Imperial Crown

(Added for the angry [especially want to steal cabbage])

Viscount John is a loyal elder after all, and these 20,000 serfs did not specifically pick out the old, weak, sick and disabled.

Although it was hard to see along the way, most of them were pale and thin, with ragged clothes, dirty as if they had rolled in the mud, and even had no shoes, but at least they were much better than the batch of serfs that had been purchased from the Fox family-

At least their hands were not pierced.

Otherwise, in this hot summer, I don’t know how many people would die from infection and complications.

To receive 20,000 people at once, of course, Raven had to go out in person.

Raven did not play the drama of loving the people like his own children, which was not popular in this era.

If he really held the serfs’ hands and asked about their lives and asked about their well-being, then everyone from serfs to nobles would think that Raven was an idiot.

He brought Eric and recruited some well-trained recruits and appeared in front of the 20,000 serfs.

The effect was surprisingly good.

When two thousand soldiers wearing ferocious masks appeared in front of them, the serfs who were originally in a state of confusion gradually quieted down and dared not even breathe.

He ordered people to set up a stage directly, and Raven passed down the order, asking the serfs to elect the person in charge and prepare to preach their own policies.

After all, there were more than 20,000 people. Without amplification equipment, even if Raven shouted his voice hoarse, he could not expect everyone to hear clearly.

Maybe when Raven said "egg", it would become "Gar egg" when it was passed from the front row to the back row.

When the order was passed down, after a while, about fifty serfs came out, and after Eric streamlined it again, it became more than a dozen people, who went on the stage together and knelt on the ground when they saw Raven.

Raven glanced at the group of people and asked lightly: "Who among you has the final say?"

These serfs looked at each other, and finally most people's eyes fell on an old man.

He was one of the few serfs who wore shoes. Although his clothes were dirty and worn, they were neat. His gray beard hung down to his chest, and he even had a slight bookish air.

"What's your name?" Raven asked.

"Junason, Lord Baron."

"You don't look like a serf."

"I can read. I once served as a clerical attendant to a knight, but I have always been a serf." Junason was neither humble nor arrogant, very calm, and did not seem to regard himself as a subject of Raven. There was a hint of confrontation.

Because Junason had suffered a terrible fate during this period of time.

He was originally a clerical attendant to the knight, and he was about to obtain the status of a free man, but at this time, the Death Hand Cult came!

The knight fought bravely, but eventually died at the hands of the skeleton. At that time, Junason was working in the castle. He hid himself in the stove in the kitchen, which barely escaped.

The skeleton soldiers left, but the suffering did not end.

He finally organized some serfs to protect themselves, but encountered the noble troops who came to support the Slater family. They swept away all the food they had collected. They had to go into the deep mountains and forests, hunt under the threat of monsters, and deduct some rations from the voles' caves.

At that time, it was cold and cold, lacking clothes and food, which was a hellish memory that Zhu Nasheng would never forget.

After that, the Death Hand Cult was finally pacified, and their territory had a new owner. Zhu Nasheng thought he would usher in a peaceful and tranquil new life, but he didn't expect to be divided out and transferred to the Eagle Territory!

God, Eagle Territory!

Xuefeng County itself is the most marginal of the five counties in the northwest, and Eagle Territory is on the border of Xuefeng County, hundreds of miles away!

For Zhu Nasheng, who has never left his hometown, this is simply asking him to survive in the wild!

Zhu Nasheng had heard from merchants who were moving goods that the winter in Eagle Territory was extremely cold, and many people would freeze to death every year!

At first, Zhunasheng was half-believing and half-doubting, but two months of trekking made him more convinced of this.

All he saw along the way was desolate and dilapidated, which could not be compared with his hometown at all.

It was over, all over.

He no longer had the possibility of becoming a free man, and his sons and grandsons would continue to be slaves for a lifetime or several lifetimes, living a life without seeing tomorrow, and he himself had lost his ability to work and would definitely freeze to death or starve to death in the winter!

In his opinion, the "culprit" of all this was Raven.

That's why he had this attitude towards Raven. What fear would a dying man have?

"Baron, you look very young." Junasheng glanced at the army: "We will all be your subjects. It is not a sign of maturity to show off to your subjects."

