When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 609: You really gave it to me!

He hung two wolf skins on his shoulders, the wolf fur stained red with grease and blood.

The cold rain fell on my shoulders, bringing with it a hint of eerie and cold air.

The rain flowed through the holes in the clothes and into the wounds scratched by thorns and wolf claws, causing a burning pain.

After running around in the woods for three days, both Laffer and his son looked haggard and miserable, but they had no intention of returning home quickly.

Instead, the two of them happily took a long detour to the main road in the manor, and asked anyone they caught, "How did you know we hunted two wolves?"

At this time in the past, they would have been met with envious and jealous looks, but today was a little different.

When they walked onto the narrow muddy road carrying the wolf skins, almost no one showed much surprise at the two wolf skins they were carrying.

And when they asked the question "How do you know that I am two wolves?", the person being asked just hurriedly said "Who asked you" and left.

"Dad, why does this feel wrong?" Laffer said, his head full of dust, grass leaves and doubts, "What are they rushing to do? Are they going to the market?"

"Market day is a long way off, and it's wolf hunting time. Why hold a market at this time?" Old Laffer scratched the dandruff that was falling like rain from his head.

He thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so he simply carried the wolf skin, grabbed his son's arm and walked towards the direction where the crowd was gathering.

Soon, as the villagers gathered, they realized that they were all heading towards the village church.

Old Laffer suddenly felt something was wrong. He told his son to put away the wolf skin, squeezed into the crowd and rushed to the front row.

When he saw the scene clearly, his face instantly turned from white to red, then to blue, and finally to a pale white.

Four or five members of the Scythe Brotherhood held flails to maintain order, and a long line formed in front of the church.

Each person in the line carried a large bag filled with woolen yarn wound on a wooden stick, each bundle weighing one pound.

Sitting inside the church, Ansel and Bryson each had a table, one was responsible for quality inspection and the other was responsible for distributing money.

Behind Ansel there are three honest people who are recognized by everyone to measure the count of the yarn.

Ansel used carpentry tools to make a batch of standard spinning frames in advance and wrapped them with spinning thread of exactly 18 thicknesses.

Because the density and feel of threads above and below 18 counts are of the same weight but very different.

This way you only need to compare and weigh them first, and do random inspections from time to time.

Compared to real quality inspection, this method is obviously quite crude, but there are no other conditions to do so.

After passing quality inspection, Ansel will check the box after their names and record the quantity.

And Bryson would take out dinars, coppers and the next batch of wool from the bag and hand them over.

Almost everyone who got the money laughed so hard that their eyes became invisible, while those who didn't join in had their eyes filled with envy and jealousy.

When the white and black dinars were handed into the hands of the villagers, old Lavro could hardly believe his eyes.

In particular, he saw a familiar figure among them, that is, Lalor, who took out six bundles of yarn from the sack.

When the three silver coins clinked together with a crisp collision sound, old Laffer's face turned pale.

Because he suddenly thought that if he didn't have the spinning wheel in his house, the three dinars would not be enough!

That half block of salt weighed less than a quarter of a pound, and its price was estimated to be less than half a dinar.

It was like he gave Lalor 1 dinar for free!
It would be disastrous if that fierce woman with savage blood in my family saw this.

He must not let her get the news, otherwise he would have to sleep in the small thatched house in the field tonight.

"Lafer Iron Water!"

Just as he was about to hide his face and walk away, Lavro suddenly heard a familiar roar from behind him, like a lioness. At this moment, Lavro realized that he was finished.

He turned slowly with a stiff neck, and saw a rough hand covered with calluses rushing towards him at a rapid speed.

"Oh!"

When the slap landed on old Laffer's face, the onlookers could see a circle of dust rising.

That was the dust that had accumulated on old Laffer's face over the past few days being blown away by the huge force due to inertia.

"I told you to borrow the spinning wheel! I told you not to go get the wool!"

Although it was just a bunch of punches, the guilty old Laffer could only dodge: "Their sickle brothers will give money, and we will use the head tax to get it back in the future."

"They charge 3 dinars for three days, and the poll tax is only 5 dinars a year. Which idiot told you that?"

Amid the laughter of the crowd, Old Laffer was beaten by his wife on the face and neck, leaving several bloody marks: "A wolf skin is much more expensive than their processing fee!"

"I am expensive, I am more expensive than your mother!" Old Lav's wife still grabbed Old Lav's face and neck, "You have a wolf skin, how many days can you earn 3 dinars?"

Wolf skin is indeed more expensive than wool. One pound of wool is only about 1.1 dinars, and even the processing fee for one pound of yarn is only 0.5 dinars.

A wolf skin can be sold for 4-6 dinars, which is 4 to 6 times the price of wool.

But the problem is that this wolf skin does not belong entirely to Laffer and his son, and they can only get 30% of the income.

The hunting rights in the forests belong to the lord. Many people want this 30% but don't have the means to do so.

After cleaning and processing the wolf skins, they handed them over to the village head to sell, and the share of two wolf skins was only 2 dinars.

It takes three days to hunt the wolf, and another three days to clean, process and dry it. The income for six days is only 3 dinars.

Spinning yarn, sitting comfortably at home, without risk of injury, without exposure to rain or sun, is also 3 dinars for six days.

Even if there are two spinning wheels and two people spinning the thread, the income can be doubled.

In comparison, the behavior of the Laffer father and son, "three dinars for six days with injuries," seems a bit clownish.

Laffer, who was standing by, saw that his labor results were not respected by his mother, so he helped his father and said, "Mom, hunting wolves is a man's income. Although it's tiring, the money is not small."

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman from the Lav family, who was tired of beating old Lav, jumped up and grabbed Lav's ear:

"Little newborn! This wool! It's always there! Can you still go wolf hunting in winter?"

The Laffer family treated the slap as a comma, and it fell on little Laffer like a storm.

"Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!"

After being slapped several times by his mother, little Laffer dared not speak anymore.

Laffer's wife was considered a fierce woman among the mountain people. She sat down on the ground and cried, "I don't care. Go and get the spinning wheel back, and then go to Brother Ansel to get the wool."

"Tsk." Old Laffer grabbed his wife's arm and squatted down amid the laughter of the crowd. "We agreed to borrow it for ten days, but it's only been three days and you've used up all the salt."

"If you don't bring back your spinning wheel, I won't even close the door when I go to sleep. I'll go to sleep with Lalor."

"Hey, hey, hey." Old Laffer had no choice but to forcibly pull his wife up, "I'll go to the headquarters later, okay, you get up first."

After finally helping his wife to stand up, old Laffer knew that after his wife's fuss, no one would gossip about him taking back the spinning wheel.

Touching the slap mark on his face and looking sideways at the bloodstain on his shoulder, he turned his head to look at the church with an extremely complicated expression.

(End of this chapter)