Take Taobao with you to another world

The scorching sun was in the sky, and the heat wave was steaming.

Baron Ramsay pinned his blond hair on top of his head with tree branches, and sweat ran down his chest and abdomen. The cotton short jacket was attached to his body, showing the obvious muscle shape of his chest and back.The corners of his clothes were stained with blood, and his hands were dripping with water, because he had just killed a big cow in the town.He strode forward, shouldering the crowd with his brother, "Get out of the way! Get out of the way! The Baron is coming!"

A few looked back at him, and moved out of the way, somewhat reluctantly, to give their tall, muscular bodies a gap to pass through.The water wheel was turning, the water was splashing, and the pier was full of wet mud trampled by people. The baron slipped as soon as he stepped out. Fortunately, his loyal brother grabbed his waistband, and the belt snapped dangerously, but Fortunately, it was only broken in half. Instead, the other person who was pulled by him slid down and sat down. The baron stood up straight, and the person cursed on the ground, and the people next to him burst into laughter.

The Baron looked down at him, "I'll give you a new pair of trousers!"

So the man stood up immediately and wiped the mud off his hands with his pants without hesitation.There was another booing.

Then the laughter died down, the crowd was still noisy, the baron looked into the depths of the river with his hips akimbo, his eyes were good, as good as his timing, he soon found a man in the twisted air in the distance Floating white dots, as if a water bird is coming, and then the outline of this white dot becomes clear.

The waterfowl has become a giant beast, calm and solid, it is a huge creation made by human beings, but it is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.It came as promised.

Others saw it too, and from one or two people, the low exclamation turned into a huge cheer. In the wave of cheers, the baron watched the white ship getting closer, watching its pure white prow and Smooth hull, steel guardrails and glass portholes, the green water waves caressing the hull, the hull casts a huge shadow on the river, the rumble from the inside of the hull overwhelms the voices of people, and the slight vibration is like breathing , when it slid into the port, the wall-like hull turned towards people, and the moment it lightly touched the pier, the people on the shore stepped back half a step. No matter how many times they saw it, the residents of Dele Town Can't really get used to the behemoth - it's so big, so powerful, it's hard to imagine it's something entirely made by man.They used to watch it cruise the waters like a white king in fear, and now their fear is filled with dependence and longing, because it is because these creatures are so powerful that they can save them from this long and deep disaster. come out.

People wearing light gray clothes appeared on the deck one by one, and the iron ladder was lowered from the side of the ship, and they walked down one by one.There were quite a number of women in the line, and the woman walking in the front was not only tall and tall, but also had short black hair. They caused a small commotion in the crowd, but no one blurted out any fatal words. They are all "insiders" in Dele Town, they know the importance, not to mention that if you don't look at the black hair, they are not particularly unfamiliar with a woman or a group of foreigners—a foreigner who is resident in Dele Town Isn't the leader of the state people a woman?

Now that the Buber Plain has spread, the ruler of New Marsh City is a black-haired, black-eyed, cruel and tyrannical demon. This black-haired woman who takes the lead is either a member of the lord of the city or his confidant, but it just shows that Marci The city attaches great importance to the town of Dele.Baron Ramsay grinned and greeted them. After a few stumbling polite words, he saw the plain and half-masked woman behind the black-haired captain.Even if only a pair of eyes were exposed, those eyes seemed to be filled with a spring full of flowers. Her skin was so pure that it was almost translucent, and she had a pair of pointed and long ears.

Baron Ramsay gasped, his eyes blurred.But he is young and strong, it is absolutely impossible for him to suddenly become old and dim at this time.

The survivors don't care anymore... This, is it an elf?Is it an elf?How could elves appear!

His God!

Gentiles seldom indulge in red tape. The bereaved woman who took the lead told the baron in the local language with only a little accent that they came this time in two teams of 72 people, and they would stay in Dreux for seven days before handing over a list to the baron. into his hands.Behind them, her foreigner companion opened the belly hold of the white ship, and was slowly lowering the steel hatch. Behind them, piles of supplies revealed faint outlines.

