At the end of the Tang Dynasty, it was a feudal town, but in Western Europe

Feng Sen looked at Vasik's racking his brains, and knew that the old boy probably didn't understand, so he waved his hand and asked him to continue talking.

"After the Diannu uprising drove us out of our hometown, we fled to the Black Sea with the nobleman Rouran, seeking asylum from the Emperor of the Eastern Empire, Justinian.

But those damn forge slaves still persisted, asking the emperor of the Eastern Empire to hand us over, even looting the territory of the Eastern Empire, but fortunately, His Majesty the Emperor still kept us, but asked us to defend them against the Slavs and Gepids.

Later, we fought with the nobles all the time, ran to Pannonia after fighting, and fought against the Franks, and settled here in a daze. "

"So that's how it is." Feng Sen was quite emotional, "I didn't expect there to be so many stories in it, so what is the purpose of your trip here?"

Transcripted by the interpreter, Vasik was a little embarrassed and awkward: "The first thing we did on this trip was naturally to visit relatives. After all, in this land, there are very few pure-blooded Han people. I hope to meet you and get in touch with your blood.

The second, ahem, is to seek your sanctuary, because, said the venerable Bolenus, you are a rich lord who rules over a rich land and is sparsely populated.

We hope to be able to relocate to your land, because we are all descendants of Han Chinese, so we can help our relatives. "

"Relocate?" Feng Sen asked, "Why relocate?"

The wrinkles on Vasik's face instantly squeezed together: "It's very complicated to say, and I won't be able to explain it for a while, but the Slavic tribes near us want to annex us, but the Avar companions are unwilling to help us, because they say that we and they are not the same ancestor..."

Feng Sen pondered for a while, and asked, "How many people are there in your entire tribe?"

"Less than a thousand people."

"There is only one family of descendants of Han people like you?"

Vasik stroked the thick braids rolled up with hairpins for a while, before hesitatingly said: "I remember there should be five or six, but most of them are not as good as us, at most one or two hundred people, and they are basically vassals of the big tribe.

In fact, our tribe is also a branch of the original tribe descended from the Han people, but the real tribe has completely become the Avars, so we have retained some customs and legends. "

Feng Sen thought about it for a while, and under Vasik's expectant eyes, he replied: "This matter needs to be discussed in detail. The dock is not a place to talk. I will take you to settle it first, and then I will talk about it in detail."

Vasik smiled wryly and bowed to Feng Sen: "May Longevity bless you."

Under the leadership of Vasik, the group of Avarhans from Vienna looked around and walked towards the resettlement place.

"Cui Sicheng, you were in charge of these immigrants before, so you can do whatever you want, do you understand?"

"Here." Cui Xutuo bowed his hands to Feng Sen expressionlessly.

Pulling Bolenus, Cui Xutuo walked up to many Byzantine immigrants, and said in a strange Latin: "Immigrants from the Eastern Empire, welcome to Hamburg, but before that, you need to do three things. The first thing is to take a bath. This is to wash away the filth and sin in your heart..."

Cui Xutuo was resettling immigrants, but Feng Sen turned over the roster given by Bolenus.

According to Feng Sen's previous instructions, many of these Byzantine immigrants were technical talents, including craftsmen, primary school teachers and scribes, but unfortunately, they still failed to recruit scholars.

However, in this era, technical talents are also very valuable, and most of the immigrants are Byzantine soldiers and their families.

Pointing his fingers unconsciously on the roster, Feng Sen was thinking about whether to form a Northeast camp and form a Latin camp outside the camp?Or assign some Byzantine soldiers to serve as instructors in various households?

After a discussion, Wei Xunzhi was asked to record this matter, and Feng Sen continued to think about the distribution of craftsmen and primary school teachers.

Craftsmen, as before, go through the assessment first, and if they pass the assessment, if they are willing to join the general guard as a craftsman, then they will join the general guard as a craftsman. If they are not willing, Feng Sen can also provide low-interest loans for them to open their own workshops.

As for primary school teachers and scribes, they are also assessed. After the assessment, they will have to study Chinese and Chinese for half a year, and then they will be assigned according to the situation.

As for craftsmen and elementary school teachers who failed the assessment, they could only send talents to the people. If not, they could also become contract farmers. After becoming a contract farmer, Feng Sen not only gave them food and houses, but sometimes even his wife.

But the price is that Feng Sen has to work for ten years. After ten years of work, he can divide the land according to the situation and become a free citizen directly. For many people with low status, this is already a good way out.

