Chapter 391: Farm Busy and Iron Sword

In the spring of another year, farmers from all over Fustein were busy, harvesting the grains planted in autumn and winter, and sprinkling the seeds of spring wheat on the farmland.
Last year was a bumper harvest year, and almost all civilians across the country passed a fat year.
In the past twelve years since the fall of Charlotte, the gap between the two countries now exists, but it is not as contradictory as the first few years.
Civilians are easy to be satisfied, they can eat enough, and their lives do not have to get better and better, as long as they have a hope, this is enough.
Carrying a heavy iron plow on his back, Old Blue greeted his son and daughter-in-law and went to work in the field.
Although one leg was unfavorable, the old Bruce was alive and not much worse than the young man.
After a busy morning's farm work, Lao Blu sat on the earthen bag in his homeland, and chewed his chestnut cake that his wife had prepared for them yesterday.
The chestnut cake is very hard and needs to be soaked in water to swallow, and Lao Blu still eats with relish.
There is no dissatisfaction with the current life.
In order to make a living for his family when he was young, Old Blue responded to the baron's call and joined the army.
The war finally won, and old Bruce lame.
It was stabbed by a Charlotte soldier with a long spear, and Old Blue also used his long sword to kill the soldier.
This incident was boasted by Old Blue for ten years. It was the second-class soldier's medal of the Charlotte soldier. Old Blue received the three-acre field from the baron.
Three acres of good land, plus the original two acres of the family, a total of five acres of land to feed a family, barely enough.
Not to mention that Old Blue still has a considerable alimony.
The son married his wife the year before last, and his daughter-in-law gave birth to a big fat boy last year. Old Blue loves his grandson who was just a year old.
This is the only incense in his old blue house.
Thinking of finishing the farm work quickly, he went back to tease his grandchildren, and Lao Bruo finished eating the pancakes in his hands, stood up and waved the iron plow.
"Dad, I want to catch Minger to go to town and sell some of the wheat we have collected." Son Keane swallowed the food.
"Half of the wheat will be handed over to the baron, and half of it will be the fine grain for the festival this year. Where is the surplus?" Old Bruce waved the iron plow.
"Ruby hasn't added new clothes since the end of last year, and I want to pull her two feet of cloth." Keane said sternly.
Old Blue stopped the waving iron plow and looked at the son standing in front of him.
Keane is twenty years old this year. He is already an independent adult in other homes, but in this home, old Bruce has the final say.
Because of the blood on his body that had been on the battlefield and killed people, Lao Blu had no one in the village to dare to mess with, let alone at home.
Keane may have held this sentence in his heart for a long time. After opening the clip, he said, in the spirit of old blue, how hard his wife Ruby was, and he should do something for Ruby.
"In that case, our family can get a bite of bread this autumn. Have you thought about it?" said Lao Blu, leaning on the iron plow.
He didn't seem to be so difficult to speak. The old guys who came back to join the army with him knew that Old Blue was a gentle man in the barracks.
"I don't care," Keane said straightly.
Rubie pulled Rakien's arm next to him and told him to say less.
Ruby didn't care about the new clothes or anything. Ruby was very satisfied with her husband and children. He was a simple and hardworking farm girl.
Keane did this, only self-esteem, he felt that he owed Ruby.
Old Blue turned to look at his daughter-in-law, her dark skin, thin body, and a layer of linen towel wrapped around her head, just like most women in the village.
His daughter-in-law was married by the old Bruce from the neighboring village after the war with the silver bard rewarded by the baron.
Ruby’s father died on the battlefield in his early years, and his mother died a few years ago. After that, the Yindler was divided between her aunts and uncle and she married the old blue house.
For Ruby, this home is her real home, and her son and husband are all her.
Thinking of this daughter-in-law's marriage, it seemed that she didn't even add a piece of jewelry, and Lao Blu was silent.
"Wheat can't be sold out, you have to leave a mouthful for the child to eat porridge." Without thinking for too long, Old Blue nodded and agreed.
"Good!" Keane smiled on his face.
The one-year-old child's meal is not large. According to Lao Bru's previous idea, he was fighting to feed the child a bowl of porridge a day. It seems that it can only be fed once every two or three days.
There were not many wheat varieties planted last winter, and the half-year eating rate is definitely not enough for the wheat harvest alone. You must also grow other grains that can fill your stomach.
At this point, half of the wheat was handed over to the baron, part of it was left to the children for porridge, and it was impossible to pull the good cloth two feet away, but the ordinary flower cloth was still acceptable.
