stairs appeared in front of him. In the darkness, I could vaguely hear something moving back and forth below.

‘That scared me. I’ve read the scroll and there are no monsters here, so the sound should be from a rat, right?’

Thinking of this, George tore off a corner of his cloak and slowly rolled it around the hammer. Then, he took out some grease (a mixture of pine oil and kerosene) collected in the blacksmith shop from the bag on his waist, made the hammer into a torch, and lit it.

The space of the wine cellar is very large. The space of several places added together is not smaller than the space above. And the environment here is much better. Not only is there no rain leakage, but there are also a lot of dry hay and lime on the ground, making the whole space not damp.

In order to store red wine, the temperature and humidity here are kept in the most suitable range regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

The entire large wine cellar is filled with neatly arranged oak barrels, as many as thousands. The source, texture, air drying, baking, etc. of these oak barrels are very sophisticated. And after casting, they are all naturally dried for more than three years before they are put into use. This allows those red wines to deepen their flavor and quality in many years of precipitation and gradually become mature products.

In this era, this storage method is undoubtedly very advanced. In other wineries in many regions of the mainland, wine is often not stored for a few years. Therefore, only the most professional wineries will spend money and technology to preserve wine in this way.

Because for other wineries, it is not worth it for those hundreds to dozens of acres of wine land. The newly brewed wine is often enough for domestic sales in the surrounding area. Few can be sold abroad.

The winery in the Black Pearl Valley is undoubtedly the most professional and popular all over the world. But in Johannes's wine cellar, many oak barrels are empty. Some have decayed and become rat nests.

Only a small number of oak barrels with wine are placed in the best position. There are about a hundred barrels in total. Although they have traces of being knocked by rats, they are not damaged.

——But except for these barrels, there is no grain here.

'Dad, are you a little too greedy for money? At this time, you still put wine in the best position? ! It's okay for you to put wine, but you are reluctant to throw away the empty barrels? Why don't you make room for grain! ' George said fiercely in his heart, he closed his eyes and just wanted to cry.

But this is no wonder. Because those oak barrels are not valuable, but in the eyes of the lord of the big winery, they are all carefully made treasures, so the old baron is really reluctant to clear it out.

Of course, if the barn above is well preserved, the food is indeed enough for this small territory to eat for one or two years - not to mention that there is a barn in the castle.

Who could have expected such an extreme situation?

But when things develop to the worst, everything is already a waste.

Wiping the moisture from the corners of his eyes, George walked out of the wine cellar dejectedly. He called Alexander, who was catching big rats everywhere, to his side, and the two walked towards the mill.

George was extremely resentful of such a result.

Obviously, there have always been people in the territory before. But everything he saw showed that they had never worked.

'Why don't you repair the barn? Just because of the fog and monsters? Would you rather starve to death than have the courage to go out of the house to work? 'Slapping the millstones in the mill, George finally couldn't help but raise his head and roared: "This group of damn fools! My food!!"

A 'leader' responded to him-it pushed the door from the outside and walked in crookedly.

George frowned slightly at the bald and rotten guy: "Vision, hearing, smell, how do these guys track their prey?"

He remembered that when the two of them just entered the mill, the nearest zombie was also fifty or sixty steps away. If it hadn't found the prey, it wouldn't have walked in by coincidence.

I don't know if it heard his own words or because the smell became clearer, the zombie was no longer as slow as before after entering, but rushed over directly.

At this moment, a sharp arrow shot at its body, and the powerful impact made the zombie lose its balance. Then its body tilted, and it fell to the ground.

And the arrow shaft was also broken by the zombie's body.

But its body shook, and it was about to stand up again.

"Don't waste arrows anymore. I've told you three times!" Looking at the broken arrow stuck in the zombie, George pursed his lips and his face turned a little blue. Alexander told him before that in addition to not being able to forge iron, he also couldn't sharpen arrow shafts.

"Hehehe."

George rubbed the blue veins on his forehead.

The zombie, which had stood up again, rushed towards Lord George. George swung the hammer in anger and smashed its head directly.

George exhaled a breath and felt that the depression in his chest was relieved a lot with this hammer.

Suddenly, a little green starlight floated from the zombie's body to the holy book on George's waist like a firefly. George blinked to make sure he didn't see it wrong, but he didn't want to check the scroll now. Because he found that several more zombies came from the door.

'Not just a few, it should be more than a dozen, no, it's a group of zombies! ! ! '