Warhammer Throne

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The Old World, the Earl of Glamorgan, in March, Jean Town.

Winter finally passed. After the last winter snow in March, the sky finally arrived. The bright light illuminates the sky of the earl. This year is another bumper year.

The amazing effect of the fairy tower in the lake was released from the town of Jin in all directions. The closer the farmland to the town, the more the increase in production. After the harvest of winter wheat, many serfs discovered that after paying a lot of fixed taxes, The food left behind is still rubbed for the whole family.

It's not five years ago. As long as it's hard work, which serf's house doesn't have any grain in it? Because of this, many serfs were moved. They secretly asked people to inquire in the city to see if there were any merchants buying food.

Sure enough, the serfs got good news. Several merchants in the city were buying grain!

Bono from Hongyu Village was such a serf who planned to go to the city to sell food. This serf’s family had a lot of food, and he stocked up a lot of bags of barley flour alone. The village knew that there were people in the city. It was a halberd soldier named Raymond, a soldier of the earl, and since he said that it was bought by a merchant, it must be bought by a merchant!

The uneducated Bono firmly believes in this, because the Lord Earl is Lord Ryan, and Lord Ryan is the Knight of the Holy Grail, he will definitely not lie to us!

A dozen serfs put together a total of them, got a few carts, and prepared to transport the grain to the city for sale.

The next day, everyone woke up early, and the serfs hurriedly loaded bags of grain on the truck, ready to be transported to the town for sale.

"Are you going to sell food in the city?" The serfs were still loading their cars. A big bald kingdom knight passed by here. He was holding an apple in his hand and gnawing most of it. There was a fat pig on his arm, behind his back. Carrying two axes, the posture is very scary.

But after five years of getting along, the serfs also knew that Lord Anglang was not as scary as his appearance, and he liked to do farm work, and looked like a kind and simple old farmer.

"Master Anglang! Good morning!" A few serfs hurriedly stopped what they were doing and wanted to kneel down to say hello. One serf said hesitantly: "Master Anglang, we have all paid the fixed tax! We are all. Good people, there is still some food left at home, I can't finish it, I want to go into the city to sell it and buy something back."

"That's it, go now." Anglang didn't care, he nodded: "What are you selling?"

"Mainly barley flour, wheat flour, buckwheat, millet, and many vegetables, such as carrots, broccoli, cabbage, beets, onions, and garlic." The serfs were a little nervous, so they had to open the goods and show them to Anglang.

"I remember carrots and broccoli were sold in the city, I wish you a good price!" Anglang turned away.

The group of serfs continued on the road.

The road to the town gradually became crowded. Many carriages and trolleys entering the city were crowded together, and the speed of their advance became slow. The serfs crowded together, waiting to enter the city.

"Now there are a lot of people in the town! Many unknown faces, Southerners, Imperials, it is said that the Yankees have also come recently?"

"Oh, many people go in and sell food!"

"Hurry up, hurry up! Maybe you won't be able to sell it at a good price if you're late."

"Bono, where is the kid named Raymond you know?"

"He is already waiting for us in the city!"

It took a long time to enter the city, and Raymond had already waited inside. This young boy has eaten very well since he served as a soldier for the earl. What the serfs admired was the hat on his head. It was a fashionable hat with helmet feathers, high on one side and low on the other, with a badge printed on it.

That's the soldier's proof!

"Uncle Bono, have you come into the city? So many things?" Raymond was resting today, and he hurried up to greet him. Although the streets of the town were already very spacious, several carts still occupied a large area, serfs. We hurried here, panting and very exhausted, but when thinking of selling grain to make money, these serfs ran fast and motivated one by one.

This is all my own! I have paid enough for the knight master, and the rest is my own!

"Raymond, where is the higher price for food?" Bono was already 30 years old, he took a few breaths, and looked at the young man in front of him with a watch full of hope.

"The prices of the Oliver Chamber of Commerce and the Hadrian Chamber of Commerce are good, and other chambers of commerce can make do with it. Recently I heard that the business route between the Empire and our Britania land trade has been broken. Without the grain imported by the Empire, the Principality of Pallaon, The Principality of Montfort, the Principality of Gisoleaux are all in a food shortage, and the merchants of the Imperial Midden are also importing food on a large scale. The food is still easy to sell, and..." Raymond deliberately sold it off before continuing. : "Now many free people in the city are not at ease eating brown bread."

