Infrastructure maniacs from the East

The long winter after the arrival of the locusts has finally passed, and the spring plowing of the new year has come in the anticipation of many people, because soybeans were planted last year and the fertile land stretches as far as the eye can see, which makes everyone feel at ease. Divided into regular shapes, the teams took their members and started the new year's grain planting after a brief warm-up.

In this era of natural disasters and man-made disasters, the land is the root, the life, and the hope of survival. Last year, everyone who earned a lot of copper coins by catching locusts all had red eye circles when they saw the gnawed bare soybean plants. Xu Tian repeatedly used strange tricks to divert attention, and the entire Febrina would be shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere for a long time.

It is said that the flower growers relocate to the land. In fact, the West has also attached great importance to land for a long time, but it is not so conspicuous because of the existence of the so-called nobles. The greatest wish of every freeman in this era is to have a piece of land of his own. Only one acre or even two or three points means that they have taken root here, which is why so many people were crazy about Xu Tian's suggestion of allocating land, no matter how much he persuaded him.

The ever-increasing number of farm cattle coming here is nothing compared to the land that is constantly being reclaimed. Even if large animals such as cows, horses, donkeys and mules are on the field together, there are still too many monks and too little food. Li put it on his body and moved forward step by step to unseal the frozen soil. His forehead was bursting with blue veins, and there were deep bloodstains on his shoulders. Xu Tian, ​​who came to check the situation, always understood that being a cow and a horse is not an adjective but a realistic one. This is the first time that it can be seen so clearly from such a close distance.

"It's a good day. We used to use wood, but we couldn't eat enough after a tiring day."

The man with an obviously injured shoulder laughed while eating steamed buns, but Xu Tian could hear clearly beside him because of his extraordinary hearing, but he couldn't laugh at all.

A bead of sweat dropped eight petals, facing the loess and back facing the sky.

No matter how much he understands the hardships of farmers, people who have not really lived that kind of life will never be able to empathize with them. Xu Tian is grateful for his current status and at the same time feels at a loss for his future plans. He is obviously standing not far from these people. The two sides of the place seem to be separated by a thick glass. On one side is the most ordinary survival and reproduction bloodline inheritance, and on the other side is the increasingly sharp incompatibility.

The lord didn't stay here for too long. He didn't want to admit that when he saw the hard work of these people, his mood fluctuated slightly. It seemed that the longer he came here, the longer he was holding himself down The senses are also becoming numb, and the original peace-loving Buddhist mentality is gradually being invaded by the urge to expand the territory and the inexplicable bloodthirsty desire, and the effect of the previous relaxation method is gradually weakening.

this is not right.

Xu Tian told himself so.

So?

The young man's heart asked back coldly. The huge beast roared and wanted to break free from its restraints. Only a small half of the chains that originally covered its body were still hanging on it.

...I can't do that.

The resistance he tried was weak to the point where he was scared, and Xu Tian almost watched him go all the way to the abyss.

Didn't you already do it.

The mocking chuckle seemed to be ringing in the ear, as if it came from the heart, the young man who was correcting the document stopped writing and clasped his fingers to his temples, his whole face was distorted by the pain, the rapid movement of the brush left a streak on his face, which was a bit funny The black marks fell on the paper and left a crooked stain. The only thing to be thankful for is that the butler temporarily left to save the last bit of face of the lord.

You can't be separated from me, whether you admit it or not, we are always one.

The familiar voice that could not tell where it came from made Xu Tian panic.

Was it me who persuaded those noble ladies to cause wars in other places?

To shut up!

Is it my fault to deliberately let that little poisonous snake go to his hometown to muddy the deep water?

To shut up! !

and also……

"Shut up, I told you to shut up—"

The rebuttal in my heart blurted out unconsciously, and the sharpness and pain contained in it surprised the parties.

"Lord, are you all right?"

The rare polite knock on the door brought Xu Tian back to his senses, with fear and panic still remaining in his eyes.

"It's okay..." Don't resist, you should know it won't work.

When he opened his mouth, the familiar voice sounded in his ears again, but Xu Tian just stopped Meler's request to come in immediately and began to carefully clean up the mess. His thin face was so calm that it seemed to be wearing a mask. .

"Lord..."

The butler’s hesitant words were ignored intentionally or unintentionally by the master. Xu Tian kept correcting the documents until late at night before going to bed as usual. If it weren’t for the indelible ink dots on the paper that showed the authenticity of everything, this day would actually be the same as the past. The thousand or so days were almost the same, Merrell saw that something was wrong with the lord and didn't say much, just quietly exited the room, providing his master with a suitable space to be alone.

