Vol 6 Chapter 120: Farming is worse than working

After leaving the Duke's Palace, the Duke of Windsor, a light car, took only one housekeeper and put on a very ordinary cotton cloth. He took a worn-out carriage from the back door of the Duke's house and slowly sailed into Canberra. ☆→,
The sights seen along the way are not much different from each other, but if you look closely, you will find that the street is clearly deserted than usual.
In the past, I kept screaming and selling in the street. At this time, there were fewer people. The number of people who were willing to stop on the street naturally was much less.
Looking at the two sides of the street, the shops that were originally densely closed were closed at this time. There are even a few shops that seem to be in a hurry. Even the gates are not tight. You can see that there are only a few tramps lying. Among them, use this as your own temporary residence.
Seeing this situation, the Duke of Windsor could not help but frown slightly.
"Rickon, why do you say this? Even if other places add business opportunities because of the new flying business association, this does not mean that we have no money to earn in the southern provinces. Why do these merchants directly shut down here? The store is leaving here?"
The middle-aged man who looks like a housekeeper is Ricken in the mouth of the Duke of Windsor. It is different from other people in the face of the Duke of Windsor. Even the war is different. This theory is calm in front of the Duke of Windsor. Although it is still respectful, there is nothing. Awesome look.
Hearing the question of the Duke of Windsor, Riken silently for a moment, then raised the whip in his hand and let the carriage turn in the direction.
The size of the Duke of Windsor grew up with Ricken, knowing that his temperament has always been the case, and he did not care about his question.
But seeing Ricken turned in the direction. The Duke of Windsor knew that he must have an answer in his heart. So I was silent. While watching the situation on both sides of the street, I drove slowly outside the city in a carriage.
The carriage with the Duke of Windsor and Ricken swayed out of the West Gate of Canberra City, and then traveled two or three kilometers to the west, and saw a large village with about 100 households appearing in the carriage. before.
At this time, it is in the deep spring season, and the southern province is close to the southern part of the mainland. There are already scattered golden meanings in the wheat fields on both sides of the road.
At this time, it should be the most important moment before the harvest. The farmers should take care of the mature wheat field every day, but the Duke of Windsor swept away. However, I saw only a few scattered farmers in the wheat fields, and there was no need to be busy at all.
The Duke of Windsor couldn't help but frown again.
"The lazy farmers are still lazy at such a critical time! Don't they know that they are going to the spring harvest soon?"
Ricken didn't look over the Duke of Windsor and shook his head: "Master, not that they are lazy, but they have no one."
The Duke of Windsor glanced: "What do you mean?"
Ricken pointed to the field in the distance: "Look, there are some old people in the field, and no young people can be seen."
The Duke of Windsor set the and looked at the surrounding fields carefully, and found that it was. Can't help but be more surprised.
"Why is this? Young people in the village? Are they all lazy? Or something? Riken, what do you know?"
Ricken shook his head and didn't answer. Instead, the carriage drove to a farmland and jumped.
In this farmland, an old farmer who seems to be at least sixty years old is bending over to check the field. After hearing the sound, he raises his head and then sees Ricken jumping from the carriage and coming over.
"This old man, why are you alone here, your family? Sons and daughters? Why didn't they come?"
The old farmer swept Ricken, although he saw that the other party might be different from himself, but he was very amiable in his tone and manners. He put down his alert and smiled and said: "They, they all went out to work, leaving me the old man. And the old woman is taking care of this field at home."
"Working?" Ricken showed a surprised expression on his face. "Where do you work? Isn't Lian Tian planted?"
"They said that they are going to go to a place... What Neil's city is saying is a new flight..." After just vomiting these two words, the old farmer suddenly passed a trace of fear, coughed twice and put the back behind. I swallowed back.
Like Riken, he didn't even see the old farmer's movements. He blinked and continued to ask: "What are you talking about? Isn't the Neil city supposed to be Saranir City? The place is in the province of Tural, but it is a bit far from here."
I heard that there was no scruples in saying that the "New Flying Chamber of Commerce" was a word that became almost banned in the southern provinces. The old farmer’s attitude instantly relaxed. He smiled and shook his head: "What is far away? You can earn money. You can earn five gold coins at the end of the month, and you can even earn ten gold coins. It is no better than farming at home. If not, my wife and I are not good. I am not willing to leave here, I am afraid I will go to work with my two sons."
"Oh? Can you earn ten gold coins a month? That's really a lot." Riken looked up and looked around, and asked: "I saw the old people like you in the field. Isn’t the family in the village like your family, the young man ran out to work?

