I built a manor in the Middle Ages

Chapter 140 News about George

Hugo's words made George shrink his neck. This horse thief from Bohemia was quite afraid of monks. In other words, in ordinary territories, apart from the lord, the most majestic person was the local monk.

Hugo, wearing a wooden cross, ignored the crowd. He looked at the blond man in the front and said with a trembling voice, "Sir, perhaps God is guiding me. I think I need to leave early."

George and others guarded the Telf Bridge. In addition to collecting bridge tolls, they also acted as spies to collect information. This time, another purpose of George's return was to deliver several important messages, one of which was about Cluny.

"Because of its commitment to asceticism, the Cluny Church rarely accepts outsiders. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I need to set off before winter arrives. If possible, it would be best to leave early tomorrow morning."

Hugo spoke sincerely. The blond man standing in front of Ryan's cabin paused for a moment and then nodded.

"No problem, I'll have George escort you away tomorrow."

"Thank you, sir, and may God bless you!"

It was Luc's blond man who waved his hand indifferently. Seeing that the dinner was almost ready, he asked Ryan to call out Du Si, and then told everyone to take their seats.

He calmly arranged everything, then turned around with a serious expression. He was far from relaxed, and subconsciously stroked the fine steel sword in his hand. Banquets were always a good opportunity to enhance the lord's authority. On the one hand, they allowed the people in the manor, who had been working for a long time, to enjoy themselves. After all, there would be no time for them in winter. Moreover, he had other plans for the manor in winter, and he was afraid that everyone would be busy.

Hugo's early departure caused some changes in his plan. According to the original plan, the other party's greatest role throughout the winter was not household registration, map drawing, etc., but to cultivate a devout believer for the Knight Castle.

Luc breathed a sigh of relief. He had never ignored the power of the church.

If possible, I would rather keep this position firmly under my control.

A monk trained by oneself will be much more reliable than an outsider - not all monks are Hugo.

Luc glanced over the heads of the crowd and saw Du Si being supported by the maid Lisa as she walked out of the castle gate.

Douce was dressed equally formally, with a light blue long skirt and a corseted shirt that highlighted her swan-like white neck. Luc's eyebrows moved slightly. This orphan of the Baldwin family owned the family's remaining property, but she was very secretive. So far, no one knew how much property she had. Even he only knew some daily necessities. However, he was not very interested in the money. Luc's attention was more on the castle itself.

The autumn plowing is basically over. What is needed in Yanshan is to speed up the progress. Then the expansion of the fenced yard of the Knight Castle should be put on the agenda.

"Oh yes, and war horses."

Luc rubbed his temples and felt a headache.

“And waterways.”

Turning to look at the Agate River, a bridge needs to be built and a boat needs to be constructed. This time the boat is no longer a raft, but a real small boat.

"Master, the dinner has begun." Just as he was thinking, a refreshing voice came from a distance. Luke turned his head and saw Hui Hui Ryan standing beside him with a shining face.

As the protagonist of this dinner, Ryan was extremely happy. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would have been hard to imagine that a carpenter's son, even a former slave, could become not only a true knight's squire in just two years, but also own his own house and weapons. He also firmly believed that when the land was officially divided next year, he would own a piece of fertile soil - this was something Lord Luc had revealed and promised long ago, and he firmly believed it. That's right, after the spring plowing is over next year, Lord Luc will officially distribute the land and collect taxes. He had heard from his conversation with Brother Hugo that only then could the Knight's Castle be considered a true manor.

"I see. Go and count the number of people to see if anyone is missing. Oh, and put Eugene at the last seat."

"It's the master!"

Eugene was just a salt slave and had no right to attend the banquet, but after working so hard for so many days, Luc didn't want him to die of exhaustion so quickly, and he didn't lack food either.

Ryan had not walked far when a thin figure quickly came up to him and chattered non-stop.

Luke narrowed his eyes and carefully observed the guy named Little Maiman, and suddenly smiled silently.

Ryan himself had seen his apprentice, who was indeed willing to endure hardships and, most importantly, was a simple man by nature. He had an elderly mother at home. After observation, he was selected as a candidate for the clergy. However, Hugo was leaving now and could only continue to be a carpenter.

"What a pity, he's such an unlucky guy."

The priesthood is much more popular than carpentry.
The evening breeze in the valley blew through the treetops, and the rustling of leaves indicated that everything was ready. Amid the cheers of the crowd, Luc walked back to Dusi. Dusi, with a sweet smile, gracefully put a stag emblem on him. The people in the valley looked at Luc eagerly, and the sound of swallowing saliva came one after another.

Everyone had been looking forward to this banquet for a long time. In an era with a lack of entertainment activities, eating is the greatest happiness.

Luc didn't keep everyone waiting. He first congratulated Ryan briefly, then formally presented Ryan with a sheepskin coat as a gift. The two sheep were still young, and the coat was a gift from Dusi, one of her private possessions.

Amidst everyone's envious gazes, Ryan held his head high and proudly accepted the reward, and then the dinner officially began.

A generous portion of wild fruits and black bread were served, with a rare pot of bacon and apple stew as the centerpiece. Paired with a small amount of kvass, everyone ate with gusto, praising the master's generosity loudly as they ate. Eugene, the salt slave placed at the end, plucked a piece of stewed bacon from the boiling earthenware pot. He ignored the burn and dragged it across the greasy wooden table, desperately stuffing it into his mouth. He stared at the pot like a wolf as he ate. Damn, he hadn't had a full meal in ages! Yes, he had served in the army, and then howled through the mountains and forests. But you have to know, in the army, unless you were a knight, what good treatment did ordinary soldiers get? Even as a bandit, he was just hunting disaster victims, and the rabbits he hunted were just roasted and eaten. Nothing like what was happening now. There was actually salt in this pot of broth!
Luxurious guy!
Isn't it just a salt mountain? As for putting salt in the broth for the serfs?
Eugene cursed Luc's bankruptcy in his heart as he ate, but when he turned his head, he saw someone next to him eating very quickly. Seeing that the pot of meat was almost empty, he quickly swallowed the half-chewed meat and joined the crowd of people scrambling for food with his eyes wide open.
Unlike the serf area about three or four steps away, the scenery on the other side is quiet and elegant.

Beside the smoothly carved tabletop, Luc, Duce and Hugo ate very slowly. Three cups of honey water were placed beside them, two large pieces of white bread were interspersed with cheese, butter and apple soup, grilled fish, stewed meat, boiled eggs with blueberries and grapes, and served with the most exquisite pottery, giving them a so-called aristocratic style.

Productivity determines production relations.

As the population increased and the grain harvest was abundant, Luke's class status was further consolidated, and one of the proofs was that the dining table began to be three steps away from the serf area.

Luc didn't want to do these fancy superficial things at first, but unexpectedly, Hugo, who seemed easy-going and upright, insisted on it.

“Kindness is your virtue, but it cannot make you lose your status.”

Hugo took a sip of the honey water, looking intoxicated, but then pushed it aside. He needed to abstain from sex.

"Don't worry, God will allow it."

(End of this chapter)