I built a manor in the Middle Ages

Chapter 139 Ryan's Cabin

Deep in the forest, there is a low wooden shed.

Rows of planed logs were neatly stacked in the middle, and at the entrance of the birch fence, a sharp axe stood upright on a thick round wooden block. Not far away, a crude pulley lay quietly on the grass. In the middle of these dead objects, a boy who was probably in his teens was concentrating on polishing the wooden stick in front of him.

Wood chips flew everywhere and the sound of chiseling filled the air. The boy's eyes were filled with brilliance as the wooden stick gradually became square-edged. Grooves were specially left at both ends and it was placed on a quaint but sturdy wooden chair. He clapped his hands in satisfaction.

"Hey, little Maiman, still making chairs for Mr. Lane?"

It was getting dark before they knew it. A group of lumberjacks came out of the forest. Seeing the boy, the man in the lead shouted, "Do you want to go back with us?"

"No, Uncle Geller, I'm almost done. I'll go back alone later!"

Seeing little Maiman smiling and waving his hand, Geller, who had rare red hair, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Okay, then you should hurry up and don't delay the dinner."

"Of course!"

The silhouettes of Gler and his group grew longer and longer, while little Maiman continued to stay in the lumberyard and adjust the details of the seats.

The lumberyard has begun to take shape. In addition to the surrounding wooden sheds and warehouses, there is also a matching carpentry shop with saws, planes, and a special tool bench. It is here that little Maiman completes the manufacture of wooden chairs.

"It's a far cry from Mr. Ryan's chair, but I'm sure Mr. Ryan will like it!"

Little Maiman wiped the sweat from his head and couldn't help laughing. As Mr. Ryan's apprentice, like Miller, he had great respect for this man who had become an adult's confidant at such a young age.

Let’s not talk about the distant past, let’s just talk about the dinner that Gler just mentioned.

The last dinner party was when Lady Dus arrived at the Knight's Castle and Lord Luke specially prepared a welcoming party for her. Apart from that, although there was a small celebration at Jill's wedding, little Maiman believed that it would never be comparable to the scale of tonight's banquet.

The reason is simple, today is the day when Mr. Ryan's cabin is completed.

Seeing that there was no problem, little Maiman happily carried the wooden chair and walked quickly through the bumpy path. This path was specially opened by Lord Luke to connect the manor and the sawmill. Correspondingly, there was a narrow path to the salt field in the northeast and the boiling plant in the south.

To be honest, this was the first time that little Maiman met a lord who was so keen on building roads.

According to Mr. Ryan, Lord Luke even wants to build a truly flat road running through the north and south, but because the project is too large, he plans to take it slowly.

The sky was getting darker and darker. Little Maiman slowly hurried back to the manor. From a distance, he could see a group of people gathered in front of the fence of the Knight's Castle. Curls of smoke were floating in the sky, and the aroma even reached his nose. His throat couldn't help but move.
"Mr. Ryan is indeed a person valued by adults!"

Little Maiman's eyes lit up. He was one of the ten families that came with Paul. He had never experienced the bonfire party when Luc slaughtered the pig last year, and usually, he was the one who ate the worst.

If Paul's family is the most populous of the ten households, then little Maiman is the most vulnerable, with only him and his mother.
Luc's estate is not a charity organization. Normal food and drink can be provided normally, but if you want to eat better, you need to make more contributions. For example, Paul's family has been rewarded with eggs and cheese many times. All of this was seen by little Maiman, and he couldn't help drooling several times. So when Mr. Ryan was looking for someone interested in carpentry, he stood up without saying a word. With his relatively flexible mind and extremely hard work, Ryan finally chose him among the three teenagers.

After calming down, little Maiman walked towards the manor, brushing past the skulls on sharp wooden stakes that he was accustomed to. After more than half a year of getting along, he had already recognized everyone in the manor. Although Paul was called a cripple and could no longer work in the fields as swiftly as before, he was more energetic than before because he participated in boiling salt. He was gathered with his family and laughed continuously. Jill and Amy had a very good relationship and were specially called to the Knight's Castle to help the cook with her busy schedule. Old Butler Eck was as kind as always, pulling a few old people and whispering something. Robert and Mary were shouting at a group of peasant women to set the table. They had always been like this in their memory, but it was normal. After all, in little Maiman's opinion, among all the serfs, Robert was a person of higher status than Paul. "Hey, this guy is here too?"

Little Maiman frowned, and saw behind the big guy Hans, a slightly thin figure standing aside, seemingly waiting for the dinner to begin.

This person is none other than Eugene, the master's salt slave.

I heard that this guy is from Upper Lorraine and became a soldier because he fought against the bandits that were popping up everywhere. It is said that his hometown is even not far from the former fiefdom of your family.

Lord Luc's family history is already known to everyone in the manor.

In addition, there was the beekeeper Oliver and George who came specially from Telf Bridge. They, together with Mr. Ryan and Brother Hugo, stood in front of a seven-foot-high hut.

Little Maiman couldn't help but look at the hut.

The hut is eight feet wide and ten feet long. Little Maiman, one of the builders, is very familiar with the layout inside: a fireplace made of red bricks, a soft wooden bed, a sheepskin quilt, a pine table covered with resin, and a small compartment where Mr. Ryan's knight sword and leather armor, as well as three sets of linen clothes are stored.

In addition, there are a lot of food. Basically, except for the rarest food, Mr. Ryan has whatever the adults have. This is the second reason why little Maiman admires Ryan.
——Ryan gave him a lot of food as a reward.

Perhaps because he still had feelings for carpentry, Ryan admired little Maiman's efforts in studying carpentry and occasionally gave him some small amounts of food. This alone was enough to make little Maiman satisfied.

Little Maiman approached the crowd cautiously, then put down his chair and stopped. In the center of the crowd, he saw the real owner of the Knight Castle, Lord Luke!

If he simply admired Mr. Ryan, then little Maiman was both afraid and respectful of Luc.

Standing outside the fence in a well-behaved manner, I heard George's voice in my ears: "Sir, you want a horse? That's easy, leave it to me, I will definitely get you a good horse!"

"Why should we entrust it to that fellow Hoffman? Of course, it's not that I don't believe Brother Hugo's words, but Hoffman will definitely raise the price."

George, with his crowded facial features, has a shrill and distinctive voice.

Although Hoffman had already cooperated with the Knight's Castle, there were still many people who were worried about the other party. George was one of them. When he heard Luc asking him to go down and collect the dividends and ask whether the other party would pass through the County of Auvergne, he immediately patted his chest and volunteered.

Ryan just curled his lips. He agreed with George's words, but he didn't believe in George's ability at all. "Just you? Forget it. Have you forgotten how the master and I caught you back?"

"Don't let the master pay the ransom for you when you fail to get the warhorse."

George smiled cunningly, as if he wanted to say something, but the next sentence made him shut his mouth.

Hugo sternly admonished: "God has said, 'You shall not steal!'"

(End of this chapter)