When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 608: All in is a kind of wisdom, lend me another spinning wheel!

"Duh!"

In the cold night, there were continuous and dull knocks on the door, and the girl who was fiddling with the spinning wheel in the house raised her head.

The spinning wheel that was originally rotating stopped suddenly, and a thin and tough wool thread hung on the spinning wheel.

Putting down the wooden Sickle Brotherhood badge, Lalor sat up with a somersault and looked towards the door suspiciously.

Who is knocking at the door so late at night? Is there something wrong with the family of a member of the Scythe Brotherhood?
The Scythe Brotherhood is the mutual aid organization established by Ansel tonight.

Since they were an organization established for the harvest, the Scythe Brotherhood was recognized by the majority after voting.

"Papa?"

Lalor, however, gently touched his daughter's head in a soothing manner and said, "Stay in the room and continue spinning. Don't come out."

The thin girl nodded: "Yeah."

Putting on a cloak and opening the door, Lalor walked into the courtyard. As soon as he opened the wooden door, he smelled a strong odor of alcohol.

Lalor's eyes were dazed for a moment, but he returned to reality: "Cousin Laffer?"

The person who came in was not a member of the Scythe Brotherhood, but Lalor's neighbor and cousin, Old Lafer, who also had a son, Little Lafer.

Everyone in the empire had the same name, and the same name was passed down over and over again. Even the king was like this, and it could be passed down for nine or even more than ten generations.

Old Laffer's nose was red, and he laughed: "Today I went to Henderson's house to select the wolf hunting team, why didn't you come?

Henderson was very generous today and treated each of us to two glasses of beer and gin. "

"I went to the church. After all, my archery skills are too poor, so I don't have much chance." Lalor smiled bitterly and pulled his cousin to sit in the yard. "Were you selected?"

"Of course, not only me, but also my son, young Laffer, who just became an adult this year, was selected." Old Laffer patted his chest proudly.

"Don't worry, when you and your son are not around, your sister-in-law can come to me if she has any problems." Just like in the past, Lalor congratulated with a smile.

After all, these mountain people have somewhat rough personalities. What if someone gets drunk and harasses old Laffer's wife when he's not around?
Or maybe a hungry wolf in the fall would run into the village under the cover of darkness and carry away old Laffer's newborn baby.

Old Lafer naturally smiled and gave Lalor a hug: "When I come back, come to my house for a drink."

As if he had thought of something, Lalor asked tentatively: "Have you heard about the wool processing that Brother Ansel mentioned?"

"Nonsense!" Old Laffer burped as he sat down on a stool. He was in the middle of a conversation. "Oh, someone gives you wool, you spin it into thread, and then he pays you to buy it. Is that a good thing?"

"But I have already received the wool, and Lasha is already spinning it."

Old Laffer was stunned for two or three seconds before he opened his eyes wide. He walked up and grabbed Lalor by the back of his neck: "Are you serious? I thought you came back after getting the free wool?"

Lalor was a little flustered at first, but then he said firmly: "I believe Brother Ansel."

"The Scythe Brotherhood, have you joined?"

"Yes."

"Have you signed and put your fingerprints on it?"

"Yes."

"Did you take the wool you were given home?"

"Three pounds of wool."

"Have you been possessed by the devil? You've only known Ansel for a few days?" Old Laffer advised earnestly.

Lalor still shook his head: "Brother Ansel is a good man."

Although old Lavout might not believe it, Lalor still believed that this monk was different from the previous priests.

Although he was a high-ranking monk, he never raised his eyes to the top of his head when he spoke.

Rather than using the condescending term "believers", he prefers to use the term "fellow believers".

Moreover, this time the raw materials were provided by Ansel, and Ansel also helped with the purchase and sale, and at most he only had to work for a few days.

Moreover, Lalor had a kind of certainty in his heart that maybe this time it would work. Besides, he was already at the bottom of the valley, so no matter how he went, he would be heading upwards.

He took the gamble and went all in.

At worst, he could marry his daughter to little Laffer and go down the mountain with a bow to become a mercenary.

As Lalor's cousin, old Laffer is still trying to persuade him. He can't let his cousin fall into the abyss.

He saw clearly that the Scythe Brotherhood was a hundred-household district, and the so-called registration for membership was a population survey.

The knights had no control over things, so matters on the manor were handled by the armed farmers and the public farmers themselves.

Once the perpetual lease right is implemented, wouldn't that be like finding an owner for your own head?

The most terrible thing is that the perpetual lease right has not been implemented yet, but people have already completed the population survey.

Head Henderson has said that once your name is registered, the church will only collect poll tax from you from now on, which is not worth it.

I just don't know what kind of magic potion that monk has drugged my cousin to make him protect him so much.

"What's good about that?" Old Laffer was sobered up from his drunkenness. "You can tell at a glance that Ansel is a well-educated man. The more books he reads, the more vicious his heart becomes."

Lalor, who was scolded by old Laffer, was helpless: "Cousin, listen to me..."

"No, listen to me first." Old Laffer grabbed his sleeve, "Do you think you can get the money just by handing over the wool? Don't those smart people have enough ways to suck our blood?

When you hand over the line, he will pick out something bad here and something bad there, and in the end it won’t cover the cost.”

“There is no cost…”

"There's always money to eat, right? Why don't you go to the wasteland and collect more firewood, or fix up your house?" Old Laffer looked him up and down with disdain.

"We in the Scythe Brotherhood will help each other repair it." Lalor explained quickly.

"That's not the point. You've confused me." Old Laver patted his head, which was confused by alcohol. "A smart person doesn't do a business that loses money. You joined this brotherhood for this little money, which is not a small amount of money. You joined this brotherhood for the opportunity to make a small amount of money.

Then I will definitely use the poll tax to double the money I have collected from you..."

This time, Lalor interrupted Old Laffer directly: "Cousin, don't say anything, I have thought it through."

"What have you thought about? Alas, you..." Looking at Lalor's resolute eyes, Old Laffer couldn't help but shook his head, "Good words can't persuade a ghost who wants to die."

If he wasn't going to hunt wolves tomorrow, he would have had a long talk with his cousin all night and removed his name from the Scythe Brotherhood before the dust settled.

"Well, just wait, your sister-in-law will come and talk to you tomorrow." Old Laffer sighed and turned to leave.

But Lalor called him.

"What's wrong?" Old Laffer turned around and asked with a red nose and burping.

Lalor took out a jar from the cupboard and scooped out half a piece of salt.

He filled a palm-sized sack and handed it to old Laffer: "Since your family doesn't do this job anymore, the spinning wheel will be empty. Otherwise, please lend it to me for a few days."

Old Laffer blinked and said, "You are the only daughter who can spin, what do you need a spinning wheel for?"

Lalor lowered her head in embarrassment: "Their mother died too early. I learned a little in order to weave clothes for them."

Old Laffer looked Lalor up and down with a strange look on his face. In the world of mountain people, men weaving was something only sissies and cowards did.

I didn’t expect that his cousin also studied textile?
But he didn't care about that now and just continued to persuade.

"Take the salt back. It's worth at least a quarter of a dinar, if not half a dinar."

"My cousin, I helped him push the cart, and he gave me this salt as a reward. I don't feel bad about giving it back." Lalor said stubbornly, "Just lend it to me for ten days."

Lalor forced the bag of salt into old Laffer's hands.

Old Laffer sighed and wanted to say something, but then he closed his mouth. He weighed the salt in his hand and said, "Okay, okay, I'll ask my son to bring the spinning wheel over later.

Just wait, we will talk about this when I come back from wolf hunting in three days. Then you will know how wise my words are. "

(End of this chapter)