Proof of the Sun King

ps: Actually, I don't want to update it in the middle of the night, but I'm really busy tomorrow, so I'll just update it after I stay up late today. Crazy Sand Literature Network

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Old World, Earl of Glamorgan, March, Jeantown.

Winter has finally passed. After the last winter snow in March, the sky has finally arrived. The bright light illuminates the sky of the earldom. This year is another harvest year.

The amazing effect of the fairy tower in the lake was released from the town of Jien in all directions. The closer the farmland was to the town, the more the yield increased. After the winter wheat harvest, many serfs found that after paying a lot of fixed taxes, The food left behind is still more than enough for the whole family to eat.

It's not five years ago now, as long as you work hard, which serf's house doesn't have any food in it? Because of this, many serfs were moved, and they secretly asked people to inquire in the city to see if there were any merchants buying grain.

Sure enough, the serfs got a piece of good news. There are several merchants in the city who are buying grain!

Bono of Hongyu Village is such a serf who plans to go to the city to sell grain. This serf has a lot of grain in his house. He has hoarded many bags of barley flour alone. Everyone in the village knows that there are people in Bonova in the city. It was a halberdier named Raymond, and he was the Earl's soldier. Since he said that there were merchants buying it, then there must be merchants buying it!

The illiterate Bono firmly believes in this, because the lord and earl is Lord Ryan, and Lord Ryan is the Holy Grail Knight, he will not lie to us!

A dozen or so serfs counted together, got a few carts, and prepared to transport the grain to the city to sell.

The next day, everyone got up early, and the group of serfs hurriedly loaded sacks of grain into the cart, ready to be shipped to the town to sell.

"Are you going to sell grain in the city?" The serfs were still loading their carts, and a big bald kingdom knight passed by. He took an apple in his hand and devoured most of it in one bite, with a fat pig wrapped around his arm. Carrying two axes on his back, his posture is very scary.

But after five years of getting along, the serfs also know that Angron is not as scary as he looks, and he likes to do farm work, looking like a kind and simple old farmer.

"Master Angron! Good morning!" Several serfs quickly stopped what they were doing and wanted to kneel down to say hello, but one serf said hesitantly: "Master Angron, we have all paid the fixed tax! We are all Good people, I still have some food left at home, I can't eat it myself, I want to go to the city to sell it and buy something back."

"That's it, let's go." Angron didn't care, he nodded: "What are you selling?"

"Mainly barley flour, wheat flour, buckwheat, millet, and many vegetables, such as carrots, cauliflower, cabbage, beets, onions, and garlic." The serfs were a little nervous, so they had to open the goods and show Angron a look.

"I remember carrots and cauliflower being sold in town, wish you a good price!" Angron turned away.

The serfs continued on their way.

The road leading to the town gradually became congested, and the many carriages and carts entering the city were crowded together, the speed of progress became slow, and the serfs were crowded together, waiting to enter the city.

"There are so many people in town now! Many unknown faces, Southerners, Imperials, and it is said that Yankees have come recently?"

"Oh, so many people go in to sell food!"

"Hurry up, hurry up! If it's too late, you might not be able to sell it for a good price."

"Bono, where is that kid named Raymond you know?"

"He's already waiting for us in town!"

It took a long time to enter the city, and Raymond was already waiting inside. This young man has been very strong since he served as a soldier for the earl. He was wearing a well-made linen clothes and a animal skin cloak. What the serfs admired was the hat on his head, a fashionable hat with feathers, high on one side and low on the other, and emblazoned with a badge on it.

That's a soldier's certificate!

"Uncle Bono, you've come into the city? Are there so many things?" Raymond rested today, and he hurried up to meet him. Although the streets of the town were already very spacious, several carts still occupied a large area. Serfs They hurried to this place, out of breath and very tired, but when they thought of selling grain to make money, these serfs ran fast and energetic one by one.

It's all my own! You have paid enough for the knight, and the rest is yours!

"Raymond, where is the price of harvesting grains higher?" Bono was in his thirties. He took a few breaths and looked at the young man in front of him with a hopeful expression.

