Release that Witch

In the scorching sun, Sene Dali walked on the bank of the river wearing a straw hat to check the growth of the wheat.

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

At first glance, you can't see the marginal wheat field like a golden ocean. The wheat ears are thick and full, and the number of fruit is doubled. Even the head is bigger than any spring wheat he has seen before. There is no need to wait until the harvest is weighed, and Senni knows that this year must be a bumper year.

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

He spent ten years with his father, and naturally knows what ordinary wheat should look like. One wheat is divided into one to three ears, and each ear can produce twenty or thirty fruits. Whether the fertility of the soil does affect the size of the grain, but directly doubles the number of the fruit of the wheat ear? Apart from the witch, he could not think of other explanations.

There are still many changes like this. For example, the towering water tower in the town. He has observed the giants at close range. Manpower alone cannot carry a large iron bucket to the iron frame higher than the residential building, let alone they are almost It was built overnight. Nowadays, the townspeople who live in the community rarely need to carry their own buckets to fetch water. As long as the faucet is unscrewed, the cool well water will pour out from the pipeline.

The same is true of the "small island" in the center of the Chishui River. Since the ceremony was held by His Royal Highness, Miss Nana Wa was taken over to the platform, and the use of witches became more and more unobtrusive. Let a piece of land emerge from the empty river, which is obviously only available to the witch.

He once asked the city hall chief, Barov, about the matter, and the answer was to ignore it. His Royal Highness had his own ideas.

Ok... Anyway, the royal family always loves to work with the church. Even if the latter sends an army to attack the prince, he must win the first army before he can qualify to speak. Otherwise, the western world can only be the west of Roland Wimbledon.

Is the Duke of Ryan the best example?

"Adult, you are coming," two serfs who weeded in the ground saw Sene Dali and immediately greeted them. "Look, this wheat field can be harvested right away, so, I want to ask you. ......"

“Do you want to ask if the words spoken by the Lord’s adult are valid?”

"Right right," the serf screamed nervously. "Can we really be promoted to free people?"

As the head of the Ministry of Agriculture, in addition to recording the best planting methods and statistical harvests, Senj also has an important responsibility: to communicate with the serfs and to present the policies of His Royal Highness and the City Hall to them in a timely manner. Although he did not like the townships that dealt with the mud all day, the knight's self-discipline still allowed him to fulfill his task.

"Do you see those slogans?" Sene reached out to the farmland banner.

"Adult, I... can't read..." The serf smiled awkwardly.

“Labor creates wealth, labor changes fate,” he said. “That is, if you work hard, you have the opportunity to be promoted to a free people. This is the promise made by His Royal Highness, and it will be realized.”

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

“After becoming a freelancer, you can stay in the center of the town, have your own brick house, and get the right to receive primary education. You don’t have to ask me what the slogan means in the future.” Repeated again.

"Yes, adults." The serf excitedly nodded. "The weather is hot. Do you want to sit in my shed and have a cup of cold water?"

"No, you go to work." He waved his hand and watched the two bowed down and thanked him for a long time before returning to the field to continue his busy work. This is the question that Seny has heard the most in the past month. No matter how they preach, they will always ask again and again, for fear that the lord of the Lord will cancel the policy in the blink of an eye.

I didn’t go far, and some people came up. “Hello, Sennie, are these wheat harvested and dried, really only pay 70%?”

Huh, he sighed in his heart. The number of occurrences was second only to the promotion of free people, and ranked second. "This is true in the first year. It will only be less and less in the future. If it becomes a free people, it only needs to be turned over. Two percent can be, this is what we have repeatedly stressed."

"If it can be promoted, it would be fine," one of the tall men touched the back of his head. "The remaining 30% of the wheat, can we?"

"Can only be used to sell to the prince, eat, or keep seed." Sene clap his hands and simply let them call the serfs around. "You listen, Bianbu Town prohibits private sales of food, whether it is selling To the local townspeople, or to sell to foreign traders, they have violated the law of Bianbu Town. If you do this, not only will you be confiscated, but you may also be imprisoned."

"What should I do if the lord of the Lord only offers a very low price?" Gao Zi muttered.

"Of course, there will be no such situation. The purchase of grain by His Royal Highness will be implemented at a stable market price. No matter whether it is a bad harvest or a bumper harvest, there will be no major changes. So you don’t have to worry about buying wheat and can’t afford it, don’t worry. Too much to gain can not be sold or sold at a price.” Sene said, “There is only one place in the entire border town that can sell food, that is, the convenience market, and the market manager is our city hall.”

"What is the price...?"

"Reassure, Your Highness will announce to you personally before the acquisition."

Looking at the serfs scattered in twos and threes, he licked some dry lips and continued to check the crop situation. I don't know that several of these people will remember their words, but Barov has clearly conveyed the hard-line will of His Highness, and the private-smugglers will be severely punished.

Just then, a young serf got out of the crowd and turned back and forth. "Adult," he gasped. "I still want to ask you a question."

"Ok?"

"Do you know where Miss Mey and Ms. Irene have gone?" He hesitated. "There has been no drama performance in the square recently. I want to... ask you about their current situation, is it... sick? ”

This is a new and interesting question. Sene can't help but raise his mouth. If he didn't happen to see them at the town hall, he couldn't answer it. "They went to the long song fortress."

"Ah," the other side showed a disappointed look. "Don't they want to stay in Bianbu Town?"

"Just go to the fortress theater to perform," he shrugged. "And now the weather is so hot, can't you bear to see them standing in the sun and sweating? When the fall, they will continue to return to the square to perform new drama." ""

"The original, it is like this... Thank you, adults!"

Looking at the back of the young man's dissatisfaction, Sene can't help but think of himself from the knight to the captive, and then from the prisoner to the city hall official. The experience of these months can be described by ups and downs. He didn't want to go back to the squad's territory. There was nothing but a dilapidated house and a piece of wheat. It was just a knight who wanted to get rid of his father's life.

Not every knight can have the same scenery as dawn, or as the Duke of the Cavaliers have the best territory and obedience. Now he has more salary a year than the Cavaliers, and there is a broad upside. Perhaps it is time to take the parents to the town, and then marry a girl to enjoy life. (To be continued. Your support is my biggest motivation.)