***

Spring plowing is pain in Febrina, but it is torture in other places. The nobles who have never had mercy on their subjects ignored all conditions and put heavy labor on the civilians who had only one breath. They are good at using pain to educate disobedient slackers to let these thin rib-shaped creatures who don't know if they can be called human beings enter the field to start a new year's cultivation. As for whether these people will fall down for some reason and then return What does it have to do with them if they don't get up?

The woman who gave birth to the most children and supported the most was selected to roll solemnly on the cultivated land. Her naked body showed a terrible dryness. All eyes were focused on it fanatically. The ignorant farmers hoped for the next year's harvest. Harvest yearns for the land to suck away the woman's vigorous fertility so that the next year's crops will grow better. This superstitious activity that would be ridiculed in modern times will not be interrupted by even the strictest nobles in this era.

They don't see women's chests that are already dry like a bag. What everyone longs for is the full crops after this event and the food that can sustain life. These people use their eyes to encourage the woman to make her persist longer, pray Next year, I will be able to return to the era blessed by the Goddess of Light, and I will be able to eat half-full mush all year round.

"start!"

When the woman who could no longer get up stopped completely, everyone cheered happily. Several thin and old women dragged the people on the ground and put them aside. Standing together in twos and threes, the sharp whistle accompanied the order to announce the official start of spring plowing. The people who regained their dull eyes were working feebly with wooden or iron tools. They had nothing in their stomachs for a long time. There were no more shouts of rebellion.

This time, Yisi Farm is going to plant the land that has been fallow for three years. Of course, considering the farming technology and plant growth speed of this era, the difficulty of cultivating this land is similar to that of land reclamation, but the noble and benevolent master They don't care about such small things, after all, they only need to worry about their future marriage partner and various activities.

"Farming...the simplest thing...scattering seeds and watering...do I need to do more?"

The noble ladies and gentlemen whose fingers have never touched the soil occasionally sigh so naturally, and at the same time, the slaves and free people in their own territories are lazy and fragile, and they mess up such a simple thing every year. A capable subordinate, otherwise the complaints of these gangsters who refuse to pay taxes and so on will attract sympathy and complaints from a large number of friends of the same class, which is a better choice to open a new topic.

Of course, those who lamented the ease of farming would never let their clean fingers be stained with even a little bit of dirty dirt. Are the capable subordinates looting all the last valuable things of the common people in order to collect enough taxes in the famine years, so that those who could have survived had to die in hardship... What does this have to do with benevolent and noble lords and ladies? relationship.

It's just that these people are too fragile.

The pyramid-shaped class structure is doomed that the eyes of the nobles will never look down. No matter how many civilians and slaves die, it is only a number that can be supplemented with money at any time. There will be no unimportant crazy words such as treating civilians well, and of course there will be no record of how crazy the performance of the people who have been oppressed to the extreme will be.

Land reclamation is the most drudgery of drudgery. Pulling the top weeds, small trees and shrubs away is only the first step. When digging the ground, the roots of countless plants are densely entangled. Even with iron farm tools, it takes several repetitions Done, but most people only have rotten wood in their hands, so many times people can only tear off the root system bit by bit with their hands. Not to mention the low efficiency, it is easy to get injured all over the body, and the steward sees you squatting in one place If you don't move your nest for a long time, you will directly think that you are lazy, and you will just go down like this.

Stones have to be dug out, plant roots have to be pulled out, large pieces of soil have to be smashed and watered so that the seeds can germinate, poor food that can’t fill the stomach is always on the sidelines, and the housekeeper who suffers from flesh and blood... Thinking of the series of things that followed, thinking of their relatives and friends who died of hunger, the anger in everyone's hearts became more and more intense, but the docile stewards who had long been accustomed to the subjects and slaves didn't notice anything at all. wrong.

Isn't it just land reclamation and tax payment?Isn't it just that some people died?When his father did this, no one resisted, and when his father's father did this, no one resisted. Why would there be resistance at this time?

How do these scumbags deserve any more attention?

Stewards think so, and so do they.

So their heads are with the mud.

***

There were riots in every place and people resisted in every territory. Many people failed, but more people succeeded in the end. The anger accumulated for a long time formed a prairie fire that swept across the entire Eastern Continent, and all classes were involved.

Troubled times are coming.

The author has something to say: there may be some cuties who don’t understand, let me explain: the protagonist’s psychology has become completely abnormal now, after all, 007’s work system and endless things are not good enough for anyone to support Now, Tiantian only has two choices: accept the fact that he is going to fight and expand the territory, and release the pressure through blood, or be forced to have a second personality. He chose the first one but is still unwilling, so it is a bit difficult to integrate... Should understand?If you don't understand, I will propose specific parts and Yan Ge will explain it separately.

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