"Oliver's Chamber of Commerce and Hadrian's Chamber of Commerce's prices are good, and other chambers of commerce are also affordable. Recently, I heard that the trade route between the Empire and our Britania land trade has been cut off, and there is no food imported by the Empire. The Duchy of Palaon, The Principality of Montfort, the Principality of Guisoleaux are suffering from food shortages, and the merchants in the Empire’s Midenland are also importing food on a large scale, and the food is still easy to sell, and…” Raymond deliberately sold it for a while before continuing. : "Now many free people in the city are not comfortable eating brown bread anymore."

"Oh oh oh!" The serfs couldn't understand what it meant when the land trade was cut off. Those principalities were also far away from the grain shortages. What they could hear was that the food was good for sale and the vegetables were good. ,This is enough!

Many serfs had smiles on their faces. The weather last year was good, and there were no pests and diseases. Finally, a bumper harvest came, and no one would think too much food.

The sound of the wheels of the trolleys, "reel, reel," walked along the noisy street. A large and beautifully decorated store appeared in front of the serfs. Everyone noticed that many serfs came in and out. When the empty car came out, the staff in the store came and went.

When he came to the counter, Bono was the first to go up. Before the serf asked, a director of the Oliver Chamber of Commerce who was sitting behind the counter said straight to the point: "He's here to sell grain, right?"

"Hey! How do you get the grain?" The serfs were crowded together, and the sun-tanned skin was full of wrinkles.

"Wheat is 1 silver per pound, barley is 60 copper coins, buckwheat is 50 copper coins, rye is 80 copper coins, rice is 2 gold kroner, chickpeas are 2 gold kronor, and other grains and vegetables are on the wall. It's there, see for yourself." The director of the Chamber of Commerce didn't have a watch on his face, and he continued to ask, "Is it for sale?"

A few serfs crowded together and calculated that the price of food should have risen, but the increase was not obvious, and the price of vegetables was good!

This deal can be done!

"Would you like to stop visiting other homes?" a serf whispered.

"Other? It is said that the price of the Oliver Chamber of Commerce is already good? Which one do you want to go to?"

"For example, Hadrian's Chamber of Commerce?"

"Hadrian's Chamber of Commerce is several blocks away! Where are you going? I'm not going anyway!"

"Oh, what if the price of Hadrian's Chamber of Commerce is not as good as here? That's a loss, a loss!"

The serfs were arguing in low voices, blushing.

The director of the Chamber of Commerce behind the counter looked at the serfs arguing with contempt, thinking that this was the thinking of the poor.

Covetous for immediate profit and eager to realize cash, according to the consistent experience of the directors of the chamber of commerce, the serfs must be satisfied with the current grain prices and vegetable prices, so the result of the quarrel is...

"Do you sell? Don't stay here if you don't sell. If you don't sell, there are so many people who want to sell. Don't delay our business." The director of the chamber of commerce immediately added.

"Sell, sell, sell ~ we sell!" The serfs had no opinion, they nodded and bowed quickly.

The grain on the truck was unloaded, and the staff in the store began to count and weigh the grain one by one. At the same time, they began to repeatedly argue with the serfs about the quality of barley and wheat. The noise in the store was endless.

Before the things were counted, a few serfs came in with a cart and asked for the price. Soon, they were talking about whether to sell or sell, while arguing about the quality of their grain.

The trolley was empty a little bit, but the serfs' pockets became full, filled with copper and silver coins, and even a golden krona appeared in Bono's pocket. King Arthur's portrait and birth and death dates, and a gold coin engraved with the image of the Holy Grail Knight on the other side is played over and over again.

"Uncle Bono, put things away, be careful of thieves." Raymond motioned the serfs to put away the coins: "There are thieves in the town recently, His Excellency the Earl has stepped up patrols, everyone should be careful."

"Hey, it should be." Several serfs felt their arms bitten by a poisonous snake, and quickly covered the coins in their pockets.

Raymond brought the serfs to the market.

The market in Jin Town is now very prosperous, with people coming and going, and the shops are selling all kinds of things.

"Homemade cloth, canvas, linen, cashmere! It's cheap to sell. Buy one meter at a time and add another ten centimeters!"

"Selling the finest furs! All kinds of furs!"

"The price of various dyes has been greatly reduced, folks, come and see!"

"Safflower oil, sunflower oil, walnut oil!"

"Dwarf farm implements! Dwarf firestarters! Dwarf carts! Dwarves produce, must be excellent!"

