The Giant of Light is Still on the Way to Find Home

Sitting in the carriage was an ordinary-looking black-haired man in neat fur fabrics.

Of course, Old John knew him. The other party was the big boss of the traveling merchant. The harvest business in the past few years was all thanks to his support, so no one in the village starved to death.

The educated people in the village speculated that the boss was probably a descendant of a certain Roman nobleman, so not only was he wealthy, but he also had good martial arts skills.The first time he came, it happened that the Burgundians came to plunder. He shot arrows with a bow and shot all the intruders down when the rest of them couldn't react at all.

It was just a low-quality bow and arrow used by Orion, but it forcibly pierced into the shoulder of a soldier wearing a bust and shot through it directly.

This alone is enough to make the people of this village awe.

"It's almost time for the harvest. Let me take a look. Is there anything I can do to help?"

Ying An patted several huge coarse sacks in the carriage, and smiled faintly.

ps: It is very interesting to look at this collection of horizontal jumps

I have always felt that it is better to be on the street than to be on the street. At least I can write something I want to write without worrying about the subscription drop. After all, I don’t have many subscriptions, but I think I have a lot of private goods and nonsense. I hope I didn't get your cat coins

Chapter 282 Chapter 52 Choice

In the village named Domremy, the school-age children who were busy doing farm work for their parents discovered that the village chief and a few big shots in their hearts were following a young man respectfully, walking between the ridges of the field. Walking around, from time to time, like a naughty child, picking up a branch and poking a clod of soil on a certain piece of land.

"The fertility of this soil has been consumed to a certain extent, let's plant some vegetables next time."

Ying An picked up the dry clod and crushed it, feeling the weight inside.

"The bag of seeds I brought is more suitable. Of course, it's also good to plant a small amount of sugar cane." Ying An said casually, "That stuff is sweeter, and after being squeezed, the value will be greatly improved."

"Mr. Ias, I'm really sorry. Although the harvest is not bad this time, the kingdom just levied another tax not long ago. We may not be able to make up enough money for the bag of seeds."

The village head laughed along with him, with a desolate and helpless expression on his face.

Their village is loyal to the French royal family, but the taxation of these three days is really too much for them.

The matter of war is spread to ordinary people. Either the survivors will live and the dead will die long ago, or the tyrannical government is fiercer than a tiger.

Ying An is no stranger to this kind of situation. If you have never eaten pork, you have seen pigs running. The warlords in the history of the Republic of China, but there were talents who could collect taxes in advance until 2050 (true story, Sichuan) Liu Cunhou of the Shaanxi Frontier Defense Supervision Office).

"...Then let's take an interest-free loan first."

Ying An paused for a moment, and suggested this.

He knew that most of these farmers would not be able to repay the debt.But if he directly said that he didn't have to pay back, it would cause them to worry.

Human nature is so weird sometimes.

After surveying the land, he called in the village tax official, Jacques Dalk, and asked to see the village's tax records.

Of course, Jacques Darc dared not go against such a request that indirectly controlled the lifeline of the village and was suspected of being a descendant of a nobleman.

"That's sloppy enough."

After a few quick glances, Ying An knew that what she was thinking was completely correct. Some of these taxes were basically overlapping, that is to say, the tax collection was based on the common people's ignorance and repeated collection of money. Clearly stealing money.

"Land, serfs, nobles." Ying An muttered, thinking about the various bills of the firm this year.

That great man once said: Without investigation, there is no right to speak.

On the basis that the productivity cannot be reached, if the system of later generations is copied mechanically, it is basically not far from death.

Although he hated nobles very much, in this era, some nobles are indeed useful.

"uncle."

A girl with short straw-yellow hair and a white turban came out of the field at some point.

There were still a few ears of wheat on her temples, she looked quite youthful, but her tone was a bit timid.

"Could it be father, did something wrong?"

It turned out that this girl, seeing her father standing timidly in front of Ying An, had a slightly misunderstood idea.

"Don't worry, little girl." Someone's expression didn't fluctuate: "Your father's job is done very well."

He wouldn't lose his mind just because the little girl called him uncle.To some extent, the little girl still calls him young. After all, even if his current age is only estimated, it is at least 500+. (Although in the Kingdom of Light, he probably hasn't even finished school at his age.)

The little girl chatted with him for a few words, and hurried back to work again.

"You do have a daughter who cares about you." Ying An stared at the girl's skillful movements when harvesting the wheat, and said softly.

"Yes, sir."

When it comes to his daughter, the middle-aged man is rarely proud.

"Jianna is the best child in the village."

It is probably a point that most parents in the world have agreed upon. In their eyes, children always have halos and filters.

The tax collector is also inevitable.

However, it always feels a little familiar.

Jeanne?

The name of the tax collector introduced by the village head just now is Jacques Darc, that is to say, should the girl's name be Jeanne Darc?

...the maiden of Orleans?

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At the threshing ground after dusk, Ying An negotiated a deal with the village head and was showing them how to make sugar from sugar cane in a simple way.

Some say sugar is a godsend that stimulates the brain to release the ingredients for happiness.

So for children, a little sweetness is enough to give them some comfort in this hard life.

The one who did it was Jeanne Darc, the strongest girl in the village.

Ying An just squatted beside the girl, watching her use a sharp knife to peel off the hard skin on the surface, and then crush it with a tool to collect the sugar juice.

Seeing the wistful expressions of the boys and girls gathered around, Ying An gave them a few pieces of finished sucrose, and watched them lick them lightly as if they were treasures, showing an extremely happy expression.