"Take the iron sword at home and sell it. Go to your uncle Robbins town and give Ruby a silver ring." Old Blue said immediately.
"Ah? That was your weapon when you first joined the army, didn't you mean that it should be passed down as a heirloom?" Keen asked in surprise.
"I don't think it's possible to fight this battle again. Keep it rusty and sell it!" Old Blue didn't answer his son's words and continued to deal with the farmland under his feet.
It didn't take long for the winter snow to pass, and the ground was still very hard. Old Bruce had been working for a while, and he was sweating for half a body.
Seeing that his father did not intend to continue talking, Keane did not ask any more. No one in this family could be rebellious about what Elder Blue decided.
I took the kettle from my wife, and the hot water that was hot when I brought it out of the house now has only a little temperature left.
With a small sip, Run Yun's throat, which was dried by swallowing the chestnut cake, Keane walked to the side of Old Blue and continued to do their unfinished farm work.
The town of Sciacca is a northern town in Tyre Province, east of the Kingdom of Forstan.
More than two thousand townspeople, surrounded by six villages, make this town full of vitality every day.
It was another day, and every household began to get busy, and the streets and alleys of the town were full of shouts of selling things.
The men who worked outside the town walked out in groups of two and two, while the women sat on both sides of the street in Jiamen, selling some manual work while sewing clothes.
The life of the residents of the town is much stronger than that of the village. No wonder so many people in the village want to live in the town, and the residents of the town are looking forward to entering the city under the baron.
This is the hope of the vast majority of civilians on this land.
"Hey, Keane, how did you come to town?" A strong man, dressed in beast fur and carrying a long bow, asked Keen who had just entered the city.
"Brother White, I'll come to buy something in town." Keane said with a smile.
White is a hunter. His father and Keane’s father, Elder Brue, were comrades many years ago. The two are in the town and the other is in the village. , Old Blue and White's father have a good relationship.
"Well." White looked at what was going on as Keen carried a large bag.
Not long after the crops were harvested this season, many farmers would grind the wheat and bring it to the town for sale.
"I'm in the woods outside the town. See you later!" White waved.
"See you later!" Keane also said goodbye.
Walking in the town of Sciacca, there were still many people who knew Keane and greeted him.
All this is due to his father who had gone to the battlefield, the young man who had followed the baron from the battlefield, and the town of Shaka was the hundredth.
Everyone in the older generation knows.
Going to the town's tax officer first, and handing over the food due in the first half of this year, Keane carried a bag that weighed only one-third of the original weight, and went to a grocery store in the town that received food.
"Two hundred and ten copper dlers, little Kean put it away!" The owner of the grocery store was a skinny old man whose hair fell out and he wore a knitted hat.
"Uncle Cook, you gave ten more." Keane nodded a handful of copper dele and said in surprise.
"You don't have to give it any more, please close it." The old man smiled, his thin cheeks squeezed out a few gaps, and said with a smile, "How about the old man, old Bruce, how are you doing recently?"
"Very good, wait for this year's Oktoberfest, your two elders have a good narrative." Keane said, thanking.
Ten bronzers are few, but it is almost three days before Cook makes profit.
After saying goodbye to the grocery store owner, Keane went to the blacksmith shop in the town.
The cloth is not in a hurry. When you have the money, you can buy it at any time. Keane must first sell the iron sword hidden in the food bag.
Since the end of the war, Folstein has strictly prohibited iron equipment year after year. Especially after the new king succeeded last year, he bought a kitchen knife and made an iron plow, and he had to register in the town.
Only those adventurous wanderers who are helpless and have nowhere to go, usually carry a weapon to stay away.
"Dang! Dang! Dang!" Uninterrupted beating sound came from the blacksmith shop.
The temperature in early spring was still a bit cold, but when we walked closer to the blacksmith shop, a wave of heat spread from the blacksmith shop.
Keen walked into the blacksmith's shop with the loose linen cotton cloth loosened.
"Uncle Robbins!" shouted into the iron room.
"Dang! Dang!" The beating gradually stopped, and a dark muscled man came out from inside.
"It's Keane, what's the matter?" Dahan took a gray rag from the door frame hook and wiped the sweat and ashes from his body.
"Uncle Robbins, how much do you think this sword is worth?" Keane took out an iron sword from the grain bag.
Although there are multiple gaps in Jianfeng, the whole is still sharp, and the blade is clean and glowing with cold light. It seems that the owner of this long sword usually wipes less.
"Old Bruce's long sword?" Robbins raised his eyes slightly and recognized the sword with only one glance.