Chapter 608 Stud is a kind of wisdom. Lend me another spinning wheel!
“Duh duh!”
In the cold night, there were continuous and dull knocks on the door, and the girl who was playing with the spinning wheel in the house raised her head.
The spinning wheel that was originally spinning stopped instantly, and a slender and tough woolen thread hung on the spinning wheel.
Putting down the wooden sickle brotherhood badge, Lalor sat up straight and looked at the door suspiciously.
It's so late, who's knocking on the door? Could it be that something happened to the family of a member of the Scythe Brotherhood?
The Sickle Brotherhood is the mutual aid organization established by Ansel tonight.
Since they were an organization established because of the harvest, after voting, the Scythe Brotherhood was recognized by the majority of people.
"Papa?"
Lalor, however, comforted and gently touched his daughter's head: "You stay in the room, continue spinning, and don't come out."< br>
The thin girl nodded: "Yes."
Putting on his cloak and opening the door, Lalor walked into the small courtyard. As soon as he opened the firewood door, he smelled the aroma of alcohol.
Lalor's eyes were confused for a moment, but he returned to reality: "Cousin Raph?"
The person who entered the door was not a member of the Scythe Brotherhood, but a neighbor of Lalor He is also his cousin Raph Sr., and he also has a son Raph Jr.
Everyone in the empire has the same name. The same name is passed down repeatedly. Even the king is like this. He often lives for nine or even ten generations.
Old Raph had a red nose and chuckled: "I went to Henderson's house to choose the Wolfhounds today. Why didn't you come?
Henderson's boss was very generous today. Please invite us every day. Everyone drank two glasses of beer and gin."
"I went to church. , After all, my archery skills are too poor, so I don’t have much chance.” Lalor smiled bitterly and pulled his cousin to sit down in the yard, “Did you choose?”
“Of course, it’s not just me, it’s my son. Little Raph, who just came of age this year, was also selected." Old Raph patted his chest proudly.
"Don't worry, when you two are away, my sister-in-law will come to me if anything happens." Just like in the past, Lalor congratulated with a smile.
After all, this mountain man has quite a rough character. What if someone drinks too much and harasses his wife while Old Raph is away?
Perhaps the hungry wolf ran into the village during the night, and might have snatched Laf Laf's newborn child away.
Old Raph naturally smiled and gave Lalor a hug: "When I come back, come to my house for a drink."
As if thinking of something, Lalor tentatively said Asked: "What Brother Ansel said about wool processing? Have you heard about it?”
“Nonsense!” Sitting down on the horse, Old Raph burped, just when the conversation was at its peak, “Oh, I’ll give you the wool. You spin it into thread and he spends money to collect it. Is this a good thing?”
"But I have already collected the wool, and Lasha is already spinning."
Old Raph was stunned for two or three seconds before he opened his eyes wide. He stepped forward and grabbed Lalor. on the back of the neck: "Are you serious? I thought you would come back after receiving free wool. "
Lalor was a little flustered at first, but then said firmly: "I believe Brother Ansel."
"That Scythe Brotherhood?"
“Yes.”
"Did you sign and fingerprint?"
"Yes."
"Did you take the wool home?"
"Three pounds of wool."
< br>"Are you possessed by the devil? Have you known Ansel for only a few days?" Old Raph persuaded him earnestly.
Lalor still shook his head: "Brother Ansel is a good man."
Although Old Laffer may not believe it, Lalor still believes that this monk is different from the previous priests.
Although he is a high-ranking monk, he never raises his eyes to the top of his head when he speaks.
Compared with the aloof title of "believers", he prefers to use "believers".
And this time Ansel provided the raw materials, and Ansel also helped with the purchase and sale. It only took a few days of labor at most.
Moreover, there was a vague certainty in Lalor's heart that maybe it could really happen this time. Besides, he is already at the bottom, and no matter how he goes, he is always going up.
This puts him on the line, stud.
The worst case scenario is that he will marry his daughter to Little Raph and go down the mountain with his bow as a mercenary.
As Lalor's cousin, Old Laf is still persuading him, and he cannot let his cousin fall into the abyss.
He saw clearly that the Scythe Brotherhood was the Hundred Household District, and the so-called registration was to conduct a population survey.
The knights have nothing to do with matters in the manor. The armed peasants and public peasants discuss matters among themselves.
When the permanent lease is implemented, wouldn’t you have found a master for your head?
The most important thing is that the permanent leasehold rights have not yet been implemented, and the population survey has been completed first.
As the head of Henderson Village has said, once your name is registered, well, from now on the church will only ask you to collect the poll tax, and the gain outweighs the loss.
I just don’t know what kind of ecstasy the monk poured into my cousin to defend him like this.
“What’s so good?” Old Raph was so anxious that he sobered up, “That Ansel can tell at a glance that he is a man who has read books. The more books he reads, the more poisonous his heart becomes. "
Lalor, who was persuaded by Old Laf, was helpless: "Cousin, listen to me..."
"No, listen to me first." Laofu grabbed his sleeve, "Do you think you can get money just by handing over the wool? Don't those smart people have enough ways to suck our blood?
When the time comes to hand over the line, he will choose a bad one here and a bad one there, and in the end it won’t be enough.”
"There is no cost..."
"There are always expenses for food, right? Why don't you go to the wasteland to collect more firewood at this time, or repair your house?" Old Raph looked up and down in disgust. .
"We members of the Sickle Brotherhood will help each other repair it." Lalor quickly explained.
“That’s not the point. I’ve been confused by what you said.” Laofu slapped his head, which was confused by alcohol, “Smart people don’t do business at a loss. You’re not a small change for this small amount of money. , join this brotherhood for the opportunity to earn a small amount of money.
Then the poll tax will be doubled from you..."
This time, Lalor directly interrupted Lao Laf: "Cousin, stop talking, I have already thought about it."
"What have you thought about? Oh, you... "Looking at Lalor's determined eyes, Old Lafor couldn't help but shook his head. He raised his head and said, "Good words can't persuade a ghost who wants to die."
If he hadn't set out to hunt wolves tomorrow, he wouldn't have had to talk to his cousin all night long. Before the dust settled, Take the name off Brotherhood of the Scythe.
"Oh, just wait, your sister-in-law will come and tell you tomorrow." Laofu sighed and turned around to leave.
But Lalor stopped him.
"What's wrong?" Old Raph turned around and asked with a red nose and belching wine.
Lalor took out a jar from the cupboard and dug out half a piece of salt.
He packed a small sack as big as his palm and handed it to La Fu: "Since your family doesn't do this job, the spinning wheel will be free. Otherwise, lend it to me for a few days. "
Old Raph blinked: " You only have a daughter who can spin, so why do you need a spinning wheel?”
Lalole lowered her head in embarrassment: “Their mother passed away too early. I used to learn how to weave clothes for them. A little bit.”
Old Raph looked at Lalor up and down with a strange expression. In the world of mountain people, men weaving was something that only sissies and cowards could do.
I didn’t expect that his cousin also learned textiles?
But now he doesn't care about this and just continues to persuade.
“Take this salt back, it’s not worth half a dinar but a quarter of a dinar.”
“Cousin, I pushed this salt for him. The car, the reward he gave me, I won’t feel bad about returning it,” Lalor said stubbornly, “Just lend it to me for ten days.”
Lalor forced the salt bag into Laf's hands.
Old Raph sighed and wanted to say something, but closed his mouth again. He weighed the salt in his hand: "Okay, okay, I will ask my son to bring the spinning wheel later.
Just wait, let’s talk when I come back from hunting wolves in three days. By then, you will know how wise my words are.”
(End of this chapter)