Or just like those Norse people, usually felling trees and doing part-time labor, waiting for when the war will go to the battlefield to gamble their lives.

This is their own choice.

"Come on, call Wang Sima and the others over, and let's take a look at the situation of those Avars."

Chapter 3 and [-] Serris oyster sauce, Charlie said it was good after eating it

Worms stands on the fertile Rhine plain, with the rushing Rhine to the east and the hills of the Palatinate Forest to the west, the Pfrim flows into the Rhine in the north, and the Eisbach It traverses south of Worms.

Worms is located in Charles's Winter Palace, which is one of the political centers of the Frankish Kingdom. Since the Archbishop of Besituff, the bishop here has had a close relationship with the royal family.

Like most early medieval cities, Worms is also composed of wooden and stone roads and wooden houses on both sides of the road.

On the narrow and crowded streets, citizens in linen shirts and breeches walked on the muddy road with bleating lambs. Some priests in black robes stood on the side of the road, chanting scriptures loudly to the passing citizens. Some vendors with pointed hoods smiled and exchanged wheat and cloth with salted fish from customers.

On the street full of bare feet and straw sandals, two feet in rabbit fur boots suddenly appeared, and the rest of the dirty feet and shoes kept avoiding to make way for this solemn Mr. Knight.

Passing through the lively residential area, the original narrow sky suddenly opened up. Unlike the previous low eaves, there is a huge and gorgeous mansion in front of you. It used to be a country house of a Roman veteran. Later, when Charles came here, he changed it into a palace, garden and watchtower.

Knights holding scrolls passed guarding soldiers with spears, walked through bright gardens, and walked down deep spiral stairs. On the third floor of the palace tower, at the end of the gorgeous Persian manticore carpet, was a closed door.

The knight was about to knock on the door, but was stopped by Malajiji: "Wait a moment, His Highness is still discussing things, unless it is very urgent, or wait."

The knight nodded upon hearing this, and stood respectfully to the side of the gate.

Inside the gate, sitting in front of a solid wooden table offered by Feng Sen, Charlie inserted a piece of extremely thin white meat with a knife, dipped it in the oyster sauce offered by Feng Sen, and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

"It's so delicious." Charlie couldn't help admiring, "It has both the smell of meat and the umami taste of oysters. It's indeed Siris."

This admiration obviously interrupted Diodorf, who was reading Ah Fu's letter, but he was not angry, but praised with a smile: "I tasted it once before, it is really delicious."

On this matter, Alcuin, who had difficulty reaching an agreement with Diodorf before, also praised: "It is indeed delicious. This is equivalent to concentrating the essence of 100 pounds of oysters into 1 pound of oyster sauce, but the price is really expensive."

"Anthony is willing to give out such a secret recipe." Charlie inserted another piece of white meat and dipped it in oyster sauce. Now he eats oyster sauce at least once a day.

You know, Charlie is a person who doesn't like meat. He abides by his creed and rarely drinks alcohol, but he never treats himself badly when it comes to eating meat.

As the saying goes, what is good at the top must be good at the bottom. The way of eating oyster sauce has entered the tables of nobles and nobles in no time. However, because of its difficulty in making and high price, it has gradually become a kind of well-known spice.

After eating the oyster sauce with the white meat, Charlie burped, patted his belly, and chatted about Astolfo's letter again: "Bishop Alcuin, have you read Anthony's letter and Astolfo's letter?"

Alkun nodded: "I've seen it, first dig the foundation of the great nobles by moving the town and replacing the country, and then seal them to the border area to prevent foreign enemies, and give them positions in the palace so that they will not rebel.

At the same time, he recruited noble children and priests by means of talent inspection, and let them enter the court and become sheriffs.

In this way, the rich land in the interior can be brought under the command of the Heavenly Father, and the brave warriors of the Heavenly Father can expand the world of the Heavenly Father in the frontier, and the disturbances caused are relatively small. "

"Forbidden Army and Frontier Army, hum." Charlie snorted softly, "Anthony said he wanted to shed his own blood for Frank, but I think he still hides his thoughts, he seems to say that he wants to help me gather power and achieve more mighty empire.

As a result, in the final analysis, he only wanted to deprive other earls of their power while maintaining the power of his own fief, so that as long as his original power remained unchanged, it became a privilege. He would consolidate the power of himself and his descendants, but he had to pay the price of other earls. "

Diodorf put the letter aside gently: "It's human nature. His Excellency Anthony may have bowed to the country before, but I heard that his wife is pregnant. Who doesn't want to leave a family fortune for their children?"

