Alien Knights

　　 At six o'clock in the evening, it was not the same as before. The church in Muxi Town was brightly lit, and the chapel was crowded. No one sat down, everyone stood looking at the huge cross carved from white birch in the center of the church, clasped their hands together and prayed silently.

Since learning about the peasant situation of the farmers in the afternoon, Todd immediately found their leader, Sassoon, an old farmer who escaped from the east and could not bear the excessive taxes and ordered him to immediately notify all the farmers in Muxi Town. , Each family selects one person and enters the church when the bell rings six times (in the medieval bell tower, the bell rings every three hours, for example, twice, at about six in the morning).

　　 From the side door of the chapel with the Bible in his hand, he walked onto the preaching stage, and Todd glanced at the audience.

　　 Originally, he thought that the life of a monastery was already an extremely difficult place in the Middle Ages, but when he saw these farmers with thin cheeks and sunken eye sockets, he knew that the depths of **** would never have a bottom.

　　 A patch of torn felt, a felt hat that looks like a torn sock, and trousers that are so messy that you can't see the original color. These are all the belongings of the farmers. These poor people with wet hair and water stains on their shoes obviously washed them before coming to the church, but the smell of mud and animal manure in the air still permeated the entire room, making Todd had to Use your mouth to ventilate to get rid of the odor in front of your nose.

　　 First of all, the usual daily praise. Todd opened the scriptures and said loudly: "Eternal Creator, you make the day and night work, the seasons change often, and you have more variety and less pain..."

　　 Everyone is devoted to the sutras.

　　 finished the ceremony and he counted. There were 33 registered farmers in Muxi Town, but only 32 people were present.

　　 "Why is there one less person?"

　　 Sassoon grabbed the felt hat in his hand, walked out respectfully, and replied: "A few days ago, a family went to the nearby woods to pick up firewood. They didn't have time to rush back before the sun went down, and were dragged away by the stray bandits."

What? !

　　 Todd opened his eyes in surprise.

He was surprised that there were bandits around Muxi Town, but what made him even more shocked was that no one showed the slightest sympathy and sadness on the face of this group of farmers who were neighbors all day long. Those who were afraid had it. Fortunately. There are some of them, but more people are indifferent and irrelevant.

　　 glanced at everyone again, and Todd understood why. Many of them have large heads, chicken breasts, hunched backs, bent legs, and enlarged abdomens, which are symptoms of long-term malnutrition. Just ask, if you can’t even provide for your own food and clothing, how can you have the energy to manage the life and death of others?

　　 sighed, he simply put down the Bible and chatted with the farmers about the daily routine.

　　 As the topic unfolded, Todd became more and more frightened.

　　 He had heard of the darkness, ignorance and backwardness of the Middle Ages in the past, but after he really understood it, he discovered that the real situation was far beyond his imagination.

　　 These farmers drink raw water every day and eat weeds to wrap their stomachs. The house is nothing more than a hut or shed made of logs and turf. There was dirt at the foot of the house, and the roof did not open the window, so he cut a hole to let the smoke out. The three generations of grandparents nestled in a small room, and sometimes they had to squeeze some animals in to eat and sleep together. People live in front of their relatives and friends, metabolize, and meet various physiological needs. In the end, they will survive and die without exceeding this square inch of space.

　　As for farm tools, don't think about ironware. They are simple wooden tools with rough workmanship, which are quickly worn out during farming. Plowing cattle is not practical for them. They don't know the correct way to control draught animals. They just tie the plow to the cow's neck with a thick leather rope. In the end, the leather rope may be tightened continuously during the cattle farming process, strangling the throat of the animal, cutting off the blood supply to the brain, causing it to be ischemic brain disabled or suffocated to death. Therefore, when these farmers need to plow the land, they prefer to use another kind of "livestock" in the family-women.

　　 Hearing this, Todd thought he had a problem with his ears. But yes, the farmers here think that it is reasonable and reasonable to use the wife or daughter in the family as cattle.

　　 Turn the topic to this spring harvest. 29 of the 32 farming households planted legume crops. Most of them are not adapted to the alkaline soil by the sea, which caused a reduction in production or even a production failure.

　　 Todd heard this a bit strange, and asked these farmers why they didn’t grow wheat, barley, rye, and oats. These four types have relatively low soil requirements and can wrap their stomachs.

　　The explanations of the farmers also left him speechless for a while.

　　Because beans and agricultural products are more valuable than the latter, they need money to repay their loans.

　　 After Todd got to know more, he understood the reason.

　　 Unlike the free people who own land and farming tools, these farmers in front of them have no fixed land. In the past, they could only rely on the farmer or the nobleman to survive by renting land, farming tools, and seedlings. But a few months ago, in order to attract immigrants, Muxi Town, which was born out of the sky, announced that the conditions for providing free land were too good, so that these farmers took the risk, separated from the original landowners, and joined Muxi Town and became free people. .

　　 But the problem continues. Although Muxi Town provides land, there are no farming tools and seedlings to borrow~www.novelmt.com~ These farmers have no choice but to borrow money from merchants to purchase. In Todd's view, this kind of annualized interest of 33% (33% of the annual interest of the principal) provided by the merchants is simply utterly conscience, but the expressions of the farmers seem to be very ordinary.

　　 Finally, because I didn’t understand the acid-base principle of the soil, all these high-priced seeds rotted in the soil.

　　 asked around, and Todd sighed back to the preaching stage. Since the establishment of Muxi Town, all affairs have been handed over to the residents of the town to take care of themselves, but he has buried himself in the laboratory fiddling with flasks and reagents. He believes that everything outdoors is beautiful, and people have the ability to take care of themselves. But he forgot one important thing. This is not a past life in the 21st century. This is a knowledge-poor Middle Age. People can’t search on the Internet and rarely have the opportunity to learn. It’s just a little bit passed down by the ancestors. Experience, living in this dark world.

　　 Then, what should I do from now on?

If you take care of yourself, the mystery of "Sutherland Relics" has been solved, and you no longer have to worry about your life, you can use the knowledge of previous lives to find a place to be happy and happy; but if the world helps the world... this heavy burden is like a mountain. Can you carry it by yourself?

　　 There was a dead silence in the church, and the priest seemed to be in meditation, without movement and sound. The farmers looked at each other, anxious.

Snapped!

　　 Todd suddenly slapped everyone on the preaching stage, shocking everyone. He stood up and said to Sassoon: "There is one thing I need you to do immediately! Find a literate person, just say it is my request, and list the loan amount of all the farmers' homes!"

　　 Hearing the priest's words, the woman hiding behind the doorpost, smiled and left the church.