I built a manor in the Middle Ages

Chapter 108: Lance (15)

"You mean, Jill and Amy want to get married?"

Luc was eating the black bread made from the first batch of freshly ground flour, and looked up at old Eike with a little surprise.

With the grain windmill, the bran can be sifted very quickly, and flour can be ground into flour in no time.

Ryan had already learned how to operate the water mill. Under his leadership and supervision, four or five people were crammed into the small mill, carefully controlling the millstones and continuously grinding out flour.

Of course, only a small amount of wheat grains were ground, and most of them were stored in the granary. The moisture-proof fortifications before the granary came in handy at this moment. Wheat was continuously poured into the bottom of the inverted triangular valley, and the full wheat grains directly filled the deep pit into a flat ground.

Old Eike nodded in admiration, smiling broadly, "Yes, sir, I just heard about it too."

Jill and Amy are the youngest people still living in Ward Village. Their love represents their true emergence from the shadows, which makes Old Eike very happy.

Old Eike waited quietly for Luc's reply.

Although the two love each other, they need Luc's consent to be together. This is the current situation of all serfs.

According to universal manor law, the lord had the right to decide the marriage of serfs. If a serf wanted to marry someone from another territory, he or she would have to hand over a large amount of property to redeem herself and pay for the expenses of her descendants - because her children would be born as serfs in other manors.

Of course, there was no need for Luc to stand in the way. He thought for a moment and said, "Gil is a brave man, and I respect him very much. Amy is also a hardworking and kind woman. I agree with their marriage. How about this? While we are free now, we can hold the wedding in the next two days."

"Thank you, sir!" Old Eck bowed and greeted him. He knew that Luke would not refuse.

"But sir, Amy wants to get married after you do. He said that he can't get married before you, otherwise it would be disrespectful."

Luc raised his eyebrows. This Amy really respected him.

"That's good. Du Si should be here soon."

During the busy farming season, time always flies quickly, and May comes in the blink of an eye.

There is only one month left until Du Si's scheduled arrival at the end of June.

Waving Old Eike off, Luc walked out of the house. The mountain breeze in May had softened completely, and Luc took off his deerskin coat and put on clean linen instead.

Even though he had become a knight, Luc's clothes were still mainly made of linen. The lower-class nobles did not have the financial resources to buy silk. Even Baron Berry could only wear simple, brightly colored cloth in the summer to show his nobility.

I came to the front of the house and sat down. There was a peeled white wooden stake placed in the small open space.

He reached out to lift the wooden stake, drew the armed axe from his waist, and began to chop it diagonally downwards.

Layers of wood were peeled off like peeling an onion, and by noon, a wooden stick as thick as an arm was carved out.

Looking at the uneven surface of the stick, Luc turned around, grasped the straight wooden spear leaning against the wall, and with a bang, stood it upright next to the stick, his eyes scanning between the two.

The straight wooden spear was exactly Henry's lance!
That's right, Luc is going to put the production of lances on the agenda.

In other words, after half a year of practice, Luc, who had initially mastered the swordsmanship on horseback, finally turned his attention to the use of the lance.

Since there is no plan for spring plowing, the main plan of the manor, in addition to harvesting half an acre of wheat and building a wooden fort in June, is to reclaim more land.

People's desires will continue to increase with their status.

At first, Luc only planned to be self-sufficient in the no-man's land, but with a series of events, now his hope is to truly complete his full-time life and be able to protect the land he has opened up with great difficulty.

Strength is better than hard work.

Luc was not unaware of this truth.

He believed that his "neighbors", who followed the law of the jungle in their bones, would also understand.

In fact, there are greedy people all around Luke, and only by improving the military strength can he really have a place to stand.

Lance training is Luc's way of improving his personal martial arts skills.

After comparing for a while and having lunch, Luc continued to whittle the sticks.

Henry's lance was not as imagined, just a smooth wooden pole with a sharpened end.