The people waiting on the pier cheered, and they rushed forward, no longer caring about the whereabouts of these Gentiles—these Gentiles were not going anywhere else anyway.Someone was yelling, scolding, and maintaining order with their fists, so the crowd quickly showed order: they lined up in three long winding lines, a line of 30 people, and the strong men standing at the front held A wooden sign with numbers was raised high towards the white boat.

The cargo ladder came up in front of them.

Baron Ramsay held the list of supplies in his hand, and led the group of white ship arrivals into the town. The mud under their feet was stinky, but the youngest girl among the foreigners kept looking at her feet, and even the A woman who was suspected of being an elf never frowned. They left the pier and walked into the town.

This is a small town, the end of the street can be seen at a glance, the houses are dilapidated, few masonry buildings, the church is a circle smaller than other towns, and now the wooden doors are closed.Although there is a deep-water port that is enough to moor white ships, the town of Deleux cannot be considered a prosperous place before this "disaster of God". One of the reasons is Baron Ramsay's "poor management" The Baron himself.

Before the foreigners came to the Buber Plain, Baron Ramsay was already a well-known "heterogeneous" because of his terrible life experience: the previous Baron Ramsay had always wanted to find a good relationship after his wife died. However, his territory is on the "side of the mountain", the territory is barren, and the heritage accumulated by his family is not really rich. Not only did he fail to achieve his wish for a long time, but he also suffered some bad reputations. After a serious illness, he gave up everything. With the illusion of benefiting the family again through marriage, he carefully considered the necessity of an heir.Since the old baron was quite self-sufficient before, and had only one illegitimate child who was close to adulthood, if his mother was not too humble and had passed away, the old baron might have started to rely on him from now on, but at this time, the old baron had been waiting for a long time The marriage has finally come.

A widow came to his domain.This is a poor woman. She lost her husband first, and then was kicked out of the castle by her nephew who inherited the title. A weak woman is homeless, and it is difficult to keep the little money she has. She needs a pair of reliable arms to give her a hand. At the time of the asylum, the most important thing was that she was at the most mature age of a woman, with a graceful figure and a head of pure blond hair-this was simply a fatal attraction for an old baron with an ancestral brown hair.They had a simple but formal wedding, and the couple lived a peaceful life, and two years later, the baroness became pregnant, and she gave birth to a boy, although the birth took a toll on her body. It made it difficult for her to give birth again, but the child who absorbed his mother's life force and came into the world was very healthy, and most importantly, he completely inherited his mother's golden hair.

The old baron, who got his wish, loved the child very much, and the child grew up very smoothly. He is tall, lively, and has blond hair. Perhaps his character is too lively, so he always spends a long time playing outside the castle, so that the sun dyes him a deep wheat color.The baron tried many methods to restrain his words and deeds and improve his complexion, but unfortunately both had little effect, but as long as the boy can continue the family-if he can fulfill his father's regret and marry a capable wife, That would be better—then the Baron would have nothing more to ask for, and the family would still be happy.

The family was shattered at the boy's first banquet as an adult.When the baron brought his proud son, full of expectations, to the front of the master, the noble lord just raised his head from the gift, and gasped on the spot.

The rest waited and whispered.

"My God..."

"Look, what is this!"

"Kasper? This should be a Kasper, right?"

"Look at that black skin, look at that high brow bone, this is the Casper!"

The old baron was stunned, as if he had been struck by lightning. He looked around the noisy banquet hall in horror, and couldn't believe what he heard. He remembered the strange eyes of the servants waiting in the side hall, and looked at his son who was also confused and frightened. , and finally he looked at the host of the banquet.

The earl had been silent for a long time. Under the almost pleading eyes of the old baron, he said, "Baron Ramsay, are you sure this is your heir? A descendant of slave blood?"

The count once doted on a Kasper slave girl.In the commodity catalog of foreign merchants, the price of this slave is much higher than that of her peers, because if the source is not clear, she really does not look like a Kasperian. Many people remember this special female slave. She has With long golden hair and milk-white skin, brown eyes narrow and charming, the earl raised her for a long time, long enough that all the Kasper slaves had died, she still had a place in the castle, yet so gracious She didn't know how to be grateful, but instead stole the earl's property with others and fled, making her master very angry.Although I don't know how she escaped the hunt, no matter where she lives, she is undoubtedly a low, low-level animal, not worthy of any affection.

