I built a manor in the Middle Ages

Chapter 107 Valley Windmill (55)

The sound of the flail hitting the wheat ears became the accompaniment music of May.

The small manor village was shrouded in mist from the mountains and forests. Amy woke up from her hut early in the morning, stretched her arms and stretched, and the creaking sound of wood continued to ring out.

She put on straw sandals, the soles of which were very thin, but the thick calluses on the soles of her feet had long since adapted to the hard ground, so she had no problem moving around barefoot.

Amy got out of bed and walked to the door, opened the wooden door to let the morning air into the room, then turned around and folded the bedding on the bed.

The wooden squeaking sound just now came from the bed. To be honest, this was Amy's first time sleeping on a so-called bed. She had always slept on a straw bed for the previous 19 years. In her impression, only noble lords could sleep on a bed.

However, Lord Luke did not think so. In addition to asking Mr. Ryan to make beds for everyone, he also provided a wooden box, a hinge, and a small wooden barrel as their furniture.

Thinking of Lord Luke, Amy's eyes became solemn. She stood up straight, solemnly made the sign of the cross on her chest, and prayed sincerely to God to bless this kind lord.

This is what Amy has done every morning for the past six months.

Amy is not a native of Ward Village, or rather, there are no native people in Ward Village itself.

They are a village gathered by disaster victims from all directions. When Amy was five years old, her parents took her to build Ward Village.

It can be said that although he is not an indigenous person, he is the founder of Ward Village.

Of course, in order to seek asylum, the village finally took the initiative to ask to be under the jurisdiction of Cooper Castle. The baron at that time, Baron Berry's father, was of course willing to accommodate more territory and immediately sent a knight to govern it.

As a result, the knight could not stand the hardship here, and took the initiative to ask to go to war with the Baron in exchange for a higher status and better fiefdom, and finally died on the battlefield.

From then on, until Amy grew up, she met the second lord three years ago.

Needless to say, the ending of the second lord
Although she only experienced two knights, both left a deep impression on Amy's heart.

When I was young, I often heard my parents sighing and groaning, and quietly expressing their dissatisfaction with the first lord in the small shack. He was even more greedy than any noble I had seen before.

Young Amy didn't quite understand what her parents said, but she remembered that during that period, the food rations were visibly decreasing, and she and her brother often cried bitterly because of hunger.

As for the second one, Amy sneered.

The second lord also prayed to God, but she prayed that he would go to hell quickly!
Pack up the thatched quilt.

This quilt was woven last year when they lived in the shack. She and everyone else in Ward Village had one. Although it was summer then, they still covered themselves with it.

Few people know that the severe cold in winter can freeze people to death, but the same can happen in summer - because of the humidity.

If you live in a damp and dark house without bedding, you will freeze to death little by little even if the sun is scorching outside.

She scooped river water from the wooden barrel to wash her face. Lord Luke was far more brave and kind than any other lord she had ever met before. But there was one thing she couldn't understand: why did he make them wash their faces every day?
After pouring out the dirty water, Amy picked up the flail and walked out of the house, just in time to meet Jill.

"Good day, Amy!"

When Jill saw her, he immediately raised his arm and greeted her warmly.

"Good day, Jill." Amy smiled and nodded.

"My fighting skills have improved a lot recently. My master rewarded me with a piece of dried meat. Amy, come to my house for dinner tonight."

Gil's one eye turned into a crescent moon because of Amy's appearance, and he mentioned Luc's reward to him with some pride.

Air-dried meat?
Amy swallowed, hesitated, and prepared to refuse.

But before he could speak, Jill took it upon herself to say, "If you don't say anything, then it's settled!"

After saying that, he turned around and went to build a wooden fort.

Amy opened and closed her mouth for a long time, but no sound came out.

Before the disaster in Ward Village, Jill was just an ordinary farmer, and sometimes even timid.

But since her family was destroyed, Jill has become a different person. In front of Hans and George, she is even more ferocious than Ryan. Only when facing the people of Ward Village can one vaguely see the shadow of her former self.

Among them, Amy was the most concerned.
She knew what Jill meant.

But she didn't object.

Facing the rising sun, Amy and the other farm women continued to thresh the grains under the leadership of Robert and his wife. The seven of them were divided into two groups, threshing alternately.

Sweat gradually dripped from his forehead. While wiping it, he saw Mr. Ryan come out of the house and go to the cellar to get some peas. Lord Luc always had the habit of eating breakfast.