There is a rattan rope wrapped around the handle at the back to prevent it from slipping out of your hand. There is also a round raised block made of unknown material about half an arm's length behind the handle.

Besides, making a straight gun barrel is difficult in itself. The stick was whittled down to a shape that could be held in one hand, and then the surface was smoothed with a plane.

Luc carefully controlled the thickness of the entire gun barrel. As for how to make the gun barrel straighter, he naturally had a way. It was very simple. He just needed to use the method he used to train the bow and continue to roast it over the fire.

Of course, the temperature needs to be controlled very precisely, but it doesn’t matter. Luc is born with a precise intuition for controlling such details, just like the polishing at this moment.

The plane in his hand seemed to have eyes, tearing off the bumpy surface of the gun barrel bit by bit without causing any bending.

It is precisely this innate talent for subtle details that enables Luc to have profound attainments in various crafts and archery.

You know, in addition to practicing diligently to become proficient, archery also tests one's grasp of intuition.

Luc was able to hit the target with just a few arrows using a low-quality bow, which was enough to prove his control over his body.

He worked on it until evening, constantly aligning it with his eyes, and the prototype of a lance was basically completed.

Wait until tomorrow to roast it, then wrap the handle and sharpen the head.

Whether it was Henry's lance or his own lance, strictly speaking, they were both so-called practice lances, after all, they did not have iron spear heads.

But this was exactly what Luc wanted.

Practicing with a lance is different from practicing with a sword. With the latter, a sword can be reused and you only need to consider how to draw the sword and how to hit the target, but the lance is a real consumable.

During a swift charge, no matter how good the lance is, it is already a miracle if it can be used three times in a row on the battlefield. In most cases, it will break after one use, or remain in the enemy's body and cannot be pulled out. At this time, it is necessary to abandon the lance and exchange it for a sword. In order to maintain good combat effectiveness, many knights usually prepare two lances. If they are lucky enough to survive the first round, they can use the second lance to continue the charge in the second round.

At night, when Ryan was cooking, Luke was lying on the bed and suddenly said to Ryan:

"Ryan, doesn't little Miller want to learn carpentry from you? Do you think he has a talent for carpentry?"

Ryan's status rose along with Luc's status, and he was deeply trusted by Luc, becoming the real second-in-command of the manor.

Luke has handed over the subsequent work of building the wooden fort to Ryan for command. It can be regarded as an exercise in his ability to manage and coordinate others. Now it seems that everything is going well overall.

Hearing Luc's question, Ryan threw a piece of wild garlic into the pottery, thought for a while and said, "Miller..."

"He does have some talent, but not much. And as you know, he's in the watchtower all day now and doesn't have time to learn carpentry."

"Master, do you want him to take over the carpenter's job?"

Luke rubbed his temples and nodded, "That was my original plan."

If you want to truly protect the mountains and forests, you not only need to improve your personal combat skills, but also, as Old Ek suggested before, you need a real guard team!
And what is the real Guard?

In Luc's opinion, only true full-time professional soldiers can be considered.

Ryan happens to be one of the best candidates.

After the fight, John's hanging, and his improved status, Ryan's mentality is no longer as naive as it was a year ago. After all, blood and fire, power and money can change a person's state. He also has a good talent for swordsmanship.

Whether in terms of ability, loyalty or qualifications, Ryan is the perfect choice for the Guard.

But what follows is naturally that the mountains and forests will lose an excellent carpenter.

If a soldier who has been released from work does carpentry work, how can that be considered as being released from work?

Of course, it's not just Ryan, One-Eyed Jill and Hans also need to be fully employed.

In addition, with the bumper harvest and the fields waiting to be cultivated, we must continue to expand our manpower.

Ryan hesitated and said, "Master, I don't think Miller will become a carpenter. He is not interested in this aspect, but is very interested in other aspects."

"Oh? In what aspects?"

Ryan thought of Miller, who followed him around every day, and said in a gloomy tone, "He often asked me what it felt like to kill Martin."

"Well, wouldn't that be exciting?"

(End of this chapter)