"Oh oh oh!" The serfs did not understand what it meant when the land trade was broken. The grain shortages of those principalities were also far away. What they could hear was that food was good for sale and vegetables were good. ,This is enough!

Many serfs have smiles on their faces. Last year, the weather was smooth and there were no pests and diseases. Finally, there was a bumper harvest, and there would not be too many grains.

The sound of the wheel of the trolley was walking along the noisy street. A large and well-decorated shop appeared in front of the serfs. Everyone noticed that many serfs came in and out. They were all pushing in and pushing in and out. The empty car came out, and the staff in the store came and went, so it was so troublesome.

When he came to the counter, Bono was the first to go up. Before the serf asked, a director of the Oliver Chamber of Commerce sitting behind the counter said straightforwardly: "Here is the one who sells food, right?"

"Oh! How do you harvest the grain?" The serfs huddled together, and the sun-tanned skin was full of wrinkles.

"Wheat one catty 1 silver coin, barley one catty 60 copper coins, buckwheat one catty 50 copper coins, rye one catty 80 copper coins, rice one catty 2 gold krona, chickpeas 1 catty 2 gold krona, other grains and vegetables are on the wall See it for yourself." The director of the chamber of commerce has no sign on his face, and he then asked: "Sell it?"

Several serfs huddled together to calculate, the price of food should have risen, but the increase is not obvious, and the price of vegetables is good!

This deal can be done!

"Would you like to visit another house again?" a serf whispered.

"Other home? It is said that the price of the Oliver Chamber of Commerce is already pretty good? Where else to go?"

"For example, the Hadrian Chamber of Commerce?"

"The Hadrian Chamber of Commerce is a few blocks away! Where are you going? I won't go anyway!"

"Oh, what if the price of Hadrian's Chamber of Commerce is not as good as here? It's a loss, a loss!"

The serfs kept arguing in a low voice, flushing their faces.

The director of the Chamber of Commerce behind the counter watched the serfs arguing, feeling a little contemptuous, thinking that this was the thinking of the poor.

Coveting immediate benefits and eager to realize it, according to the consistent experience of the directors of the Chamber of Commerce, the serfs must be satisfied with the current prices of food and vegetables, so the result of the quarrel is...

"Do you sell? Don't stay here if you don't sell. If you don't sell, there are so many people who want to sell. Don't delay our business." The director of the Chamber of Commerce immediately added.

"Sell, sell ~ we sell!" The serfs nodded and bowed quickly when they had no opinion.

The grains from the cart were unloaded, and the staff in the store began to count and weigh the grains one by one. At the same time, they began to argue with the serfs over the quality of barley and wheat. The noise in the store was endless.

The things were not finished yet, and a few serfs came in pushing carts to ask for the price. Soon, they were also arguing about the good quality of their grains while talking about selling or selling.

The trolley emptied a little bit, but the serfs’ pockets became full, filled with copper and silver coins, and even Bono’s pocket appeared a golden krona. The serf proudly printed this with the founding of the country. The portrait of the king of Arthur and the date of birth and death, and the gold coin with the holy grail knight pattern on the other side was repeatedly played.

"Uncle Bono, put things away, beware of thieves." Raymond motioned to the serfs to put away the coins: "There have been thieves in the town recently. Your Excellency has stepped up patrols, so everyone should be careful."

"Hey, it should be." The serfs suddenly felt bitten by a poisonous snake in their arms, and hurriedly tightened the coins in their pockets.

Raymond took the serfs to the market for activities.

The market in Jin Town is now very prosperous, with people coming and going, and shops selling all kinds of things.

"Homemade cloth, canvas, linen, cashmere! They are sold at a low price. Buy one meter at a time and add an additional 10 centimeters!"

"Sell fine furs! There are any furs!"

"The price of various dyes has been reduced, folks come and see!"

"Safflower seed oil, sunflower seed oil, walnut oil!"

"Dwarf farm tools! Dwarf firearm! Dwarf cart! Dwarf products, it must be a boutique!"