The poor old baron returned to his own territory, and the lady passed away soon. Not long after, the old baron also fell down in a cold, and went to heaven with all his nostalgia for the world, leaving only a worthless son.It was the earl who overcame all objections and passed on the title of baron to this person of doubtful lineage according to the rules. Although the little Baron Ramsay had to pay a little price, it was already a great tolerance for him, because if he lost This title, the entire kingdom no longer has room for him.If it wasn't for his illegitimate elder brother being a knight with two points of strength, and also loyal to him...

All in all, Baron Ramsay has always been unhappy because of his background, and all kinds of jokes about him are often condiments for other lords' meals, for example, he is a baron but he has personally helped the plow.Since the baron's territory is small and barren, close to the mountain, with a relatively prosperous population and not allowed to develop trade, the continuous natural disasters since the 79th year of the national calendar have also dealt a heavy blow to the town of Dele, among which the baron is the heaviest Yes, his half-brother fell down with the plague.

The elderly knight was getting sicker and sicker, and finally he had only one person to turn to, and that was the Gentiles.Only the Gentiles had medicines and doctors for the plague.

Now that middle-aged knight has finished his treatment and returned to the territory from New Marsh City, Dele Town has also established an inseparable relationship with the foreigners.

Baron Ramsay opened the port unconditionally, allowing white ships to stay and foreigners to enter his territory, even—

The Baron and the Gentiles went to the end of the town together.Under the promenade-like thatched shed, bright flames danced in a row of stove holes, water splashed in the eight-seat large iron pot on the stove, and green smoke came out of the iron chimney, and soon followed the wind. And San, men and women wearing straw woven aprons brought some straw bags with obvious marks, cut the tie ropes in front of the stove, opened the oil paper, and poured the grain into the pot together with a layer of rice paper.A thin layer of bran soon floated on the surface of the water, and they stirred vigorously with wooden shovels. The unique aroma of roasted grains rolled out with the hot water, and the people in the fence not far away stretched their necks, full of excitement. Looking this way longingly.

Those people are not slaves.

Even though many of them looked destitute with brown skin and brown eyes, bare feet, and wrapped in one or more pieces of cloth, their bodies and minds were not stamped with that peculiar slavery.The purpose of the fence is to restrict order, not to detain. Although people are crowded together and looking forward to each other, they don't look distressed. Everyone holds a pottery bowl in their hands, and the women's and men's are the same size.Behind them, there are stretches of unified thatched huts. Although the skill of the builders is rough at a glance, the planning is neat and the roads are kept relatively clean. This is an orderly place.

The arrival of the baron and foreigners temporarily attracted the attention of these tribesmen and farmers. The face of the baron was already familiar to the victims, so people didn't pay special attention to him. Instead, it was the men in gray with new faces. By the time they came in groups from the town, the hundreds of people in front of the fence fell silent in unison.They looked at each other, and then stood up straight. The distance between people seemed to have widened a lot at once, and some people couldn't help but put down the hands that were stretched out behind their backs to tickle them.

This reaction was not entirely out of fear. Instead of curling up and avoiding their eyes, the alien victims looked at these aliens almost straightforwardly, watching the baron lead them to the stove.These new Gentiles first opened the lid of the pot to look at the food in the pot, and then looked at the empty straw bags on the ground. None of the finely woven straw bags were damaged, and the clean oil paper was evenly unfolded and placed on the ground. On one side, wait to dry and cut into thin strips to make easy-to-use kindling.Under the gaze of countless eyes on the opposite side, the Gentiles whispered something, and then they walked away.

The sound of chopping knives kept coming from under the shed on the other side of the running water chopping board. The canteen workers brought baskets of dripping vegetables from the side of the ditch, cut them into strips and put them into the pot. The smell of food wafted even more. Far.Not long after, the canteen workers came over carrying rattan baskets one after another. Blood dripped down their grass aprons. They lifted the wooden lid on the pot and poured red and white minced meat into baskets.

