Succubus' Manor

The weather is getting colder and the rainy season is coming again. The slaves are in a constant state of anxiety—they are not like the servants serving the lord. Although they sleep in the corridor, they are in the castle anyway, where they can shelter from the wind and rain. They can only sleep in the fields side, sleeping on wet soil, cold and damp.

If you get sick, you will be kicked out of here, so as not to infect others.

Every season, no slave can guarantee that he can stay here until next year.

The goblin curled up among his companions, but it was still very cold. They had no clothes or quilts. When they were cold, they could only hug their companions. The wound on his face was smeared with ash by his mother. When he was woken up, he was still dazed. , because it was not yet light.

But he soon remembered that when the rainy season approached, the nights would grow longer and the days shorter.

So the supervisor would wake them up and let them go to work in the field in the dark.

But today, apart from the disdainful and contemptuous voice of the steward, there was also a scent—the smell of food. The young goblin was hungry. He swallowed and stood up with the others.

"The lord gave you food! Let you eat two meals a day!" The servants behind the steward carried several large wooden barrels, which contained hot bean paste without any spices or seasonings, not even salt. No.

But including the servants, everyone except the steward was spitting.

Regardless of taste, these are foods that will fill you up.

The steward was obviously the same as the steward, and he didn't agree with giving the slaves more food. He had a stinky face, as if the slaves owed him a lot of money.

The slaves hurriedly took out their own bowls, the lord never provided them with kitchen utensils, so they had to figure out their own way.

There are all kinds of strange-shaped "bowls".

The young goblin’s bowl was made by asking the dwarves to help him. It is made of a kind of fragile stone, and the middle is knocked out little by little. It is more durable than wooden bowls, but it cannot be dropped on the ground, and it will break when it falls. Precious property, he followed the spit, holding the bowl, and squeezed into the middle of the slaves waiting to cook with his mother.

The slaves didn't dare to speak, but they all stared at the spoon in the servant's hand with tired eyes.

There are two meals a day, which is a good thing they dare not even think about.

After making bean paste, the slaves sat on the ground and ate with their hands, or drank from bowls.

The young goblin drank bean paste, and his mother poured him some from her own bowl.

Goblin: "Mom, you eat by yourself, I've had enough!"

The female goblin insisted on pouring some for him: "I'm not hungry, you eat."

The goblin whispered, "The new lord is willing to give us two meals."

The tauren next to him who drank a whole bowl of bean paste said, "The new lord must be a good man!"

Compared with goblins and dwarves, tauren have the least eyes. They are also a very popular slave race. They are strong, not easy to get sick, have great strength, can open up wasteland and cultivate land, and are very honest. No tauren slave has ever escaped. According to news or rumors, their prices are the most expensive among all races.

The tauren said with a satisfied face: "It would be great if I could eat two meals a day."

He wiped his mouth, went to the woods with his companions, and continued to open up wasteland.

The goblin licked the bowl cherishingly, and then went to the field with his mother.

It seemed that because of this rare meal, the goblin didn't hear anyone's stomach growl all morning.

The slaves' bellies stopped, but Chi Yan's started.

Lying in bed, he felt that he might not have died of various diseases, but of starvation--for the bread was bland, and the stew tasted strange, and he hadn't eaten much the night before, and he was hungry that night, and he didn't know what to eat. I was ashamed to ask the cook to make supper for myself, so I stayed until morning.

As a result, when I ate in the morning, I didn't eat much because I was hungry and full.

So when it was almost noon, Chi Yan was going to faint from hunger.

After the butler knocked on the door, he walked into Chi Yan's room with Chi Yan's consent, and Chi Yan sat up immediately after hearing the knock.

The housekeeper tidied up Chi Yan's clothes, and then he talked about the territory. He looked serious and solemn: "The excrement has been cleaned up, and a toilet has also been built."

It is said to be a toilet, but it is actually a few big pits. After you go in and pull it, you bury it yourself, and there is soil next to the pit.

All in all much better than before.

"Don't we raise animals? Pigs, horses, cattle and sheep?" Chi Yan asked strangely, because animal urine and feces can be used as fertilizer. He is more resistant to human excrement, but the strange thing is that he does not. Animals may not feel dirty because they are not of the same kind.

For example, he used to have a dog and often picked up excrement. He thought it was nothing, and it was not a plant, so how could he not excrete it?

But he couldn't do it as a human being. When he went to the public toilet and found that someone hadn't flushed it, he would feel sick and want to vomit.

The housekeeper frowned and said seriously: "There is no approval from the Holy Court, we can't raise animals, we need the approval from the Holy Court, and we can only raise them after a cleaning ceremony for those animals, otherwise who knows if there are any devils on those animals mark?"

Chi Yan didn't speak. He felt that there were goblins, dwarves and tauren in this world, and the existence of angels and devils didn't seem too strange.

Chi Yan made a decisive decision: "Let's go to the nearest holy courtyard and ask to keep animals."

The housekeeper thought about it and thought it was feasible, but he still asked, "What should we raise?"

It is impossible for horses, which belong to advanced animals, and can only be raised by the Holy Court—the reason is that horses are originally the mounts of the Holy Spirit, and only the Holy Court can raise them.

But Chi Yan, a time traveler, wouldn't believe it. Even if there were supernatural powers in this world, it couldn't be related to horses.

Just like black cats, in the West it is a symbol of ominousness. A black cat means that there are dirty things coming, but in the East, black cats can ward off evil spirits. If you keep a black cat at home, ordinary ghosts and ghosts cannot get close.

So here comes the question, should we listen to the West or the East?

Chi Yan is more willing to believe in the East. Apart from being an oriental himself, there is another reason that the black cats in the West are actually an accessory of the witch movement. It itself is just a projection of the power of witches, because black cats are witches Incarnation, this has something to do with people.

