Chapter 602: This dealer is called Henderson. The dealer is called Henderson
“Come again and again.” Pouring the drink into his mouth wildly, Adrian tugged on Bryson’s sleeve, “You You’ve only had a few drinks and you’re already drunk?”
Bryson sat on the bench At the table, he had no choice but to deal with the knight with caution: "Sir knight, you are drunk."
"Nonsense, let me see, let me see if you are drunk?" Adrian said half-heartedly. All bodies pressed against Bryson's shoulders, knocking his breath away.
And Ansel was already looking out the window impatiently. He thought he was just eating a simple meal, but he didn't expect that he hadn't finished it after two hours.
At this moment, Ansel finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Adrian finally passed out drunk in Bryson's arms.
While he called the valet to carry away Mr. Knight, who had not seen a stranger for a long time and was overly enthusiastic, he walked to the window of the restaurant to get some fresh air.
The sun is burning the land, and the hot air is steaming up the fragrance of marigolds under the window lattice.
Ansel looked into the distance, but what he saw were groups of cold trees, like a gray city wall made of iron.
It is a cold winter in the woods, but it is a hot summer in the manor.
The estate is situated on a vast site, surrounded by woodland and low hills.
It is surrounded by a rough wooden fence, and occasionally you can see vine fences that are leaning due to disrepair.
The land within the fence is divided into several areas by shrubs bearing small crimson berries. About three-quarters of it is farmland, and the rest is pasture.
A narrow irrigation ditch meanders beside the farmland, and at the end is connected to a small pool with thick green duckweed floating there.
Through a stone-paved path, under the shade of a few old elm trees, is the main knight's house where Ansel lives. It is built with gray-brown stone and covered with thick sloping wooden boards. as a roof.
Under the eaves, Ansel saw several dry wolf skins and dried meat with a strong fishy smell.
Through the gap between the wolf skin and the dried meat, under the rising mountain wall are a group of low wooden houses and huts. They are very close together, cramped and messy.
From Ansel's perspective, most of the thatch on the roof is yellow, and some even have exposed wooden beams.
At noon, this mountain col is quiet, and the ground is full of chickens and ducks walking around.
I have to say that poverty is a matter of mountain people. No matter how simple the knights live, it is better than the messy wooden houses and huts behind the warehouse.
Looking at the quiet village, Ansel suddenly felt something was wrong. It was already afternoon, didn't the villagers have to come out to work?
"Bryson, take care of the knight to sleep first, and then immediately come outside to meet me." As if he thought of something, Ansel suddenly dropped this sentence impatiently, and headed towards He ran out the door.
Pushing open the wooden door, the dazzling sunlight forced Ansel to cover it with his hands.
But he did not slow down. Instead, he started trotting around the main house and ran to the back of the warehouse.
He turned the corner, stopped suddenly, and stood beside the stable with a livid face.
Just behind the stables of the main house, on a blazing knight's academy ground, hundreds of male and female villagers stood in eight rows under the scorching sun.
The sun was beating down directly from the top of their heads. Many people's faces were red, their clothes were soaked, as if they were fished out of the water, and they kept complaining.
A few frail mountain people staggered and almost fell several times if the people next to them didn't hold them up.
The cries of babies kept coming from behind the team, and the woman frantically fanned herself with a piece of cloth, but to no avail.
“Hey, you’re here so early.” A tired voice sounded, “I thought you were going to be late.”
Ansel turned around and saw that it was Adrian's leader, armed farmer Henderson, speaking.
He was holding a piece of hay in his mouth and hiding under the only shade of a tree next to the clearing with several other armed farmers. He was looking at Ansel with a smile at the moment.
"What's going on?" Suppressing his anger, Ansel turned his head and glared at Zhuangtou.
"Master Friar, I am listening to your instructions. They are all waiting."
"When did you start waiting?" Ansel asked, his voice louder than he realized. is a little higher.
"Since you entered the house to eat." Zhuangtou replied lazily, the hay bobbing up and down with his mouth.
"Who asked them to stand?"
Zhuangtou deliberately raised his voice: "Isn't it your order? I just followed it. Aren't they very happy?"< br>
Listening to the cry of a baby in his ears, Ansel's eyelids trembled.
"Ansel!" Bryson's voice came from behind.
Ansel turned around and saw him coming in a hurry, his face full of anxiety.
"Calm down, calm down." Bryson advised in a low voice, "Don't make trouble with Zhuangtou, he is the uncle of Knight Adrian, save some face for the Lord Knight."
Ansel's eyes passed over these standing villagers. Although it was the first time he saw them, they already looked at him with a trace of resentment in their eyes.
It was a bad start. He smoothed back his hair on both sides and whispered sideways: "When the knight wakes up, tell him about this." Bryson nodded hurriedly.
