Zombie King of Blood Race

"Listen to me, go back, we'll go back right away." Tausig said without doubt.

"Can……"

"Let's go back!"

"Okay, okay, I get it, let's go back now, anyway, life is his, not mine, so whatever you say is what you say! But we have agreed, it is you who insist on going back, not me Don't drive you to the town, if he really..., well, then what, you can't blame me." Afraid of taking responsibility, Master Tom turned his 'horse' head, while talking non-stop.

"No, no, not to blame, to blame you, Tom, Tom, old, sir."

"It's really exhausting to listen to you. You'd better stop talking." After saying this, Master Tom shook the rein and said loudly: "Drive."

"Thank you very, very much, thank you, Tom, Master Tom."

"Tsk."

Don't look at Tausig and the others who walked for nearly half a day, but because of Taft's relationship, they didn't actually go very far, so as long as they speed up, they will return to the village soon.

Their going back and forth surprised everyone, and everyone who felt as if they knew something instantly surrounded the carriage one after another.

"Why did you come back?"

"What happened?"

"Don't get in the way, don't get in the way, let them in quickly."

"What's wrong? What's wrong with this?"

"Taft, this is, this is..."

"What are you still doing, why don't you hurry up and find those little brats from the Taft family!!!"

"Ah? Ah, okay, okay, I'll go right away."

"Wait, I'll go with you."

"And I."

"Well..., should we lift Taft up, maybe he will be more comfortable when he is lifted down."

"Forget it, stop tossing."

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, the child is here."

"Come here, come here."

"Taft, what do you want to say, we brought the child here for you."

His confused thoughts were awakened for a moment by the shouts of the crowd, and Taft weakly opened his eyes.

Then, he ignored the two sisters Trent, Lia, and Lina who had been carried to him by the crowd, but turned his attention to Tausig who was standing not far away.

Seeing Taft looking at him, Tausig paused and came to Taft's side.

"Taus, Lord Taussig."

"Ah."

"I, I, yes, I have an unkind request."

"As long as it is within my power, I can promise you."

"Really, thank you so much, Mr. Taus, Taussig." After panting heavily for a while, Taft said in a weak voice again: "I think, I want to ask you, please, take care of me, take care of me, then Three, three children, hope, hope..., cough, cough, vomit."

"Ah, vomit, vomit, get out of the way."

"Where's the water? Let Taft drink some water."

"Stay away, spread out, don't all gather around here."

"I still have some wild fruits I picked last time. Do you want to cook some for Taft?"

"Go quickly."

"Okay, okay, I'll go now."

In fact, the chattering voices of the crowd did not reach Taft's ears. After retching, he looked at Tausig persistently.

"As long as they are willing, I can help you raise them to adulthood."

"..." Taft, who didn't speak, panting heavily, still looked at Tausig persistently.

"... Well, even if they are adults, as long as they want, they can still stay by my side."

"Thank you, thank you...thank you, really, thank you so much, thank you, Huhuhu, Taus, Your Excellency Taussig." After saying this, Taft finally turned his head to look at Trent and the others. , wanting to pull out a smile, but because of the severe pain in his right abdomen, the smile turned into a smirk, and Taft said out of breath.

"You, you..., I, I..., oh, I, after I leave, you, you must listen, you must listen to the words of Lord Taus, Taussig, he, he will, will..." The voice became weaker and weaker , getting weaker and weaker, Taft had a lot to say to Trent Tren, but he didn't say it in the end, and he closed his eyes unwillingly.

He still has a lot of things to do, he just got a way to make money, he has not received the reward from Lord Taussig, he is not reconciled, not reconciled, not reconciled, not reconciled...

"Here, here, the fruit is here."

"no need."

"Uh?"

"no need."

He was brought to Taft by the crowd with a terrified face, and watched Taft explain the funeral with a blank face, until Taft closed his eyes unwillingly, Trent still did not react.

After a long time, he looked at the crowd blankly again, like a clay figurine whose soul had been injected suddenly, and a sleepwalker whose soul had finally returned to his senses, and rushed towards Taft's body.

"Dad, Daddy? Daddy?! Daddy!!! Daddy Daddy..."

