The Wizard’s Fairy Tale

The Adams family and the Mark family are neighbors to some extent, and the two are not far apart.

If there is a chain of contempt in the small village of Nisai, then undoubtedly, the Adams family belongs to a small group of people at the top of the village, while the Mark family is at the bottom of the village.

More people, less land, less harvest!

They can't get enough to eat on weekdays, and the family barely survives by doing odd jobs.

Last year, in order to spend the winter in Patras, he sold more than half of his land to Adams, and only then did he get enough pith coins.

This year, their family no longer has enough land to sell to others.

The family is destined not to enter the city of Patras, and will become a helpless barbarian outside.

"Damn untouchables, you are as annoying as flies, and a copper coin can make you sell all your dignity." Adams cursed in a low voice, with disdain in his eyes.

Although he is also a commoner, Adams always feels that he is different from ordinary commoners and that he is special.

He is particularly envious of the style of the nobleman. Although he is not a nobleman, it does not prevent him from "treating people" with the eyes of a nobleman.

Adams has great respect for those who can "listen to the sky" like old Gretel.

But for someone as humble as an ant like Mark, Adams just looked down from above, and even if he said a word to Mark, he would feel that his mouth was dirty.

At this time, the voice of the conversation between Mark and his wife Ina also came in.

"Mark, why do you stop me from pulling golden grass? While the lord is still accepting this thing, I want to pull more, exchange for more Poole coins, and give the children more black bread!" Ina's voice was filled with dismay untie.

"My Yi Na, why are you still pulling the golden grass? Don't pull it! Come on, come with me!" Mark's voice was anxious and filled with unstoppable excitement.

"Go, where are you going?"

"Go to the lord's place! Quick, it's gone before it's too late!"

"Late? Is the lord master going to stop buying this kind of grass? No, no, I want to exchange these!"

Overhearing this, the corner of Adams' mouth raised an arc, and the pain of others could make him feel happy.

Not long after that, the conversation between Mark and his wife made Adams's smile froze.

"No! Yes... yes..."

"What is it? Tell me, I'm so anxious!"

"It was the lord who announced that he would recruit some people to make brooms, dustpans, and baskets!"

"What is a dustpan?"

"Dustpan, that's... that's... I don't know, but I know, what the lord said, the reward is three Poole coins every day, and there are extra rewards for making it fast!"

"Really? Mark!" Ina shouted excitedly.

"Has our lord lied? He said that he exchanged golden silk grass for Poole coins. Did he change it? How dare you question what he said?" Mark's voice was a little dissatisfied.

"No honey, I just... I just... so what am I going to do now?"

"Oh, come on! Come with me! Maybe the lord will recruit enough people if it's too late! Be serious, maybe you can learn a craft, and the days to come will be much better!"

"good!"

Then there was a rush of running.

"What did the baron do?" With such doubts, Adams walked quickly to the door, opened the door to ask, but only saw the back of Mark's family going away.

Adams opened his mouth, but he didn't have a chance to say what he wanted to say. He could only watch the Mark family disappear from his sight.

After hearing Mark's words, the nearby villagers also became curious and approached William's earthen house in twos and threes.

in the house.

Merton frowned,

Huster's expression remained unchanged.

But Old Gretel looked over Adams's body and looked out of the door, and suddenly laughed in a low voice, "Hehehe, Lord William is really a surprising lord!"

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Three days later in the evening, William finished practicing the new knight breathing method and knight fencing again, wiped off the hot sweat on his forehead, ate white bread in the room, and listened to Old John's report.

More and more golden grasses have been purchased in the past few days, and the house can’t fit, so under William’s order, all the golden grasses were moved to the open space next to the house, and Charles, a newly transferred craftsman, led the A group of villagers weaves containers here.

Moreover, some newly picked golden silk grass needs to be turned over to dry out the water, so that we can weave brooms, dustpans, and baskets! It is also convenient to put it outside!

As for the safety issue, the only way is to let Charles supervise more!

The deterrence of Jacques Porter's end is still there, and these leaders are not afraid to do anything out of line for the time being, so there is no golden grass stolen incident.

"My lord baron, according to your instructions, we have already spent 1 pise of gold, 1 French franc of silver and forty-six pools of copper on the acquisition of golden grass these few days." Old John reported with a bit of distress.

"Haha, the villagers are very efficient!" William joked happily instead.

"Those untouchables, when they saw the Poole coins, they jumped on them like wild dogs on shit... Sorry, Lord Baron, I mean, those villagers' greed for money is unlimited." Old John gritted his teeth and said in his heart When I came out, I realized that I had said the wrong thing when I came back to my senses.

"Haha, old John, relax a little bit. Everyone's desires and pursuits are unlimited. Only when money is spent can it be earned back. Alright, go ahead."

"Sorry, Lord Baron, I was rude just now, thank you for your tolerance!"

