Chapter 851: The ‘Rangers’ Loved by the People

".Master of the Holy Hall. We are all cultivating carefully this year. Generally, men have 15 mu, women have 10 mu, and a family of five, two adults, two big children, and one small child, add up to almost 50 mu of land."

After chatting for a few words, the squire noticed that there were servants beside the big guy, and some of the servants were women dressed as men! He suddenly realized that this was a noble lord from the Southern Wilderness. Therefore, he lost interest in chatting and went to the board with his companions, as if he would no longer serve.

The Sun King did not notice, but several servants around him noticed the attitude of the squire. They looked at each other in surprise. His group followed the boss to travel around the country and met too many people. People from various countries generally have two reactions after seeing the nobles of the Southern Wilderness.

One is to piss their pants and shout.

The other is to be flattering and vying to please.

But this little squire not only looked not afraid at all, but also turned his face away!

The servants were wondering, and the Sun King was also wondering. He stroked his big braided beard, looked at the sign not far away, and frowned: "Fifty acres?"

The Sun King knew the national conditions of Elda too well.

Generally speaking, among the fifty acres of land, thirty acres are for voluntary labor for the lord, and basically all of them have to be handed over. The remaining twenty acres, if not rented land, must pay taxes and hand it over to the lord.

If it is rented land, it is even worse, because these tenants who rent land generally borrow usury from the landlord.

In addition, they will be sucked blood by various masters for various reasons. Wait for the farmers to hand over the debts of last year, the year before last, and the year before last, and then pay the taxes of the year after next and the year after next. After peeling off the layers, if there are three or five acres of grain left from the twenty acres of land, it is considered a blessing.

In previous years, the average yield of Elda was 1-2 bushels. That is 50-100 jin of grain. Five mu of land only has 300-500 jin, which is enough for five people to eat for a year. How can this be enough? These 300-500 jin can feed an adult for a year, which is just enough to fill their stomachs.

So of course they have to borrow grain, and they have to mix it with sawdust, sand, and wild vegetables.

Not only that, everyone has to find a way to work for the lord earlier, so as to supplement their family income and make their family barely have enough food.

So, the greatest wish of the common people in Elda is to have enough food in their lifetime.

Of course, they don’t have money to buy shoes and clothes.

The output in September this year was 6-8 bushels, which increased several times - but even if the output was 8 bushels, it would only be 40 bushels.

If all these 40 bushels of grain were used as food, it would still be enough. But firewood, rice, oil, and salt all cost money. If they wanted some clothes and shoes, or were forced by the lord to raise a horse, the whole family would have to work hard to make ends meet.

This is not counting the seeds. If the seeds are counted, there would be basically nothing left if these 40 bushels of grain were thrown into the 50-acre field.

Therefore, no matter how these farmers counted, they had to borrow high-interest loans from the gentry to make a living.

So, what are the farmers of Elda on this street so happy about?

A loud noise behind them caught the attention of the Sun King. He and his servants looked back and found that it was a family.

This family drove two large carriages full of grain. It seemed that they were going to leave the city. After they met a group of mercenaries, they had a "dispute".

The Sun King couldn't help but gloat over the misfortune. It seemed that the mercenaries were going to rob the old farmers. This was going to be exciting - these mercenaries were all George's people!

He looked at George with a beaming smile, and then Master Smoak walked over with his servants, intending to see how these shelter mercenaries that George always boasted about usually did evil.

".Oh! Comrade, please accept it! My son just followed the "Rangers" to the Swan Lake this year. Seeing you is like seeing my son - Little John, quickly bring the "Xiujin Osmanthus Cake" your mother just bought - you are also going to the front line, right? Eat on the way, eat on the way!"

The old farmer took the basket beside him and stuffed the pile of things in his arms into the other person's side.

This scene made the "mercenaries" very embarrassed. The captain saw that the team in front had already left, and hurriedly postponed: "Fellow villager, you keep these things for yourself, we have discipline."

The Sun King standing next to the carriage looked at the scene in front of him, with a confused face. Not only did the old farmer and the "mercenaries" say many words that he had never heard of, but their behavior simply refreshed the Sun King's three views.

Is this an act? And the common people put things into the hands of the soldiers? What are these soldiers in the eyes of the people? They are bandits and robbers! They do all kinds of evil. When supporting the battlefield, they often burn, kill and loot in the cities they pass by in the name of supplies.

This makes the people of the northern country hate their own soldiers more than they hate the robbers in the southern wilderness.

The military discipline in the shelter may be strict, and no one will do such a thing. But it is not so bad that people send things to others and are treated as their own sons and brothers by the people, right?

And people rush to give things, but you don't accept them? Isn't this nonsense?

After being stubborn for a long time, the Sun King found that the team leader finally accepted the things and ran away.

At this moment, the Sun King felt like he had eaten a bowl of ice dragon in the hot summer, and finally felt refreshed.

But then, a soldier from the team ran back and threw a few silver foxes wrapped in handkerchiefs onto the carriage in the stunned eyes of the Sun King.

"Oh my! Why did you give me money!" The old farmer who had just got on the car stomped his feet fiercely: "I gave you so much."

In the end, he carefully collected the money and asked his son to keep it well, and told his son to collect it well and donate it to the "Farmer's Association" to use it as seed money for the people in the community. Or to buy some new tools for everyone.

After giving the order, the old farmer turned around and looked at the Sun King and his servants and concubines standing next to the carriage. He smiled and said, "I'm sorry to make you laugh - are you from the Dawn Cathedral? Or are you a Sun Knight from Harinska? Are you going to the front line too?"

When the old farmer said this, his face was wrinkled with smile, as if he was not looking at a southern wilderness person, but a hero who protected them.

But the Sun King was a little upset when he heard it - how many people from Harinska joined the mercenary team of the shelter? And those who have already gone to the shelter? That bastard Avali

"No, I came from further south." The Sun King said with his chest puffed out. The servants and princesses around him also stood up straight and raised their heads proudly - we are from the Sun City!

When the old farmer heard this, he was slightly stunned. Then he looked at the nobles in front of him, picked up the whip, and prepared to leave: "Oh~ It turns out that you are from the River of Stars, go~."