I built a manor in the Middle Ages

Chapter 126 The Frustrated Beekeeper (45)

"Okay, as you wish."

"Jason, Jason! Go and get that mace and show it to the Knight!"

Luc is no stranger to maces, as he was "killed" by a mace.

After a while, a young apprentice with a square face ran out with a hammer in his hands.

He looked at the weapon in his arms: it was called a mace, but it was actually a hard-headed hammer, about a foot and a half long, with a straight yellow wooden handle wrapped with a wrist rope to prevent it from slipping out of his hand, and a four-sided iron lump at the front.

"You're so slow!"

Smith glanced at the apprentice, who immediately shrank his neck and dared not speak.

"Sir, this hammer weighs eleven pounds. If you want it, I can sell it to you at a low price."

"Eleven pounds? That's certainly heavy."

A normal mace weighs seven pounds and is considered heavy. No wonder Berry doesn't want it. Most people can't swing it at all.

But after thinking about Hans's strength, Luc decided to buy it.

After paying the money, he handed the warhorse to the other party to repair the horseshoe. Smith was obviously an old hand. He tied the horse, then clamped one of the hind horseshoes with his legs, and asked an apprentice named Jason to hand over a pair of pliers. He began to twist the old horseshoe. Seeing that Jason was a little slow, he immediately scolded him again.

Luc stood aside and saw the other party remove the horseshoe. He picked up a uniquely shaped tool and began to scratch the inside. The scratching sound and the gray cuticle kept falling off, revealing the white hoof wall inside, gave him an inexplicable feeling of comfort.

"Smith, you're considered a skilled blacksmith. How could you produce such a defective weapon?"

After the hoof was repaired in a circle, he began to dig out the hoof prongs in the middle. Pieces of impurities fell off like flying pieces. Without looking up, Smith said, "Of course I wouldn't make such a mistake. It's that guy Jason. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have wasted so much iron. To be honest, I've never seen an apprentice as stupid as him. If his father and I weren't on good terms, I really want him to get out!"

Jason blushed when he heard this, but didn't dare to say anything.

After hollowing out the internal keratin, Smith began to use pliers to cut off the outermost part of the hoof sole, like trimming human nails, and dropped the round hoof sole to the ground with a snap.

After continuously polishing until it was smooth, Smith raised his head and took his disappointing apprentice to the blacksmith shop to light a fire and roast the iron.

Because he often repaired horseshoes, Smith had no shortage of horseshoes. He just had to hammer the mold until it was boiling hot.

Carefully pick up the red mold, and then weld it to the horseshoe. A burst of white smoke comes out. Then replace the horseshoe, insert the nails and continue to grind out the horseshoe.

With Smith's skillful technique, one of them was completed in a short while.

"Come here Jason, you grind the second one!"

The timid Jason was yelled at and scolded, and was constantly scolded during the polishing process. Luke shook his head and let the master and apprentice work on it. He went back to the tavern to rest. When he woke up from a nap, he heard barking sounds coming from outside the house.

"Sir, I found three puppies, one male and two females. What do you think?"

Looking down, the male dog was slightly larger, and the two female dogs were clearly puppies, which had obviously just been born.

When he returned to the blacksmith's shop, the warhorse had been repaired. He paid three hundred pfennigs for the horseshoes and four hundred and eighty pfennigs for the mace, put the three dogs in a wicker basket and tied it to the side of the horse's back, and returned to Telf Bridge at dusk.

In one day, the two men dug out a part of the foundation that was about sixteen feet long and thirteen feet wide. Seeing that the speed was slow, Luke took out some money and prepared to let the other party go to Cooper Castle tomorrow to hire a group of people to build it together.

A few people were discussing something when, under the sunset glow, a group of figures suddenly appeared from the north.
"Disaster victims?" Jean asked, standing up. "That's right, but disaster victims tend to go north, and they're heading south."

"Well, whoever it is, we'll just use him as a prey. George, take Hans with you and go collect the toll!"

"Okay sir!"

George picked up the dagger, and the hard-headed hammer had been assigned to Hans. He lived up to Luc's expectations, and he swung the more than ten-pound weapon in his hand with great vigor. However, it was indeed too heavy, and Hans could only use it for a short period of time. After a long time, his arm would become sore.

George looked at Hans in horror. Even a well-armed knight wouldn't be able to withstand this blow.
The two of them stood naked at the bridge head, quietly waiting for each other to come over. However, when the pedestrians on the opposite side saw them, they dared not move forward.

So George could only shout at the top of his lungs, "This is the fiefdom of Lord Luc, the Knight of Burgundy! If you want to get there, you must pay a pfennig per person! Otherwise, get back to where you came from!"

George spoke in a loud voice, and the other party seemed to be hesitant. After a while, he walked closer tremblingly.

As the distance shortened, we saw that it was indeed a group of disaster victims dressed in rags.

"Sir, we don't have Finny. What else can we use as a substitute?"

The stag emblem flag erected by the river encouraged the leading man to walk over bravely and tremble as he spoke his request.

George thought about it and nodded, "Supplies are fine, but they must be enough to be worth one pfennig."

The man breathed a sigh of relief, took out some food from his arms and handed it to George. He would give all kinds of food to the next victims.

The last person took out a piece of rag after searching for a long time in his pocket. He unfolded it layer by layer and handed it to George. "Sir, this is our stuff."

Looking at the sticky object and smelling the sweet smell, George's eyes widened instantly, and he quickly called out to Luc, "Sir, come and see, it's honey!"

That piece of material was none other than a handful of honey blocks!

When Luc heard the shout, he was also startled. He quickly rode his horse over, took the honey and looked at it in the sunset.

Honey, really honey.
In the absence of sugarcane, this is an important source of sugar flavor!

"Where are you from?"

Luc immediately looked at the man. Could it be that he was digging out a beehive?
"It was given to me by someone else. He recently exchanged this piece of honey for half a loaf of bread."

"He said he was a beekeeper from Upper Lorraine"

Luke took a deep breath and asked again: "Why did you come from the north?"

The man's face immediately turned bitter when he heard the question, "Sir, you don't know that the north has also begun to become chaotic."

"Especially in Upper Lorraine. Someone said His Majesty was going to pass the title of Duke of Upper Lorraine to a guy from Luxembourg. Then, overnight, bandits suddenly appeared everywhere, attacking villages and towns. We had no choice but to flee south. After all, at least here in Coopersburg, we're safe."

Luke waved his hand to let the other party leave, but his heart was restless for a long time. After thinking for a while, he stopped waiting and waved his whip to drive north.

"Jean, follow me on your travel horse!"

Sugar, I have been lacking it for a long time.

(End of this chapter)