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    There was the sound of heavy footsteps in the distance, Abel raised his head from the ground, and glanced casually. It was Master Andre who walked quickly with a few servants.  Abel hurriedly lowered his head, looking at the ground obediently.  He is a freeman of Master Andre's family, which means he is not a serf, so Master Andre can't help but sell it casually.  But that's about it.  If Master Andre wanted to beat him, would he still dare to resist?  He could only ask with a flattering smile: "Master, does your noble hand hurt?" Abel rented and planted the field of Master Andre's family, and the whole family's rations depended on the harvest in the field.  How many times does he count.

    Oh, Abel is lying, how could his family rely on the harvest in the field for their rations, ninety percent of the wheat grown in the field must be handed over to Master Andre as rent, how could the Abel family rely on the remaining  10% of the wheat as rations?  The wheat belonging to his family had to be sold to merchants in exchange for some necessities of life, such as a rusty hoe or sickle. Without a hoe and a sickle, how could he afford the rent?  If Master Andre fails to receive the rent and cancels his family's lease, will his family starve to death or sell themselves into slavery?  Thinking of those serfs who went from sun up to moon up, Andrei trembled, no matter what, he couldn't be a serf.

    If the harvest is good, or if you are lucky enough to meet a conscientious businessman and buy a hoe and a sickle, and there is still wheat left, Abel will consider keeping it as precious food for his family.

    What?  Pulling the two-foot red-headed rope?  Grandma's!  Orientals are too extravagant!  It turns out that the precious food is exchanged for the useless red-headed rope!  If Abel did this, his wife and children would have the heart to kill him alive, and all the neighbors next door would look at him with the eyes of the most dandy.

    The remaining precious food is of course stored, and it will be used as the last ration when it is in short supply.

    Hey, all the wheat was either handed over to Master Andre, or replaced with hoes and sickles, or hidden underground in the corner of the house. What do the Abel family usually eat?

    Of course they are wild vegetables in the field.

    Every summer is the happiest time for Abel's family, because only in summer can they eat a whole bowl of green wild vegetables.

    The Abel family has planted the field for a year, and they can eat the wheat in their mouths. That is to say, when the snow is falling and there are no wild vegetables in the field, they should be careful to eat the wheat mixed with dried wild vegetables and weeds in their mouths.  Twenty grains of wheat.

    "You! What's your name?" Master Andre suddenly turned back and asked sharply.

    Abel was frightened, trembling all over, and hurriedly knelt on the ground, with his head pressed against the ground, and said in panic, "A Bell."

    "Abel, tell me, will I treat you well?" Master Andre said softly.

    Abel's bones were so weak that Monsieur Andrey spoke softly to him.  "Okay, of course!" Abel nodded vigorously, his voice full of excitement and gratitude.

    "What would you do if someone encouraged you to rob my property?" asked Master Andre.

    Abel said without hesitation: "God, honorable Master Andre, do you need to ask? Of course I will resolutely defend your property, Honorable Master Andre. Could it be that someone wants to rob you?"  Please tell me who that person is, and I will use my fist and hoe to let that kid know what it means not to bully a good person."

    Master Andre is very satisfied with this answer. With such a good citizen, why should he be afraid of mobs?  He turned around and hurried to a certain manor, where many well-dressed people had already gathered there.

    "Andre, are you okay?" Someone asked with concern.  Master Andre nodded: "Those damned thugs haven't come to my manor yet." Many people around were relieved. Andre's manor is at the easternmost point. As long as Andre's manor is safe, their manor  nothing will happen.

    "Andre, I have twenty soldiers. If you need support, remember to send me a message." A certain manor owner said, wondering if the twenty soldiers were too few and lacked a sense of security. They must be increased.  to fifty.

    "Oh, those Byzantines are crazy." Another manor owner sighed.  The Frankish Kingdom and Byzantium belonged to old neighbors who yelled at each other for a long time, "Whoever you look at, I will look at you", and both sides were very restrained.  After all, Byzantium's enemy was in Persia in the east, and it was a stupid idea to fight on two fronts, and the Frankish Kingdom was unwilling to provoke Byzantium, the military monster of Europa.

    But now there are some Byzantines holding up banners and wantonly attacking the Frankish Kingdom. They thought it was just some Byzantines who wanted to make trouble, so they didn't need to pay too much attention to it. Unexpectedly, they swept half of France in less than half a year.

    "Who is behind them and what are they trying to do?" Andre asked angrily., wanting to help us and let us have a good life.  The miner said excitedly. The rest of the miners nodded vigorously. The rich relatives should help the poor relatives.

    "The Easterners said that their goal is to liberate everyone in Europa, so that everyone can live a good life eating three meals of wild vegetable cakes a day!" The miner yelled loudly, his voice almost breaking through the sky.

    "What? Three meals of wild vegetable cakes a day!" The rest of the miners were dizzy. They never dreamed that they could eat three meals a day, and they were all wild vegetable cakes!

    "Great Orientals, come and rescue us!" The miners' eyes lit up.

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