When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 605 Autumn Harvest Mutual Aid Team
Time always passed so quickly during the harvest season. A week was like Henderson's prostate, running non-stop.

For Lalor, time accelerated to the extreme during this week.

Under the sky divided equally by the setting sun and the stars, the wheat field next door is still golden.

The farmers who had once snatched his wheat were still bending over in sweat, waving their sickles.

But at this moment he was standing in front of the wheat stubble, holding a sickle, staring blankly, while Ansel and Bryson behind him were tying the last bundle of oats.

Bryson brushed the ashes and grass clippings off his hands and stood beside Lalor with Ansel.

At this moment, Bryson looked at the empty wheat field in front of him. Although he was tired, he felt indescribably satisfied in his heart.

The 18 acres of land had been harvested at this moment, and during this period he had visited the lord's private plot several times.

At this time, there were still three weeks to September. In the past, he would still be running around between the lord's fields and his own fields.

For the first time, Lalor took the initiative to find Ansel and even held his hand: "What do you want me to do? Just tell me, as long as I can do it."

Lalor was ready to accept the monk's teachings on the Holy Word and perpetual rights.

But Ansel's answer was beyond his expectation: "We have saved you two and a half weeks. Minus the next week of work you will do for the lord, we will give you another half week to rest.

It will take seven days in total. If you have time, come and work with me."

So, during the following period of time, there was one more person helping Ansel and Bryson with the harvest in the fields.

Two days later, after they helped the second poorest farmer finish the harvest, there were only two people following Ansel and Bryson.

Whenever they arrived at a field, they worked in groups of five, with four people harvesting and one person bundling. They could harvest 10 to 12 acres of land every day.

Combined with the fields that the farmers had already harvested themselves, they could basically help a family that was short of labor to harvest all the wheat fields in two days, and then use favors to encourage them to continue.

By mid-August, there were eight people following Ansel and Bryson, and they could form two five-person teams to help with the harvest, and they could basically harvest 8 acres a day.

In the following week, the number of people behind Ansel and Bryson increased at a rate of one or two per day.

Ansel then divided the men into groups of five, formed them into harvesting teams, and asked them to elect their own team leaders.

Logically, some members of these harvesting teams agreed to work for a week and some agreed to work for three days, but in the end, almost no one left.

Because they found that harvesting as a family unit was far less efficient than this small team.

Take harvesting as an example. If two families each have 10 mu of land, and two or three laborers from each family work hard to harvest for a day, they can only harvest 2-3 mu, and it will take four or five days to complete the harvest.

If we follow Ansel's method of four people harvesting and one person bundling, we can finish the harvest at your house in one day and at my house in one day, so it will be done in two days.

The extra two or three days could be used to collect more hay or repair the house.

Not only the harvesting, but also the threshing, even the collecting and chopping of firewood, or the mending of fences, are all better than the work of two or three laborers in each family.

Many people even slapped their foreheads and regretted: "We know how to cooperate when hunting wolves and foxes, but why don't we know how to do farm work?"

Although the promised working hours have passed, they will still stay in the team and enjoy the benefits it brings.

Of course, when there are too many people, there will be trouble.

During the period of expansion, Ansel and Bryson dealt with several such disputes where someone procrastinated or was lazy and was discovered by others.

But what kind of society is the mountain people?

If someone is discovered, not to mention the social destruction he will suffer, the mountain people's violent temper will really pin the lazy person to the ground and kick him. Even if he is kicked to death, no one will speak for him.

As for what Ansel had to do, it was to appease the angry mountain people and then make a reasonable judgment, which would be executed if unanimously passed.

Unfortunately, Ansel and Bryson arrived a little late. They only came in August and missed the soil loosening process in mid-July. Also, not all farmers needed help.

In the end, there were only 22 members in this "mutual aid group", accounting for about 30% of the number of farmers on the manor, and they were also the poorest households.

At this point, Bryson had to admit sincerely: "Where did you learn this trick? The previous country priest couldn't even leave the church."

Ansel had just gone to clear irrigation ditches with other farmers during the slack season. He was now covered in mud, his face stained with dirt, and he looked like a resurrected Cossack.

Hearing Bryson's words, Ansel turned around and walked backwards towards Bryson. He grinned and showed his big white teeth in the black mud. "This is the experience summarized by the priests' congregation in Langsander County in promoting the Hundred Household District. I just adapted it a little bit."