Ansel took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards the small platform at the edge of the open space, but the heat of the ground came from the soles of his feet.
Before he even reached the stage, he could hear the mountain people below whispering and giving them disgusted and malicious looks.
"As expected of the monk, you are so arrogant."
"Stop talking, be careful he will blow your head off with the devil's wind."
"Ouch Ouch, so scared.”
From their perspective, it was this monk who had asked them to come to hear the sermon in advance, but he was late because he drank too much, forcing them to be exposed to the sun for nothing.
If you were from Pingyuan County, you might be able to swallow your anger, but the mountain people's violent tempers and lack of utterance are all due to drinking too much and being unable to speak.
"Dear believers." After speaking loudly, Ansel suppressed the whispers in the audience, "The weather is too hot, I didn't expect you to be waiting here so early, this is mine I apologize to everyone for the mistake."
After that, he bent down and bowed deeply to the standing crowd.
The villagers were silent, without any reply, but many of them looked surprised.
A farmer wearing a broken straw hat muttered: "This is the first time a monk has apologized to us."
"Hypocritical, hypocritical!" However, someone still whispered.
Ansel straightened up, glanced around and continued: "Originally, I was going to preach to all the believers about our Qianhe Valley Religion, but the weather was too hot, so I just went home if I couldn't hold it any longer. Well, I will visit door to door later, if Anyone who is interested can stay and listen."
Before he finished speaking, the idle armed peasants under the shade of the trees shouted: "Let's go!"
After saying that, he stood up and ran towards the village.
The crowd immediately became commotion, with the woman supporting the old man and the young man swinging his arms, and they were all gone within three to five minutes.
The only two people left, one had disabled legs and feet, and the other had bad eyesight, could not walk at all, so they could only walk slowly towards the village.
Ansel was not annoyed at all, he just strode to catch up to the two men.
Seeing Ansel coming over, although they were in a hurry to leave, the monks had already come over, so they could only stand still and pray that Ansel would end the conversation quickly.
“There are only two of you, so I don’t need to trouble you to stand and listen.” Ansel looked at them with a smile, “Let’s talk under the shade of the tree over there?”
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The sun sets in the west, and the red light of the setting sun falls in the smoke.
To everyone's surprise, Ansel, who had made a scene at noon, did not continue to communicate with the villagers. Instead, he stayed in the small village church and did not go out all afternoon.
In a dusty old wooden house at the end of the village, Henderson, the owner of the village, was sitting on a chair, drinking beer lazily.
Seeing an idle man with a thin beard walking into the house, he asked: "What did the lame and the blind say? What did they talk about?"
The idle man scratched his head: "I didn't say much, just some common things. I asked where I lived, how old I was, how much the annual land rent was, and who was poor and who was rich in our village."
"What about the permanent lease rights?" ?" Henderson asked coldly.
"I told you, but not much." Another person said, "We told you in advance. The villagers are afraid that the Laiya and the church will be implicated in the future counterattack, and they will not listen to them."
< br>Henderson sneered when he heard this and shook his head: "You still want us to sign a permanent lease? Dream on!"
"I'm just afraid that the Sheriff will ask, what should I do? "Someone asked worriedly.
"Township Sheriff? Why should he?" Henderson sneered louder, "It's not that I don't want to, it's that the villagers don't want to. Look, who is willing to pay attention to him, right?"
< br>After hearing the news, Henderson had already communicated with the villagers in advance.
What "The people from the neighboring parish signed it, and all the fields became the church's." "After signing the agreement, Leia will massacre us when he comes back."
The villagers This period of time was full of worries, and the exposure to the sun aggravated this feeling.
The mountain people have a small circle and are xenophobic. They don’t trust the unfamiliar Ansel at all.
"But there is no way to go on like this. What if he calls the army to monitor our implementation?" Another armed farmer raised his hand and asked.
Henderson sneered: "How can the army have this time? Besides, he is so young and has a bright future. I have plenty of time and means to spend time with him. Their task in Baihu District is very heavy, and it takes so long. , I’ll be bored by then.”
Speaking of this, Zhuangtou smiled proudly: “If the army really comes, I will just pretend to admit defeat, sign the permanent lease, and wait for them to leave. set of contracts Come to me.
The traveling monk comes and shows them the contract. We will put it away after leaving. Even if we find it and there is no evidence, can he still call the army again?
The mountain people are on our side, and there are so many manors in South Mound County. Can the autocrat control every corner? He couldn't control it before, but he can almost control it now? "
After taking a sip of cold beer, Henderson leaned back on the chair and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Remember to remind me to get in touch with Bryson. I think this priest is soft-eared. After getting rid of the young one, replace him with this one." Old man, isn’t this done?”
(End of this chapter)