"He wants to leave a stable family business for his children, don't I want to?" Charlie was angry at first, but then calmed down: "He wants to be in Saxony, but I want him to come to me, he wants to leave Saxony for his children, I just give it to him.

But he can’t stay in Saxony. His prestige and influence there are too strong. If he has been kept in Saxony, my generation can hold him down. When the next generation comes, it will be another Lombardy and another Bavaria. "

Standing up and bowing, Alcuin praised: "Your Highness is wise."

Looking at the residue of oyster sauce on the table, Charlie said helplessly: "But in any case, he is a loyal minister, a good minister, this matter can't chill him, Diodorf, you can find a way to make him In the court, we can not hurt his heart."

Diodorf bowed and saluted with a smile: "Of course, my lord."

At this moment, a servant poked his head out just right: "Your Highness, there is a battle report from Iberia."

Charlie walked up to the priest, snatched the letter, opened it and swallowed it through, and only recognized half of the ten words, so he didn't struggle, and directly gave the letter to Alcuin, and sat back on the throne by himself: "Read."

Opening the letter, Alcuin's cadenced words echoed in the hall: "The Iberian battle report, conveyed by the Earl of Roussillon, His Highness Pepin was defeated by the Xingyue Sect's counterattack after capturing the city of Barcelona.

Most of the army dispersed, and His Highness Pepin himself was driven into the deep mountains of the Pyrenees, with only eighteen riders left. Fortunately, the caliph Abdullah of Cordoba was ill, and the army just recaptured the previous Barcelona and retreated. "

This winter was different from Feng Sen who was peacefully farming and playing football. Pepin played for a whole winter. In nearly half a year, under the leadership of Pepin, Frank's army even took back Barcelona.

But it is a pity that, as the last prince of the Umayyad dynasty, Abdullah Rahman was not easy to mess with. He quickly raised an army, appointed generals, and defeated Pepin, who was originally in the limelight, through three consecutive battles.

However, due to Abdullah Rahman's own physical problems, he did not continue to march, but retreated after recapturing Barcelona.

"Bang!" Charlie slammed his fist on the table, shaking all the dishes on the table: "What the hell is Pepin doing?"

The current situation was not right, Alcuin immediately tried to make amends for Pepin: "His Highness Pepin is still young, it is normal for these things to happen, didn't His Excellency Anthony also lose a battle in Seris?

I heard that His Excellency Anthony even specially sent him a copy of Siris' book of war. His Highness Pepin will definitely grow into a good general. "

"Priest Alcuin." Malakiji, who had been listening all this time, suddenly stood up, "I heard that Siris has always been the eldest son inheriting everything?"

Alkun raised his eyebrows: "What does Malarjiji mean?"

Malarjiji suddenly fell silent and did not answer.

The angry expression on Charlie's face gradually faded. He stood up and walked around the room twice, sat back on his seat, closed his eyes and rested for a while, then rubbed his forehead and said, "Eric, go and check to see if there are any noble daughters who are not married. Make a list for me. The sooner the better."

Eric stood up from the chair beside him, bowed and replied, "Of course, Your Highness."

Charlie rubbed his cold knees: "Alcuin, did the letter say how Pepin is doing?"

Alcuin glared at Malargiji, and scanned the letter: "Your Highness, according to Priest Benedict, Pepin has a good relationship with the Basques in the mountains. It should be that he has not come out of the mountains. His life should not be in danger."

"Yeah." Charlie snorted annoyedly, "The batch of ironware for little Charlie and little Carloman recently, sent to Girona."

"Little Carloman, you mean His Highness Pepin of Italy?"

"Oh, that's right." Charlie slapped his forehead, "Yes, it's Little Pepin and Little Charlie. They don't need those iron swords now, so they should send them to Pepin in Iberia."

Chapter 3 Frank's crown, do you dare to wear it, Your Highness?

On the promenade of the garden, marble acanthus leaves curled and vines hovered on the pillars. The sunlight illuminated the marble like a piece of white jade. Several servants in brown linen shirts carried water bottles and watered the flowers and young trees in the flower beds one by one.

On the side, several knights wearing Frisian blue pointed cloaks were squatting by the kennel, training several ferocious wolfhounds, exclaiming and laughing from time to time.

"Your Excellency Malajiji." Alcuin stopped Malajiji at the garden gate.