One sound was more urgent than the other, and the sound was sadder. Trent's cry made everyone's eyes look sad, and it also made the ignorant sisters Lia and Lina cry loudly.

Maybe they don't know, and they don't understand what death is, but the connection of blood makes them cry heart-piercingly.

And this heart-piercing cry, like a sad song, begged Taft to leave.

Death is sad indeed, but the living go on, so the first thing they learn is to forget.

Seven years later

Seven years is neither too long nor too short, but it seems that it is not too long or too short, enough to make a child forget the grief and grow up quickly.

Although his cheeks were still immature, Trent had grown up for people of this age in this world, regardless of age or size.

"Go to herd the sheep again, Trent."

"Yes, Uncle Wade."

"Trent, come here, here is my new dry bread, here you are."

"No, no, no, Aunt Billie, how could I..."

"Take it, take it, don't be polite to Aunt Li."

"Can……"

"But what's the matter, let you take it, you take it."

"Well, Aunt Billie, thank you so much, Aunt Billie."

"Why are you being polite to me, let's go, let's go."

"See you tonight, Aunt Billie."

"See you tonight, see you tonight."

"Oh, Trent."

"What is it, Master Tom?"

"Do you have any ricotta at home?"

"Yes, Lia and Lina just made a few pieces a few days ago, and they should be ready today."

"Well, let them leave one for me, and I will use it in two days."

"Yes, Master Tom."

After Taft passed away, Trent, Lia, and Lina not only lost their father, but also lost their source of income.

Even if Taft finds a powerful guardian for them before he dies, but this guardian is good at killing|killing prey, it is simply a fantasy to let him farm, not to mention that the land in this era is not You can grow whatever you want.

land rent tax.

Inheritance tax.

All the land was owned by the king and lord, and farmers who wanted to cultivate the land could only rent it from the lord, and once the farmer who leased the land passed away, his heirs had to pay enough inheritance tax before they could continue to cultivate their land.

So even if Taussig knew how to farm, he couldn't farm the land Taft left behind.

After Trent paid the inheritance tax, he could continue to farm the land left by Taft, but don’t forget that he was only so young at that time, let alone let him farm with his small body. It is difficult to support a family even if it is enough to pay taxes.

After all, it is not like later generations, with high-yield hybrid rice and modern mechanized equipment, this era when there were few plows (even if there were plows in this era, they only used things like branches to criss-cross the field. However, this kind of plow tool called araire-plough has no metal plowshare or plow wall, so it can only scratch the surface of the soil and cannot plow deeply), farming basically depends on hands, and there are hoes.

Yes, you read that right, hands.

For deep plowing, farmers often need to intermittently dig deep by hand to achieve the purpose of deep plowing.

Oh, you mean a hoe?

Iron in this era was a rare commodity, mostly used to make weapons and armor, so the hoes used by farmers were mostly made of wood or stone.

Such a hoe is good at weeding.

Deep plowing?

Stop dreaming.

The backwardness of tools and rough technology have resulted in the poor harvest of farmers in this era.

2: 1.

The seed harvest ratio in this era is only 2:1.

With such a low harvest rate, even an adult farming, let alone a child, can barely survive.

Since there is no hope of farming, there is no other way to do it. Breeding livestock is a good way.

What's more, the most important issue of the source of livestock has already been solved by Tausig, so they only need to bribe the tax officer and ask him to change the tax from grain to livestock.

After Mr. Tom intervened, the tax issue was quickly settled, and Trent happily became a shepherd.

This should be seven years.

In the past seven years, the number of sheep in Trent's family has increased from three to more than a dozen, and their family has also raised two cows that can produce milk.

Of course, both sheep and cattle were originally brought back and domesticated by Tausig.

In the late autumn of October, the weather has begun to turn cold, but this season happens to be the season for planting winter wheat. The people who don't feel the cold but feel that time passes too fast are busy with work.

Unlike everyone wishing that it would get dark later, Trent, who was leisurely driving the flock back to the sheepfold, turned around and walked into the house.

Trent, who saw the wheat porridge cooking in the firepit at a glance, stroked his stomach, and filled a bowl for himself without any hesitation.

Because even the unpalatable food became sweet when he was hungry, Trent, who couldn't stop snoring and swallowing, filled another bowl for himself after eating one bowl.