I built a manor in the Middle Ages

Chapter 135 Textile Factory
How to mine salt required some time to discuss, but the task of stabbing the deserters' heads all over the mountains and fields was completed very quickly. The bloody heads were torn apart by passing birds and insects, and the ugly faces with no flesh and skin scared some serfs' children so much that they couldn't sleep well for several days.

In this atmosphere, Luc, dressed in clean clothes, and Hugo announced the birth of a new couple in the church.

Jill and Amy are officially married!

Of course, there was no grand ceremony at a commoner's wedding. It was a great honor to have a few simple blessings from the lord and the monks, not to mention that Luc announced on the spot that he would give Gil a full set of farm tools, clothes and a fan of dried meat. In other words, from now on, the farm tools he used would belong to him and no longer be rented from the lord.

This made Gil very happy, because in addition to these, Luke had just given him 60 pfennigs of beheading pay.
Jill killed two enemies and was rewarded with thirty pfennigs for each of them. This was a military reward that Luke came up with on the spur of the moment. The amount of money was just enough for an ordinary person's half-month salary, which could barely be considered an incentive system.

Hans also got 60 pfennigs. As for Ryan, he didn't need to be paid. If Luc had a piece of meat, he would always have a piece of soup.

As the first person after Ryan to have private property, Jill immediately attracted the envy of countless people.

You know, if the land is divided and rented out for farming, the rest of the people will probably have to save money and food to exchange for farm tools.

After seven days of observation, Paul's injury showed no signs of dehydration or shivering, which meant that the imagined tetanus did not come. He was able to save his life, but he walked with a slight limp compared to before. It seemed that he would have to be called Lame Paul from now on.

Hugo once again impressed Luc. This devout monk was more open-minded than others in some important aspects. After all, other priests who married, had children and plundered property were surprisingly conservative in the field of medicine, and bloodletting and enema were regarded as the norm.

The serfs gradually restored their previous order. Some fetched water, some picked fruit. When the heads on the stakes began to stink, the flax stalks soaked in the water tanks were finally ready.

"Yes, that's it, crush the fruit." Luc stood in front of a wooden table, watching two farm women from Ward Village crushing flax fruits. The tiny fruit grains made a crunching sound under the bulging wooden stakes. These fruit grains would soon be sent to the valley windmill to extract the real flax seeds.

Six hundred pounds of flax will eventually produce sixty to seventy pounds of seeds, which will be the basis for expanding production next year. Secondly, there will be about two hundred pounds of fiber that can be woven into cloth.

In order to make it easier for the two peasant women to grind the rice, they specially used a planer to grind out two round wooden sticks that would not prick their hands. Seeing them pushing the mill one after another, Luc suddenly slapped his forehead, thinking that he seemed to have forgotten a first-class delicacy!

I secretly kept this in mind and turned around to see another group of peasant women collecting the dried flax stalks.

The dried and yellow flax stalks were moved to the threshing ground - which was the only open space in the fence yard before. Now the threshing ground has become the junction of the serfs and the fence yard. A low shed was even built there. It was called a shed, but it was actually just a few thick wooden stakes covered with a layer of thatch. It could only provide shade and could not even shelter from rain. However, this simple building became the most basic textile factory in the Knight's Castle.

Luke walked to the primitive and simple low shed, where there were two other women wrapped in peasant skirts beating flax stalks with flails. Of course, they were not doing this to thresh the flax, but to soften the stalks. Then they picked up a handful, hung them diagonally on the ground, and straightened them with a wooden stick. The smooth flax would be scratched on the wooden nail tool again, scraping off a lot of catkins and leaving the real flax silk.

Farming and weaving had always been the specialties of the serfs. The women from Ward Village used their rough hands to meticulously braid the willows to prevent them from tangling, then hung them on beams to dry. As for the remaining catkins, Mary, under her guidance, used a spinning wheel to continuously wind them into fine thread.
A textile mill couldn't be complete without a spinning wheel, so Luc followed suit and over the next seven days, he built another spinning wheel for Amy to operate. Once the weaving was complete, they would be retting it in boiling water. Then, using all the above materials, they could officially sew linen clothes for everyone!

Without saying too much, it is no longer a problem to make sure all serfs wear one.

Adding to the linen I have purchased before, I am afraid there will be some left over to make another set of linen armor.

Now Luc has eight sets of armor, including the chain mail. If he adds two more sets, plus enough weapons, it will be enough to arm an army of more than ten people.

Regardless of their combat power, ten armored soldiers are more than enough to outnumber one or two private soldiers of all other knights in Cooper Castle, and the rest are legions composed of old farmers with pitchforks.

Of course, Luc placed these weapons in the compartment on the third floor of the Knight's Castle, where all the wealth he had obtained was also placed.

The hard work of land reclamation came to a temporary halt, and the number of people working in the fields was suddenly reduced. Only Robert's team was needed to take care of the farmland and orchards every day. In addition to weaving, the others began to work as lumberjacks. Hoffman had tasted the sweetness and was determined to turn more than half of the caravan's goods into charcoal. Luke needed to expand production. Secondly, Ryan's house, carpentry shop and the real weaving shed should also take new steps. In an instant, the entire manor began to be built.

Luke called Lisa and whispered a few words to her. She then walked towards the kitchen doubtfully. He then rode his warhorse and rushed to the foot of a mountain not far away with Ryan.

Ten minutes later, in a place surrounded by a circle of felled tree trunks, a tall figure was seen sitting on a log, shouting solemnly at the man next to him:

"Hurry up and work! You lazy guy, I've already cut down two trees, and you've only dug up this little rubble?"

"If you punish me again today and I don't have enough to eat, I will cut off your fingers and eat them!"

Hans swung the resilient vine and slammed it on Eugene's back with a snap, leaving a bloody whip mark. Eugene endured the urge to make a sound, holding the hammer and shovel in his hands, but he didn't dare to have any evil thoughts and could only speed up the mining.

The knife mark between his eyebrows was wet with sweat. The brief contact had allowed Eugene to understand Hans thoroughly - he was a tyrannical fool who, apart from eating and sleeping, did nothing but obey his lord's orders.

Ever since he asked him to keep a strict watch on himself five days ago, he has been extremely harsh on him. Eugene swears in the name of God that even the most evil and greedy slave owners he has ever met have never oppressed slaves like this!

Not only did he have to share some of his daily meals, but he also had to work endlessly. If he took a break, he would be whipped. He was treated like an animal, no, worse than an animal.

What makes Eugene most uncomfortable is that Hans always compares his own standards with his own without seeing what kind of devil he is. How can he possibly compare with him?
Eugene, who had never pulled any knight off his horse and had a scar on his head from being hit with pottery by his former lord for just stealing two eggs, quietly excavated the salt mine. So far, there were only dry and hard stones. He only hoped to dig out a piece of salt stone quickly, even if it was just a small piece, and then beg Luc to find someone to supervise him.
(End of this chapter)