"All kinds of furniture and pots and pans are on sale!"

Many hawking vendors had already targeted these serfs who had just sold food like hungry wolves smelling blood. The vendors knew that at this particular time, there must be shiny coins in the serfs' pockets.

In fact, the serfs also wanted to buy some things, such as the kind of candles made of animal fat. A serf bought several pieces in one go, such as cloth for clothes. Bono thought about how many people in the family wanted to buy. How much cloth was enough for my five children, and for example, farm tools and supplies made by dwarves began to enter the homes of serfs.

As for the high-end goods sold by the wood elves and the luxury goods that attacked from Tyrell, the empire, and even the high elves, the serfs were really shocked.

A kind of high elves food called chocolate, a box of twenty gold crowns! And the coffee imported from Tyrell costs more than sixty gold crowns per pound!

The serfs who inquired about the price almost fell their hearts out of fright. They didn't even dare to look back, or even to look at those things again, for fear that they would have to pay for it.

Raymond just laughed along the way and didn't say much.

After these serfs ran to a place they believed to be safe, they soon realized that there was still a lot of money in their pockets. The crowd gathered together and found a simple bar, ordered some roasts, and one person picked up a wine glass. , Began to drink.

An atmosphere of joy began to fill the bar, and the serfs who went into the city to sell food all had smiles on their faces.

"It's really good to be successful this year, there is still a lot left after I pay my taxes!"

"After the earl came, the year passed better than the other year!"

"I heard that your family doesn't eat brown bread anymore?"

"It's good to have a full stomach."

"I wish I could eat a few more times next year."

"It's strange to say that since our Earl came here, there has been no calamity here. The wild orcs in the forest seem to be gone."

"It’s not gone. My grandfather’s cousin’s cousin’s cousin’s niece’s husband’s brother is from the Sharon Forest Guard Camp. He said that there are still beasts in the forest, but we beat them back every time. ."

"Oh, that's how it is."

Everyone chatted up and down, and soon everyone turned their attention to an important topic. Bono thought about it, and he suddenly signaled everyone to calm down.

"Everyone, you say, like us, serfs who don’t get hungry, have grain, and occasionally eat... are they serfs?"

"Bono, what silly thing are you talking about! We are all serfs, we are serfs all our lives, we can live like this now, that is our Lord's pity, let me say, who opposes our earl, I am the first Blow his head!"

"Yes! Blast his dog head!!!"

There was a loud noise in the tavern, and all the serfs said loudly. Many serfs' eyes turned red when they looked at Bono. Some serfs immediately cursed: "Bono, you are raised by a bitch, you don’t want to rebel NS?"

"Fuck him! Beat him!" Some serfs roared loudly.

"No, no! I mean, I...I want to be a free citizen!" Facing the attack of several serfs, Bono quickly said his thoughts out loud.

The atmosphere in the pub changed slightly.

How can it be so easy to be a free citizen? The only way to be promoted to a freedman is to join the army, make military exploits, and be promoted by the earl to become a freedman.

"When will the war be possible?" A serf faintly expressed the desire in his heart, and his question was answered by everyone.

The serfs were very eager for war. They even craved war even more than the knights and nobles. This was the only way to change their destiny.

Want to be a free citizen! I want to change my destiny! Even...want to become a knight master!

At this time, there was a burst of noise and cheers outside.

"It's the Urgoll Circus here!"

"Get out and have a look!"

The serfs came to the entrance of the tavern. Sure enough, a grand circus was passing through the town. Some Ugol people dressed in the costumes of the northern kingdom of Kislov were performing acrobatics, swallowing fire, and juggling along the streets. There was a burst of cheers.

What made the serfs even more refreshing was the few big bears behind the circus, following the sound of the piano in the hands of the circus leader. These bears were standing on their feet and dancing to the music.

The most conspicuous is a golden retriever puppies. It is wearing a red coat, slaps the beat with both hands, shakes its head and shakes its head.

However, this changed the face of Ryan who was watching the performance from a distance. Ryan, who was sitting in the pavilion, immediately said to Katzenberg, who was standing behind him: "Let Captain Ivan go and change the clothes of the golden bear. NS!"

"Yes!"