"And you have gone to great lengths to set up the stage. This is really a waste of time. Instead of this effort, you might as well provide us with some food and water. What we need is not words, but real things."

"Every time you delay, you are losing your property."

A cloud of dark clouds gathered between Raven's eyebrows. Even with his scheming, his breathing began to become a little heavy. Junasheng's words were no different from pointing at his nose and scolding him!

At this moment, Simon came to Raven and whispered, "Baron, I asked before. Junasheng has some prestige among these serfs. During the migration, he also helped the escorting knights to gather the team. He was called a 'sage'."

"I heard that during the escort process, he had repeatedly spread negative emotions about you, which led many serfs to believe that you had brought them to hell."

Raven's brows were knitted tighter, and his eyes were full of murderous intent when he looked at Zhunasheng.

This Zhunasheng gained prestige by stepping on him!

And Zhunasheng looked at Raven calmly, not caring about his life or death, just like the upright people who died to advise the emperor in the TV series!

Raven was even more angry.

You are a loyal minister, then what am I, a tyrant! ?

And the dozen or so elected serf leaders next to him looked at Zhunasheng with a bit of...admiration! ?

"Ha!" Raven was so angry that he laughed. He stood up and kicked Zhunasheng in the chest. Although he used less force, Zhunasheng fell on the platform with his head raised.

This kick was like kicking a hornet's nest. A dozen refugee leaders next to him came forward to support Zhunasheng, and the serfs who had begun to calm down even had a little confusion!

Raven ordered loudly: "Personal soldiers, and the first battalion, repeat my words, shout out whatever I say!"

"Yes! Lord Baron!"

Raven took a deep breath, stood on the high platform, and shouted condescendingly: "I am Raven, Raven Ota Griffith, from today on, I am your lord!"

"Originally, I came to greet you with good intentions, because you are about to join my territory and become a member of this thriving territory."

"But your 'sage' Junasheng humiliated my character and questioned my decision, as if I were an extremely harsh lord!"

"Originally, I prepared housing for you, ready to I have prepared medicine, clothes, shoes and socks, and even prepared to pay you wages, but now it seems that you don't deserve my kindness! "

At this point, Raven took a deep breath and said loudly: "From today on, you will immediately be involved in the production and construction of the territory. There will be no wages, no holidays, only three meals a day!"

"Half a year, if you can work hard for half a year, you can enjoy the same treatment as my subjects!"

At this point, Raven slowly exhaled and whispered: "Eric, Volaf, Simon, you lead the team and take these people to three construction sites."

After that, he left without looking back.

Zunasheng on the ground sighed.

It seems that Raven is indeed a tyrannical lord!

Before he could continue to sigh, Volaf came up and threw him off the stage by the collar: "Old man who doesn't know what's good for you!"

This was the last sentence Zhunasheng heard.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already dark. What lured him to wake up was the hot aroma of wheat, which was a bowl of extremely thick wheat porridge.

"Father, you finally woke up." Junasheng's son Pip breathed a sigh of relief: "Hurry up and eat something."

Looking at the bowl of wheat porridge in front of him, Junasheng's throat moved and he cursed in a low voice: "I told you not to show your money when you go out, and you actually went to buy wheat porridge!?"

"I didn't buy it." Pip said: "This is the food provided to us by Baron Raven!"

Junasheng was stunned for a moment, and he immediately suspected that Pip was lying to him.

This is wheat porridge, thick wheat porridge. Even in the past, only wealthy serfs could afford it. Now Raven actually gave it to people for free?

But the facts told him that Pip was not lying, because there were many serfs around who came with him drinking porridge, including women and children.

Especially some children, their stomachs were round after drinking, and they even had a piece of bread in their hands!

Junasheng took a look at the oatmeal porridge and stretched out his hand to push it away: "Forget it, I'm old, let's not waste food. Raven wants you to do heavy physical work, you should eat first!"

"I'm full, father." Pip turned sideways and pointed to a place not far away: "Look, there's still hot food in the pot over there."