"Let's call everyone up tonight and decide on this harvesting team. Will that complete your first step?"

Ansel shook his head: "Still at the first step..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bryson frowned. It wasn't because Ansel had any problem, but because a man who followed Henderson was walking towards him. Bryson had a bad feeling in his heart.

Ansel, with his eyes bright and his back to the road, was about to explain when another foot suddenly stepped under his feet.

Caught off guard, Ansel staggered and fell to the side before he could even scream.

There was a thorn bush wrapped around the fence.

"Ah!" Bryson was horrified and immediately reached out to pull him, but it was too late. Ansel fell on his back in the thorny bush.

The thorns instantly pierced his skin and clothes. Although Ansel adjusted his posture, a palm-length wound still appeared on Ansel's cheek and arm.

The bright red blood dripped onto the ground, and the idle man's fake smile sounded: "Oh, sorry, isn't this Brother Ansel? I didn't recognize him."

"Bullshit." Bryson helped Ansel sit up. For the first time, anger rose in his eyes. His fingers were shaking as he pointed at the idler. "Didn't you see that Brother Ansel hasn't seen me yet?"

“How can you say that?” The idle man’s expression was sincere, even with a hint of grievance, “I didn’t see clearly, I bumped into him accidentally. With the way he was dressed, I thought he was a beggar—”

"Aminoas! (*Mountain County swear word, derived from beastman)"

“Ugh—”

The idler didn't have time to finish his words before his waist suddenly thrust forward, and Bryson even heard the crisp sound of bones dislocating.

Amidst the flying dust, there was a scream like a pig being slaughtered, and the idle man suddenly fell forward to the ground, kneeling in front of Ansel.

“Ah——” He turned sideways and covered his lower back. The flesh on his face was all pulled together, and he was crawling on the ground like a big maggot. “Who, who dares to attack me?”

Others may not have seen it clearly, but Bryson saw it clearly.

After Ansel fell, Lalor, who was not far away, started running from five or six meters away with zero frame, and kicked the idler directly on the butt with a flying kick.

With a flying kick, the waistcoat on the idle man was torn apart.

The idler struggled on the ground and tried to get up, but as soon as he raised his head with his hands, several thick, hairy calves filled his sight.

Before he could even see clearly, the farmers stepped on his fingers one after another.

Before his scream even ended, he was hit on the cheek and nose by a knee. Bright red blood flowed down his nose and the farmers' sarcastic voices came to his ears.

"Ouch, who's there? I almost tripped."

"I don't know. I saw a black thing lying there, and I thought it was a dog."

"Some stray dogs on the roadside run around without knowing who their owners are."

After being kicked and knocked unconscious, the idle man finally climbed up, holding his lower back, the flesh on his face twitching in pain.

But he still insisted: "Who kicked me? Who? Who kicked me? Stand out, let's fight!"

The peasant women stopped driving their chickens and ducks, and the farmers stopped carrying straw, and the area suddenly became quiet.

After asking several questions, none of the farmers answered, and Lalor had already been hidden behind everyone.

The idler was still looking around with a vicious look, but all he saw were pairs of eyes that were either cold or mocking.

For some reason, a strange feeling of fear enveloped his heart. He looked around for a while and continued to say stubbornly, "Don't let me catch you. I already know who it is! I'm in a good mood today, so I won't bother with you."

As he spoke, he gritted his teeth in pain and limped along the path to leave the area.

After he left, the rest of the villagers immediately cast concerned glances at Bryson and Ansel, and several nearby farmers hurried over to help them.

Turning his head to look at the other villagers who surrounded Ansel and asked him questions, and sideways to look at the idle man who left in embarrassment, Bryson had to admit that this situation really made Ansel open up.

Maybe there is hope? Although there are only more than 20 households, we finally have our own people.

Approaching Ansel, Bryson lowered his head and spoke in a low voice: "Is this the second step?"

"It's still early." Ansel shook his head and raised a finger.

"Still the first step?" Bryson scratched his head. "When will your second step be?"

"We have to wait until something important is delivered." Although his face was covered in mud and blood, Ansel's eyes were unusually bright as he looked outside the manor.

(End of this chapter)