When the meat porridge was being stirred, the people by the fence were jumping anxiously—even the canteen workers were obviously swallowing their saliva. Waiting at this time was like torture for anyone!But even so hard, no one crossed the fence, and the wall made of branches was as strong as bricks, firmly blocking them behind the rough door.

And then...the unloader on the pier finally came back.They separated in twos and stood in front of the eight fence doors leading to the stove table, while others went to the other side, put the children gathered there into the porch, and directed them to sit one by one on the dirt under the benches.

Baron Ramsay came under the iron bell, and the first opening bell rang. The unloader had just opened the fence gate, and the people behind the gate ran along the passage to the fire stove like wild horses, and put the pottery bowls on the stove. On the narrow wooden table, the canteen worker who was holding a large spoon in front of the stove behind the table stirred the pot, picked it up and poured a flat spoon for them, and filled their ceramic bowls by a knuckle, and then Loudly said: "Slow down!"

How fast the disaster victims ran when they came, and how slow they were when they left with their bowls in their hands. They carefully held the bowls and returned to the camp along the curved walkway. While exhaling on the ground, he sucked and swallowed.The children under the shed watched the canteen workers pass by carrying wooden buckets, filling everyone's bowls to the point of overflowing, and clumsily picked up the spoons.

For a while, the world seemed to have nothing but praise for food.

When there was almost only one layer left at the bottom of the pot, those new Gentiles and the old Gentiles who were resident in Dele Town came to receive food together. After these people left with their bowls, they found a nearby awning and stood still. Start the meal.

The two captains quickly finished their lunch, and after wiping their mouths with half-dried leaves, the freckled youth with a short ponytail said to the black-haired bereaved woman: "This group of 120 people came three days ago. They adapted very quickly."

"Not a disaster victim?"

"It's a disaster victim." The resident captain said, "It's also a mercenary."

The person opposite him frowned slightly.

"They have no employers anymore," said the resident captain. "The other side of the mountain was also severely affected. The money they saved in the past can no longer buy much food. There are dangers on the road. They lost more than 20 people."

"What do they want?" Hong asked.

"There is no doubt about food," Arik said. "Besides that, they want something else—something else that only we can give. The Baron will bring their leaders to a meeting with us in the evening."

Hong turned her head and looked at the men in the shadow of the grass eaves who had already licked the pottery bowls until they were leaning against the wall with a contented expression.Many of them had white marks of old wounds, their leg bones were slightly bent outwards, and the calluses on the tiger's mouth were obvious.Not far away, Baron Ramsay was sitting on the edge of the running water chopping board in the cafeteria, talking and laughing loudly with others while eating. He seemed to have sensed Hong's gaze and raised his head to look this way.

The eyes of the two met, and then moved away after a moment.

The elves were silent throughout.

Lida felt that the canteen workers in Dele Town were not very good at seasoning.It was too light, she thought, the baron had a feeling of familiarity to her, they had never met before, so what she was familiar with was the "nobility" in him, even though he didn't look very good in appearance. Like a true nobleman, but there's something about him in his bones.

He wouldn't want to do something to us... But thinking of the white ship at the port, she felt that she was not afraid again.

The task force can come to the crowd without any defensive weapons, not only because of "good for good", but also because the white ship is their weapon.

The lunch was rich but simple, and the rest after lunch was also short. The materials on the ship were simply carried into the warehouse by the unloaders in Dele Town, and the work team had to go to Baron Ramsay to confirm again. The necessary arrangements will be made for these materials, and the rest of the time will be used to gain a deep understanding of the completed and ongoing work of the 27 companions who have been stationed here for a month, so as to determine the direction of their next work.

In the process of communicating with each other, the work team traveled all over the town of Dele.

This is indeed not a prosperous town. Before the disaster year, the total population of the town was less than 800 people. Some of these residents died during the disaster year, and some escaped. The Le victims are only a small minority, not only the town residents are a minority, but also the farmers in the territory. The majority of the disaster victims resettlement areas are people from "the other side of the mountain".