Malajiji turned around, and the sun shone through the whirling branches in the garden, casting dappled shadows on his face.

Malarjiji took off the felt hat on his head and saluted, and Alkun also bowed his head in return.

"Your Excellency Alcuin is looking for me for today's business at His Highness's place?"

Al Kun's face was rigid, and there was no smile on the corner of his mouth: "The things you said in front of His Highness today are very inappropriate."

"What's wrong?" Malajiji wiped the sides of his tall hooked nose with his index finger.

Alcuin was silent for a full two seconds, and then slowly replied: "You know that Anthony and His Excellency Pepin have a good relationship, are you deliberately trying to provoke the relationship between His Highness, the minister, and his son?"

"If His Highness really wanted to follow the so-called Seris system, I'm afraid Pepin would have returned from Iberia by now?" Malakiji said with a smile, "For His Highness, he hopes that the kingdom will be strong and his family will not be harmed. We all know the so-called Seris system, and even Anthony himself can't do it, let alone Your Highness?"

"Who can know what His Highness really means?" Diodolf appeared in front of the two from nowhere, leaning on the porch pillar as if watching a play, "Seeing through the heart of a king, I'm afraid only Isaiah can do it."

"Your Excellency Diodorf, what can you do?"

"I'm asking His Majesty Malajiji to do me a little favor, you guys go ahead and talk about it."

Hearing this, Alcuin turned his head and said coldly, "What do you mean, Malajiji?"

"When the first king died, Nuo Da's kingdom was also divided into two. In the end, His Royal Highness's younger brother Carolman died of illness, and His Royal Highness unified all the territory of all Frank Kingdoms." Maragigi seemed to have not heard another thing. "His Royal His Royal Highness and his descendants are still in various places. His Royal Highness is 44 years old this year. . His most powerful son has begun his own foundation, and the rest of the children are too small. His Royal Highness needs to make a choice as soon as possible. "

"You not only put His Highness Pepin in danger by doing this, but also put Little Charlie and Little Pepin in danger." The expression on Alcuin's face was still dignified and holy, as if the gloomy voice was Others are talking.

Malajiji chuckled: "I once had a son, and I put him in the most dangerous situation, but so what? They enjoy what others can't enjoy, so they have to bear what others can't. "

The two men met their eyes and paused for several seconds, until Diodorf suddenly inserted between them from the side.

Diodorf smiled at Malajiji and said, "Your Excellency Malajiji, I'm sorry to interrupt your communication with Your Excellency Alkun, but it's almost time for me to accompany His Highness to contact swordsmanship, so I need to talk to you first."

"You say."

"His Royal Highness gave me a task to bring His Excellency Anthony to the court, but I don't know anything about the current situation in Saxony, especially the recent situation of His Excellency Anthony's missionary work. Can you help me investigate?"

"Of course." Malarjiji had no expression on his face, but some disdain and disgust flashed in his eyes, "Alkun, let's talk about this topic next time. I have something to do, so let's go first, Your Excellencies."

"Good luck, Your Majesty Malajiji." Diodorf and Alcuin greeted at the same time.

Malarjiji left the garden, and Diodorf turned sideways and smiled at Alcuin: "It's time for me to practice swordsmanship with His Highness, and please prepare for tonight's literacy class."

"Understood." Alkun didn't thank Diodorf for stopping the dispute at all, and turned and left.

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In the damp cave, dark green vines hang down, looking out of the cave, the snow-capped mountains in the distance are shining like silver, like silver mountains.

Pepin sat in a hut surrounded by curtains, his face covered with traces of dust and sweat.

Sarah raised the curtain and walked in. Seeing Pepin staring numbly at the extinguished bonfire, she sighed softly, sat next to Pepin, put her chin on Pepin's shoulder, and wrapped her right hand around Pepin's waist.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Basically everything has recovered, and the fever has subsided." Pepin stretched out his hands to hold Sarah's face. On that beautiful face, the left eye, which was originally as beautiful as a diamond, has become a hollow.

"Don't look." Sarah turned her face away.

Pepin embraced Sara's neck, pulled her into his arms, and kissed Sara's lips facing the empty eye sockets, while gently kneading her tight and elastic papaya with both hands.

With a blushing face, Sara nestled in Pepin's arms, her voice muffled: "If those tribesmen hadn't rebelled, you would have defeated Abdullah Rahman..."

"For the defeat of the generals, everything is an excuse." Piping let out a sigh of relief, "Why did I betray them when I gave them so much?"