Among them, the girl named Rang Na, after hesitating for a moment, quietly slipped this piece of candy into the hands of a long-haired girl with a pale face.

Ying An didn't say anything, just took out a copper kettle and took a sip of wine.

The hot wine flowed down, like a hot thread, burning his throat.

Then, he sprinkled a little wine into the nearby bonfire to make the flames burn even more.

As if they had received some signal, the children quickly gathered around the bonfire, took advantage of the favorable terrain and sat down. As in the past, after the traveling merchants bought the relevant commodities in the village, [Three Ears of Wheat] would compulsorily Provide children with a story-based puppet show, which is the most anticipated time of the year for children.

Although the ones who came to perform this time were not their acquaintances, this did not prevent them from looking forward to today's story with shining eyes.

Before the bonfire, Ying An took out several dolls of different shapes and put them on the red cloth stage. The children were surprised to find that the adult didn't even use silk thread, and the dolls behind the curtain seemed to have life. Come alive.

If this was a scene in the past, it would definitely be denounced as witchcraft, but at this moment, it only aroused envious shouts from boys and girls.

Even adults who saw it would either treat it as a miracle or keep silent.

No one would struggle with a chance at life.

The story of the puppet show is very simple. A dull but upright young knight chances upon a reclusive magic swordsman’s lifelong experience in magic and martial arts in his chivalry. Finally, how to win the heart of the magical girl, and get the [General's Art of War Suicide Note] (Wu Mu's Suicide Note), the story of driving out the invaders who invaded the country.

Among them, Ying An focuses on exaggerating the sincere and never-separating love between the knight and the magical girl, and also writes the legend of the young knight working hard and finally transforming from a dull knight to a great knight commander admired by everyone. It is also subtly pointed out that decent magic requires years of training to obtain and release, while evil magic takes effect very quickly, and sometimes you only need to make a contract with the devil to obtain it, but it will be more difficult to counterattack. dangerous.

The eyes of the boys and girls lit up when they heard this, and the boy wished he could replace the person in the story with his body, learn unrivaled martial arts, and drive out the invaders.The girl is moved by the love between the young knight and the magical girl.

Only the girl, Jeanne, chatted with the boy.

What choice will this girl make on the day of the [Apocalypse]?

Chapter 283 Chapter 53 The Trojan Horse

In this era of lack of entertainment, how popular is a puppet show with a little special effects? Just look at the expressions of these children who want to break their crutches on the spot to show their loyalty.

Among them, the boys were particularly excited, holding branches, drinking and fighting on the flat ground, imitating the movements of the young knights, imagining that they could also obtain the cheats and drive out the invading English bandits.

"Uncle, does "Dark Night Martial Arts Outline" really exist?"

Some boys who refused to give up even pulled Ying An's sleeves, their brown eyes were full of longing, and the burning soul of the Secondary School.

"How could there be? It's just a story, Tato."

An older girl was persuading the boy. The girl's mind matured earlier than the boy's, so in her opinion, the boy's behavior was always indescribably childish.

"That's right, uncle is so powerful, he must be a powerful magic swordsman."

"I'm not a magic swordsman." Ying An, who was pulled by his sleeves, smiled, not angry at all: "However, it's not just the "General Outline of Dark Night Martial Arts", even the magic girl's "Luoying Magic" It also exists."

This is not fooling the children. After continuously analyzing the related technologies of [Seed of Lamentation], Daqin's systematic magic research has stepped onto a new level, laying a solid foundation for the replacement of the next generation of drives. The related technology of a spaceship, this time Daqin, is afraid that it will focus on the civilization of rune technology.

Therefore, he, who always likes to find troubles for nothing, based on rune magic, modified a series of things that exposed his childhood, such as [Nine Yin Scriptures] and [Innate Skills].

The only problem is that these cheats, without exception, all have too high requirements for qualifications, and they are far from meeting the main requirements for mass production without creating a substitute for the [Soul Gem].

Using magic without soul gems is like running an electronic computer without installing system software, which requires very strong hard power.

"Wow!"

Sure enough, the answer set off a shriek that nearly pierced the eardrums.Even the girls pricked up their ears. During the performance, the magic that the puppet released with tears in their eyelashes and falling like petals was so beautiful, which girl doesn't love beauty? ?

"But it's very difficult." Ying An pulled out a fan from his waist and said with a smile, "Children, can you read and write? Can you count?"

"Besides, even for the young knight in the story, it takes at least ten years from getting the secret book to becoming a real master."

This basin of cold water is really refreshing.

The children didn't have an accurate concept of the time it took. They all felt that the young knight in the story was so stupid that he could learn the content, but they were so smart, there was no reason why they couldn't learn it.

The key issue is that literacy and numeracy are not the knowledge that children from ordinary families can access in this era.

Among these, take Jeanne d'Arc, aka Joan of Arc.

Her father, Jacques Dac, was already a small landowner with a fairly wealthy family. His property even rented a castle near the village, and formed a militia to lead the militia against thieves and Burgundians. attack.In terms of personal connections, French military leaders would occasionally hand over British soldiers captured on the battlefield to Jacques Darke for supervision, which shows that her father's contacts are quite extensive.

Under such family conditions, Joan of Arc must not be illiterate, and she has the basic ability to read and write.

But in the eyes of those real nobles in France, there is only a difference between Joan of Arc and illiteracy.

This is still the case for Joan of Arc, let alone the vast majority of children.