"Yeah, you can earn a few gold coins or even ten gold coins when you go out to work for a month. There are more than one hundred gold coins in one year. If you stay here to farm, you will be able to fill your stomach after paying the rent for the whole year. It’s not bad, don’t say gold coins, not even a few silver coins. Let you choose, how do you choose?
the old farmer asked.
Ricken snorted and nodded. "I changed the same for me. But it is really reliable to go to work so far away. What an accident..."
"Cut, can there be any accidents." The old farmer licked his mouth. "In any case, all of us are life-threatening, and we have the opportunity to earn genuine gold coins. Of course we have to seize it. Besides, the factories there seem to be new flyers..."
Speaking of this, the old farmer still looks at it, and all of them look at it, which only lowers the voice and continues: "It seems to be related to the new flying business. You always know the new flying business association? People are rich and big business associations. Only will we lie to us."
Ricken is a bit strange: "You seem to know the new Feishang Chamber of Commerce? How do you know this Chamber of Commerce?"
The reaction of the old farmer was even more strange. He glanced at Ricken with a look of surprise and then looked at it again and again. This time he forgot to lower his voice and directly asked: "You are too strange to ask this question? What do I rely on? I can't know the new Feishang Chamber of Commerce? The things of the New Flyer Chamber of Commerce are so easy to use, and they are cheap. If I don't even know this, it would be too ignorant."
"Oh? Where did you know that the new Flying Chamber of Commerce is easy to use and cheap?"
"Before the New Flying Chamber of Commerce and other commercial chambers did not come once, brought a lot of good things, and before the Governor announced the ban, there were many other businessmen who brought a lot of things in. Now we have some in the village. A lot of it. Compared to those sold by the profiteers in Canberra, these things of the New Flyer Club are especially useful."
Speaking of this, the old farmer suddenly seems to think of something, hesitated for a while, then asked: "In fact, I heard that the new Feishang meeting came, is planning to invest in the construction of some factories in our city of Canberra? You said If the Governor of the Governor did not issue the ban and let these factories be built, then my two sons would not have to go to work as far as the province of Tural..."
"So to say... Do you disagree with the ban on the Governor?"
"Yeah, this ban has no benefit at all..." The old farmer suddenly looked at his eyes and watched Riken with vigilance. "No, no, I didn't say anything, you don't guess. The ban on the Governor's promulgation is his business, and it doesn't matter to us."
Ricken nodded and didn't continue to ask for it. Instead, he talked to the old farmer about the upcoming spring harvest.
For the spring harvest that is coming soon, the old farmers have some worries.
In the past, every time the spring harvest, the family labored out, but also had to be busy for a month to barely harvest more than ten acres of land under their name.
Now the two sons and daughter-in-law, together with the grandson who is already half-size, have left together. It is only the old man and his wife, the old man, who is afraid to harvest only two acres of grain.
"But it doesn't matter. Now the sons are doing well. Our two old guys will just take some food they eat, and they don't need to be so tired."
"What about renting food?" Ricken asked.
"Leasing food? It’s a big deal to buy some food to pay. Anyway, the older son came back and said that the big ship from the Principality of Stading also brought in a lot of cheap food. With their current salary, they can buy a few hundred pounds a month. It is enough to pay the rent."
Ricken was speechless for a moment.
The old farmer sighed and continued: "Oh, actually, I heard the relatives who came to our house last time, saying that the new Feishang Association does not have any farmland magic machinery. It is said that it is not necessary to harvest an acre field for half an hour. If the Governor's adults do not have this ban, how much better, and get some farmland magic machinery to come in, we don't have to worry about what to do in this field."
Ricken and the old farmer watched a piece of green wheat with a little golden wheat field, silent for a long while, then waved to the old farmer and returned to the carriage.
The Duke of Windsor has been watching the conversation between Ricken and the old farmer through the curtains of the carriage, because the distance between the two is all in the ear.
After Ricken came back, the Duke of Windsor looked at the vast farmland in front of him for a while, then put down the curtains and silenced.
After a while, the Duke of Windsor suddenly gave a sigh of sigh.
"Rickon, give you one thing."
"Please ask my grandfather."

I heard that there is a Cantona Chamber of Commerce in the Kingdom of Lampari, which is responsible for harvesting farmland. You can contact them.

Ricken glanced at the Duke of Windsor and nodded.
The Duke of Windsor opened the curtain and stared at the old farmer in the field for a moment, and gave a sigh, indicating that Ricken had drove the carriage away. (To be continued...)
Ps: (I was forgotten yesterday...)