Old John paused for a moment, swallowed his saliva, and then continued, "We recruited 20 villagers in total, and paid them 3 copper coins a day, and there were two other villagers, Mark and his wife, Ina The things are fast and good, and in the same time period, others can only weave two baskets, but they can weave three. According to the reward policy you mentioned, I rewarded each of them with 2 copper coins per day." Said finally At one o'clock, Old John felt a little uneasy, wondering if William would blame him, although he thought William would not.

Sure enough, when William heard his reward method, not only was he not angry, but he praised him, "Well done, old John, you can actually reward a little more. You can buy a horse bone with a thousand dollars!"

"Lord Baron, you don't need a thousand piss to buy a horse bone! Anyone who dares to sell it to you like this is a liar! Hang them!"

Hearing William's praise, Old John felt relieved, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but when he heard William's last words, his little heart beat violently again, almost jumping out of his throat. He was really afraid that Lord Baron, who was acting unpredictable now, would do such a thing!

"Haha, I'm just making an analogy!" William, who subconsciously used the former secular language after seeing Old John's reaction so strongly, smiled awkwardly.

"Lord Baron, this is not an appropriate analogy." Old John actually educated William in a serious way, and he was really afraid.

It's fine to buy golden silk grass, it's just drizzle, and it doesn't cost much. But if William really did the thing of buying a pair of horse bones with a thousand piskins, Old John would immediately feel that the sky was about to fall!

"I see, Old John. Go ahead." William laughed dryly, and then changed the subject to let Old John continue to report the situation.

After all, William is the lord, and Old John can't say much.

"In terms of remuneration for the villagers, we spent a total of 192 copper coins."

William nodded. In other words, did you spend nearly two francs in total in terms of labor remuneration? It doesn't cost much.

"For Charles, a total of 215 brooms, 86 dustpans, and 64 baskets have been produced!" Old John suddenly remembered something, glanced at Charles rubbing his hands from the corner of his eye, and said, "Master Baron, you still need Pay Charles twenty-five pools."

This is already close to Old John's daily salary. How can Charles' extra income not make Old John feel bad?

They both work for the Baron, how could there be such a difference?

"25 Poole coins?" William was taken aback for a moment, then remembered, "Oh, is that the reward method I mentioned?"

William asked, "Did you give it to Charles?"

"Not yet, Lord Baron, I'm waiting for you..."

"Then pay Charles now." William said casually.

Charles, who was standing quietly beside him, shrank his eyes suddenly when he heard this. It turned out that everything the baron said was true!

In any case, 25 Puer coins are a lot of money, and you can buy 5 of them for black bread, which can last one person for 15 days.

"Yes, Lord Baron." Old John's eyes flickered. After all, he did not persuade William to be frugal. Instead, he counted 25 Poole coins from his purse and handed them to Charles.

"Charles, congratulations!"

"Thank you! Thank you Lord Lord." Charles thanked Old John and bowed to William.

Old John smiled reservedly and said nothing, but William waved his hand casually and said, "You deserve it!"

Charles suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

At this time, Old John also asked William, "Master Baron, do you want to continue buying golden grass?"

"How many golden grasses do we have?" William asked after thinking about it.

"There are about 1,000 bundles left, and the piles are full. However, the nearby golden grass has been harvested by the villagers. If there is more golden grass, the villagers will have to go deep into the dark forest to mine, where it will be more dangerous .”

"If this is the case, then suspend the purchase of golden grass!" William said, for him, talent is the most precious asset.

"Okay, Lord Baron, do you want the 20 villagers?"

"Continue to let them weave baskets, and the reward will remain the same!" William said, not wanting this simplest handicraft workshop to be disbanded.

Old John frowned, but he still responded, "Yes, Lord Baron."

"Old John, inform the villagers that the second village meeting will be held tomorrow!" William ordered.

"Second meeting?" Old John wondered.

"Oh, I mean, I have something new to announce." Having been held too many meetings in his previous life, William couldn't help saying.

"Yes, my lord!" Old John stood up straight.

"Well. Go down." William waved Old John and the others away, then sat on the chair, not knowing what he was thinking, and sat for a while, then suddenly said.

"Magic Mirror, what is my current physical fitness?"

The magic mirror that had been placed on the table flickered, and a thin voice appeared in William's mind.

"Master, master, your physical attributes are as follows: strength: 2.2, constitution: 2, agility: 2.3, status: normal!"

"The physical fitness is still the same as last time, isn't there any change? Although there are better knight training methods, and you can also perform perfect training under the guidance of the magic mirror, in the end, the time is still too short!" William Frowning tightly, he murmured in a low voice.

In fact, he wasn't as relaxed as he had shown in front of Old John and the others.

The two killers of the Scarlet Hand didn't know who sent them, and the lizardmen happened in their own territory. Everything made William feel uneasy, but he didn't show it.