The Kaspers over the mountains.

The number of these aliens who crossed the mountains and went to refuge exceeded two thousand, and the number was already enough for a relatively large tribe.However, these people did not come from the same tribe, nor did they escape together during this widespread famine. Before these people fled, some of them had lived in the territory of Baron Ramsay for several years. The baron seemed to be He treated them equally as his own people, so that he accepted so many disaster victims beyond his personal ability.In order to keep these people alive, the baron even gave away the long-term lease of part of the land to the Gentiles.

Now, at least in name, one-third of the baronial lands could only be used by "Gentiles" for the next 50 years.This is a great loss for any landowner, but the baron doesn't seem too sorry about it, because he even let in alien mercenaries, and few people know what he is thinking—at least in Dele The Blazers working in town don't know.

I don’t know that it doesn’t affect their work too much. In essence, cooperating with foreigners is much more serious than mercenaries. If it weren’t for the city of Mahi swallowing 10 people, it would still be as stable as an iron city and let the Buber Plain All the lords in the world have fallen into some kind of insanity, and the "treasonous" Baron Ramsay has been eliminated by their joint efforts-can't kill the foreigners, can't we kill you?So the nearby lords only shouted words of punishment, but no one dared to send a single soldier. After confirming that the foreigners had settled in Dele Town, the lords even had less words like this.

Because they are already counting their wealth and preparing for the road ahead.

The work team measured the town with their feet, and went to see the three waterwheels by the river, the canal and the large area of ​​farmland irrigated by the canal. They checked the fire prevention items in the resettlement area, counted the commonly used medicines in the clinic, and After observing the use of the five public toilets in the resettlement area, today's work is finally considered to be over.At this time, the victims had already completed the tasks assigned today, returned their tools, picked up their cleaned pottery bowls and continued to wait in front of the fence.

Today's dinner is beef bone broth porridge, which has also received unanimous praise from people.After dinner, people flocked to the drains to wash their bodies, because the weather was hot and there was no other work to do, and some people played in the water for a long time, because before coming to this territory, they had never seen water in their lives. Have enjoyed such an abundant water source.

The sun set, the stars twinkled in the sky, and under the afterglow of the sunset, people walked back to the hut with straw sandals, dragging their tired but comfortable bodies, and soon fell asleep.

Surrounded by the sound of insects and frogs, the town of Dele gradually sank into the darkness of sleep. There were only wind lanterns hanging on the side of the road, pointing the way for people with light like beans. The only church in the town stood in the night. The door was opened, bright lights poured out from the door, and people came from different directions and filed in.

The interior space of the church is not too big, a few benches surround a wooden table, and candles burn on the four walls.Five representatives came from the task force, facing the five Kasper mercenaries, and the rest were Baron Ramsay, his elder brother, Knight Wilda, and Priest Roden. to witness and record the meeting.The meeting didn't have to be so formal, but it was a request from the "Gentiles" and it was beneficial to the other two parties, so they didn't object.

The three parties have arrived, and before the formal talks, they first held a small oath ceremony, and then the Kasper mercenary representative spoke in an unskilled common language: "Our tribe suffered a great disaster, and many people died. , our employer has abandoned us. We cannot die any longer, we want a new master."

"Who did you choose?" Arik asked.

"You," said the mercenary leader, "we want Gentiles as our masters."

Arik looked at Baron Ramsay, who said, "I am not their master. Never have been."

Arik looked at the leader again, "You want us to hire you?"

"We want to join your city," said the chief.

After a moment of silence, Arik laughed out loud.The leader said again: "You have hired us for five years, and we will kill any enemy and seize anything for you. No other payment except food."

Baron Ramsay and his brother looked at each other, and they looked at the task force.

"How many people?" Hong asked, "How many people do you have?"

The chief looked at her short hair and black eyes for a moment, then finally settled on the sign on her chest and replied, "We have five tribes."

"Where did you come from?"

Baron Ramsay stood up, took out a thin piece of parchment from his pocket, pulled the string, and laid it flat on the table.This is a map, the baron pointed to a place on the map and said: "Here is a path, only we know it."