But in the East, it is independent, and it has the characteristics of an independent creature.

The reason why the Holy Academy monopolizes the horse breeding industry is also very clear. Horses are strategic materials. In the absence of industry, horses are an indispensable and important presence on the battlefield. Everyone knows that cavalry is greater than infantry. Therefore, Holy Academy is It is sparing no effort to control everything in this country, political economy and power.

Chi Yan: "Raise cows, chickens and ducks, and pigs."

The housekeeper also thought it was good, the meat of these animals was delicious.

People here don't eat pigs very much, either because of dogma or because they think pork is dirty, or because they simply can't eat pork.

Raising pigs is not like raising chickens and ducks. It takes seven or eight months for pigs to grow up. There is no feed here. It may take time to raise pigs. When it is harvest time, I find that the total amount of pork is not half of the chickens and ducks raised in the past few months. Too many, no one will raise them for a long time.

When there was no more excrement in the field, Chi Yan was willing to leave the castle for a walk. He hadn't had close contact with his "citizens", although the housekeeper said these were his "slaves".

He was walking on the flattened mud, followed by Albert and Karl, and beside him was Kleist, who looked more like a noble lord than him.

Looking up, the "people" are male and female, but they are all children, young people and middle-aged people. There are no real old people.

Chi Yan asked strangely: "Is there no old man?"

The steward said naturally: "Slaves never live to be old."

Albert also said: "Soldiers or knights, only a few can live to old age! My lord, you don't have to feel sad for them. It is their lifelong honor to be your slave!"

Chi Yan: "..."

Big brother, you better shut up!

Instead, Kleist said: "They have worked all their lives, and without medicine, accidents and diseases can easily kill them."

But the housekeeper didn't think it was a problem. On the contrary, he thought it was very good. He said: "The old man can't do much work, and he still wastes food. Even if the food is given to him by his family, it is still a waste."

As for himself--although he was old, he was useful, and he was a man of good character, not like a slave.

Children are pulling the weeds in the ground, they don't have a bit of children's liveliness, the hard life makes them work hard to be mature and sensible from the moment they land, because they know early that life is not easy.

The children with big heads and small bodies were wearing nothing, sucking snot and pulling weeds. Two of them saw Chi Yan, but they didn't dare to look directly at them, so they could only observe from the corner of their eyes in fear.

——This is their new lord.

So beautiful!

They sniffed, peeked cautiously, and a few bit their fingers and drool.

Hope the new lord treats them better.

It doesn't need to be too much better, just let them have a full meal when they harvest.

Chi Yan couldn't hear their voices, but just looking at their appearance, Chi Yan felt very uncomfortable. He was a young man who was born in New China and grew up under the red flag. The worst thing he did before crossing was to modify his own body. Exam results, so as not to go back and be beaten, but it was discovered that the grades were modified, and they were beaten twice.

As for good deeds, the best thing he has ever done is to donate the money from summer and winter jobs to children in impoverished mountainous areas every year.

He considers himself to be an ordinary person. Sometimes he is selfish, but not so bad, and sometimes he is kind, but not so good.

If what he saw now was a group of adults pulling weeds here, he might not have been so touched.

But both humans and animals have feelings for their cubs.

In Chi Yan's worldview, children should enjoy their parents' doting, and if they are disobedient, they should also accept their parents' "doting".

Just when Chi Yan couldn't regain his senses for a while, the housekeeper said in a very untimely way: "It's good if three out of ten little bastards survive, but slaves always have children, so you don't have to worry about fewer slaves in the territory .”

In Chi Yan's eyes, these children are "human beings", the cubs of "human beings", and the inheritance of new life.

But in the housekeeper's eyes, these children are "things" that can be bought, sold and exchanged and have many uses.

It's good to have, there is no need to regret and be sad.

"They don't have clothes?" Chi Yan asked seriously.

The housekeeper also answered seriously: "How can there be so much cloth to make clothes for them? Cloth is very expensive."

The lowest grade of cloth also requires two copper coins to get a little bit, only enough to make a sleeve.

Chi Yan: "Can't we weave cloth ourselves?"

He remembers taking history classes before. Cloth weaving accounted for most of the income of many families in ancient times. For a long time, cloth can be used as hard currency instead of money, exchanged for daily necessities and food, and used to pay taxes.

So for an ancient family, a loom was a very important possession.

The Western Industrial Revolution also started with the Jenny machine.

Steward: "If we can weave cloth, this will be the most prosperous place in the whole west!"

Well, it turns out that the textile technology is also monopolized by the Holy Academy.

Chi Yan suddenly grabbed the butler's sleeve and pulled the butler to the front.

The housekeeper blushed and was dragged away obediently.

After making sure that the knights couldn't hear them, Chi Yan asked in a low voice, "Then can we weave cloth secretly?"

The butler shook his head and said with a sad face, "Why would you ask such a question!"

But soon he also lowered his voice and answered quietly: "If you have finished weaving, you can't take it out for exchange."

Chi Yan: "Can't you find a businessman?"

The butler was taken aback. It was the first time he discovered that merchants could still have such a role. So he thought about it and found it very promising. Merchants will not stay in one place for a long time when they travel all over the world, and some places they pass are very dangerous. They may die at any time, and their information is relatively safe.

"But where are we going to find the loom?" asked the butler the most important question.

Chi Yan: "There must be a holy courtyard. When we go to the holy courtyard to ask for permission, we can go and observe it."

Chi Yan was confident that he would write down the structure and copy it.

When he was a child, he disassembled remote control toy cars, and he could restore them without any effort, which is his innate skill point.

Since it is a talent, it cannot be wasted.