Junasheng swallowed his saliva: "This... Raven is open to provide us with food, isn't he afraid that his own subjects will be dissatisfied? He actually gained people's trust in this way!?"

Hearing this, Pip smiled bitterly: "Father, you are really wrong this time. Baron Raven doesn't need to use this method to gain any trust."

"Those who eat here are all outsiders like us. The local subjects have their own canteens and eat much better than us!"

Junasheng still refused to believe it.

Just when Pip was thinking about how to persuade his father to eat the food, his son, Junasheng's grandson, ran back hopping.

The little guy looks very smart, with a pair of blinking eyes, and he is likable at first sight.

He ran to Zhu Nasheng and held out his hand: "Grandpa, here!"

Suddenly, a smell of meat entered his nostrils. Zhu Nasheng took a closer look and found that it was a piece of brown bread fried on one side with a piece of roasted bacon on it!

"Did you steal something!?"

The little guy shook his head: "No, I just went to the local canteen next door. The uncles and aunts there liked me very much, so they brought me a piece. I thought that grandpa hadn't eaten yet, so I brought it back for you."

"Hurry up and give it back to them!" Zhu Nasheng gritted his teeth: "This must be a trap set by Raven. They asked you to bring this thing over. Once I eat it, they will slander me for stealing and tarnish my reputation. This is really insidious, too insidious!"

"Ah?" The little guy didn't quite understand: "But... but there are still a lot of these things over there."

Zhunasheng didn't believe it at all. A group of serfs could eat meat? This is not the way to cheat people!

At this moment, a commotion came. Zhunasheng looked up and saw two strong men carrying several large basins of things his grandson had just brought and placed them outside the porridge shed.

Then a big man shouted: "This is what the canteen next door has left today. If you want to eat, come and get it!"

This scene immediately attracted the attention of the serfs, and everyone was swallowing their saliva for a while.

Zhunasheng's three views were hit unprecedentedly-meat, there is still meat left! ?

He stared at every detail, hoping to find a flaw and prove that this was Raven's conspiracy.

But the strong men who came over with the big plates, with their slightly shriveled but extremely strong bones, dark skin and rough palms, were obviously serfs, and they couldn't be fake.

Did I really blame Raven wrongly?

That night, Zhu Nasheng drank oatmeal porridge and fell into a deep sleep. In the next few days, he recovered a little and began to wander around the construction site every day, and even secretly went to the local canteen several times.

The conclusion made him despair.

Those locals were indeed serfs, but it was also true that they had meat to eat every night. They had wives, children, families, clothes to change, and even wages!

Wages! Twenty copper coins per person per day!

This led to a circle of vendors spontaneously gathering around the construction site, selling all kinds of snacks, drinks, and even women!

This shows that what Raven said in public before was true.

And Zhu Nasheng was the culprit who prevented the 20,000 serfs from getting wages!

That night, Zhu Nasheng returned to his temporary tent. Along the way, he felt that everyone's eyes looking at him had changed. There was no worship, no admiration, and it became extremely cold.

He sat in the tent in a daze, staring at the bowl of porridge on the ground.

At this moment, a cry sounded. He looked up and saw his grandson being dragged on the ground, crying loudly!

"Give it back to me, this is what I want to give to my grandfather!"

The man dragging the little guy slapped the little guy's hand, snatched the piece of bread with bacon in his hand, and took a bite hard: "Your grandfather? It was your grandfather who asked me to snatch it from you!"

"If it weren't for him, I wouldn't do the same work as others, but I wouldn't get paid! I can't eat meat or drink wine!"

These words immediately resonated greatly, and the surrounding serfs joined the team of abuse and accused Zhunasheng's grandson.

Every sentence did not mention Zhunasheng's name, but every sentence could not be separated from him.

Finally, Zhunasheng rolled his eyes, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell on his back!

I really shouldn't talk to Baron Raven like that!

Raven didn't know what happened to Zhunasheng, and his focus was not on Zhunasheng, because the magic plant seeds he had cultivated before had grown into juveniles and needed to be transplanted.

On this day, Lei Wen was about to go to the laboratory when he heard a greeting: "Lei Wen."

Looking back, he saw An Nuo standing there quietly:

"I have something to talk to you about."

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