"Sell all kinds of furniture and pots and pans!"

Like hungry wolves who smelled blood, many hawkers had already targeted these serfs who had just sold grain. The serfs knew that at this particular time, the serfs must have shiny coins in their pockets.

In fact, the serfs also wanted to buy some things, such as candles made of animal fat. One serf bought several of them in one go, such as fabrics for clothes. Bono calculated how many people there were in the family and wanted to buy them. How much cloth is enough for his five children to wear, and farm implements and supplies made by dwarves also began to enter the homes of serfs.

As for the high-end goods sold by the Wood Elves and the luxuries attacking from Tyrell, the Empire, and even the High Elves, it really surprised the serfs.

A high elf food called chocolate costs 20 gold crowns per box! There is also the kind of coffee imported from Tyrell that costs more than sixty gold crowns per pound!

The serfs who inquired about the price were so frightened that their hearts almost fell out. They didn't even dare to look back, and they didn't even dare to look at those things again, for fear that they would have to pay for it.

Raymond just laughed along the way and didn't say much.

After these serfs went to a place they thought they were safe, they quickly realized that there was still a lot of money in their pockets. They gathered together, found a simple bar, ordered some roasts, and each picked up a wine glass. , started drinking.

An atmosphere of joy began to fill the bar, and all the serfs who went into the city to sell grain had smiles on their faces.

"This year's annual success is really good. After I pay taxes, I still have a lot left!"

"After the Earl came, the year has been better than the year!"

"I heard that your family doesn't eat brown bread anymore?"

"It's good to have a full stomach."

"I really hope to eat a few more times next year."

"It is strange to say that since our Count came here, there has been no disaster here, and the beastmen in the forest seem to have disappeared."

"It's not that he's gone. My grandfather's cousin's cousin's cousin's niece's husband's brother is from the Xialong Forest Patrol Camp. I heard that there are still beastmen in the forest, but we beat them back every time. ."

"Oh, so it is."

Everyone was chatting, and soon, everyone turned their attention to an important topic, Bono thought about it, he suddenly motioned everyone to be quiet,

"Everyone, you say, like us, there is no hunger, there is food, and there are occasional serfs to eat... Are they considered serfs?"

"Bono, what nonsense are you talking about! We are all serfs, and we have been serfs all our lives. We are able to live like this now. That is the mercy of our Count Your Excellency. If you want me to say, who opposes our Count, I am the first one. Blast his dog's head!"

"Yes! Blast his dog's head!!!"

There was a sound in the tavern, and all the serfs said loudly. Many serfs looked at Bono with their eyes gradually turning red, and some serfs immediately cursed: "Bonuo~www.wuxiaspot.com~ You son of a bitch. , don't you want to rebel?"

"Fuck him! Beat him!" some serfs shouted loudly.

"No, no! I mean, I... I want to be a freeman!" Facing the attack of several serfs, Bono quickly said his thoughts aloud.

The atmosphere in the tavern changed slightly.

How can it be so easy to become a freeman? The only way to be promoted as a free citizen is to join the army, make military exploits, and get promoted by the earl before becoming a free citizen.

"When will we be able to fight?" A serf quietly expressed the desire in his heart, and his question was answered by everyone.

The serfs were desperate for war, even more than the knights and nobles, and this was the only way to change their destiny.

I want to be a free man! I want to change my destiny! Even... want to become a knight master!

At this time, there was a burst of noise and cheers outside.

"It's the Ugol Circus!"

"Go out and see!"

The serfs came to the door of the tavern. Sure enough, a grand circus was passing through the town. Some Ugor people dressed in the costumes of the northern Kislev Kingdom were performing acrobatics, swallowing fire, and juggling along the street. There were bursts of cheers.

What made the serfs even more refreshing were the big bears at the back of the circus, who were standing on their feet and dancing to the music following the sound of the circus leader's violin.

The most conspicuous is a golden retriever puppy bear, which is wearing a red top, clapping its hands to the beat, shaking its head, very cute.

However, this changed Ryan, who was watching the performance in the distance, and Ryan, who was sitting in the pavilion, immediately said to Katzenberg, who was standing behind him: "Let Captain Ivan go and change the clothes of the golden retriever puppy bear immediately. It's gone!"

"Yes!"