Sure enough, after a while, wisps of smoke rose from the wooden house, and bursts of fragrance drifted into Amy's nose with the mountain breeze.

Amy couldn't help but think of the dried meat she was going to eat for lunch, and her saliva started to flow.

Amy didn't want to eat breakfast because her parents had told her since she was a child that fasting is to restrain desires and is God's training for us. So even though the two greedy lords in the past had plundered a lot of food, they didn't have the habit of eating breakfast.

But Amy felt that there was nothing wrong with Lord Luc eating it.

Why don't I dislike Jill?
It was because of that night that Jill risked his life to rescue and personally stopped the bandit leader who was humiliating him.

The army that killed all the bandits was led by Luc.

Unless one is a heartless devil, no one will fail to appreciate the warrior who avenges his loved ones.

But this is not the end. As the warrior entered the valley, she discovered that there was such a fertile land in the valley.
Later, with the bear hunting, pig slaughtering, banqueting, fair punishment of Hans, provision of large amounts of food, and now the bumper rye harvest, Amy witnessed Luc's wisdom and kindness with her own eyes.

Village chief Old Eke was right. Only those who are blessed by God can have so many qualities and miracles gathered in one person.

Ignore Hans as he carries the horse manure from the stable; it will be sent to a dirt pit for burial.

It is said that this is the method that Lord Luke was inspired by a highly respected monk to use to drive out demons. As long as these methods are used to drive out the demons, there will naturally be a good harvest.

"Amy, go put the threshed wheat into the sacks."

Mary's voice interrupted Amy's thoughts. She agreed, quickly pulled the bag over, and used a wooden shovel to collect all the wheat grains mixed with bran into the sack.

There weren't many sacks, but Old Eike said it seemed the adults were planning to grow flax in the future.

After loading the wheat grains, he picked up the flail and continued beating it. At this time, Luc was walking slowly from a distance.

"Good day, sir!"

"Good day, sir!"

The cascading greetings instantly echoed throughout the entire open space. Luc responded one by one, then walked straight to the other side and started fiddling with a pile of wood.

Amy had no idea what Luc was doing, but that didn't stop her from being curious.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Luc grinding a semicircular piece of wood with a plane.

The front half of the semicircle is a straight stick, and in the center of the semicircle, there is a small concave circle.

Lord Luke has been polishing it for the past two days, and there is already a completed product at his feet.

After a while, as Amy watched, Luc put the two semicircles together, placed them on the previous valley windmill base, took out the fan and placed it inside, and then built an outer shell for the round valley windmill body.

Piece after piece of wood was nailed to the cylinder, and the wooden nails prepared in advance were pushed in one by one, and then the excess parts were cut off with a saw.

Then, Luke spent half an hour using the mortise and tenon structure to piece together the valley scoop that he had made three days ago into an inverted rectangle, and placed it on the wooden frame that was once slightly higher. The entrance to the valley was officially completed.

Finally, the same eight wooden boards were combined to form two exits, installed at the front and side of the valley windmill respectively. A triangular hinge was carved out with an axe and buckled above the side exit. The entrance to the valley was covered with wooden boards, one of which was connected to the triangular hinge. As the triangular hinge slid, the gap between the wooden boards at the bottom of the valley entrance grew from small to large.

After a simple lunch at noon, the harvest process that lasted more than a week was finally completed.

Luc motioned Amy to come over and asked her and Mary to pick up a bag of wheat ears and pour them into the windmill. They shook the fan handle and it kept rotating with Luc's arm.

Under the surprised gaze of Amy and others, countless wheat bran were blown out from the front by the fan, and the wheat grains rolled into the wooden barrel through the side outlet, and the crackling sound was extremely pleasant.

"Don't worry about how it's made. Do you understand how it works? Just crank the handle, and then you can sift out all the wheat grains!"

Luc clapped his hands, very satisfied with his masterpiece, gave the task, and turned to leave.

Mary took over and together with Amy and others, they sifted out six buckets of wheat grains in one afternoon.
In the evening, the sky is filled with sunset glow.

Amy, who had been busy all day but didn't feel tired at all, walked to Jill's house. The enthusiastic Jill stared at her with his one eye and kept handing meat to Amy. The two of them sat around a small piece of pottery and snuggled up to each other.

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(End of this chapter)