The Wizard’s Fairy Tale

Old John and his entourage followed William back to the earthen house.

As soon as he entered the earthen house, Old John couldn't help asking William, "Master Baron, I don't understand. This kind of weed is not a precious thing. Why are you willing to pay such a high purchase price? According to Old John, you The price can be lowered by more than double! Our money is not much, and every copper coin must be used where it must be used."

"Lord Baron, as I said, we don't have to pay any money. It's their honor to let these untouchables do a little work!"

"If it's not convenient for you to come forward, Old John is happy to help."

The other followers all seemed to feel the same way.

William shook his head, smiled lightly, and said, "Old John, I don't want you to throw my reputation into the river and disappear without a trace!"

"However, Lord Baron, if what those untouchables say is true, then we need to prepare in advance for winter." Old John still wanted to dissuade.

"What are you preparing for?" William wondered, Old John actually knew what was going on in his mind? This is impossible.

"My lord, the consumption in Patras is not low, and in order to maintain the dignity that nobles should have, the consumption is even higher...and..." Old John said the same thing.

"Wait!" William made a "stop" motion, "Who told you that we will go back to Patras in winter, Old John?"

"My lord, if the lizardmen are real, we have nowhere to go except Patras!" Old John said to William seriously, "Your life is more important than anything else!"

"Yes, Old John, life is the most important thing, nothing is more important than life." William nodded in agreement, and Old John's face immediately showed joy, but the next second, Old John's face froze.

"But I'm not going anywhere all winter except here!" William said firmly.

"My lord, the small village of Nisai is like a straw house, and it will fall down when a gust of wind blows. How can I provide you with enough protection here?" Old John still earnestly said.

"That's why we have to build it!" William said of course.

"Construction?" Old John was stunned.

"Yes, Old John, my best elder, the guide of the direction of progress, I need you, and you, together with me, build the small village of Nisai, and one day, it will grow into a town, a city , stand tall in this area. And your names will be passed down forever along with the history of this city! Help me, okay? In this world, the only people I can trust are you!" William looked at all the followers and said.

All the attendants were full of enthusiasm when they heard this, but only Old John was still worried and opened his mouth to speak.

At this time, a man's cautious voice came from outside the earth house.

"My lord, my lord, my lord, we have gathered enough grass."

"So fast?" William had good hearing and could hear clearly.

"As long as these untouchables have money, they can't do anything." Old John scolded with disgust in his eyes.

"Haha, that's exactly what I want." William smiled, looked at Old John, and said, "Old John, go and count the weeds that the man sent over, and call it Golden Silk Grass. If If there is no problem with the quantity, give him the due reward."

William casually named this grass Golden Silk Grass.

"Yes, Lord Baron, I must check it carefully!" Seeing that William couldn't change his mind, Old John had no choice but to say.

Old John was about to go out, William suddenly felt uneasy, stopped him again, and said sincerely, "Old John, to me, reputation is as important as life to me, I entrust my reputation to you, I hope You protect it as you protect my life. The villagers outside,

If he cheats you with all kinds of weeds at will, naturally don't give him a copper coin, but if he really does it, then don't give him a copper coin less. Can you, old John? "

"Lord Baron, I will never let you down." Seeing William's sincere expression, Old John was moved.

"You never let me down! Go ahead." William said lightly.

Old John called his son Little John and walked out.

After one-fifth of the time the candle burns.

Outside the earthen hut, the old John asked the little John who was squatting in front of a large pile of golden grass, "Has the number been confirmed?"

"I'm sure. There are a total of 923 golden silk grasses. I counted them three times." Little John said with certainty.

"What the hell, how long has it been? Mark, you did this?" Old John frowned, looking at the big family in front of him.

The leader is a middle-aged man with a slight bow and a smile on his face. Because he often does coolie work under the scorching sun, his skin is dark and red, which is the mark of sunburn.

In fact, the whole village is mostly people with this kind of skin.

It's rare to have fairer skin!

Behind this villager named Mark, stood a woman with a tense and restless face, also wrinkled from suffering.

Beside the woman stood five children, all of whom looked malnourished.

Old John had a little impression of this family. His memory seemed to be that this family had few fields and many children, so life was harder than ordinary villagers.

The life of the villagers was already hard enough.

"Master John, in fact, this grass was used by our family to pad the floor. I brought it when the baron asked for it, okay?" Mark looked at Old John expectantly, and his wife and children also looked at him in the same way.

Just because they need these copper coins too much.

With these few copper coins, they can eat a meal of brown bread instead of eating batter that is worse than black bread every day, the kind of batter made of flour and water, and they are easy to get hungry!

He needs it, and so does his child!

"The floor pad? That's how it is." Old John had a look of disgust in his eyes.

The weather in this era is cold, and the whole floor will be very cold at night. Nobles or rich people can burn fireplaces or put carpets to keep warm, but poor people can only take some thatch and pile them on the ground in exchange for a little warmth.

"Master John, don't worry, our grass has been carefully selected, and there is nothing wrong with it. Why don't we take three Poole coins, two, er, no, one Poole coin. I beg you For my poor boy's sake, Master John." Mark panicked and said without hesitation.

"Okay, a copper coin..." Hearing what Mark said, the thrifty old John blurted out without thinking.

There was joy in the eyes of the Mark family, no matter how much it was, it was an unexpected gain for them.

At this time, Old John thought of William's instructions, and his heart moved, and he subconsciously said, "No! A copper coin of Poole will not work."

The light in the Mark family's eyes suddenly dimmed. Are nobles really lying?

Then he heard Old John's gruff voice, "Fortunately, these grasses, um, these golden silk grasses are all right. According to what the baron said, I'll give you three Copper Coins."

"Ah..." Happiness came so suddenly that Mark was stunned, and his mouth couldn't help opening.

"You idiot, do you still want it?" Old John waited for a while, Mark still hadn't recovered, so he kicked him impatiently.

Mark finally woke up from the shock, and nodded his head desperately. When others saw the degree of nodding, he was afraid that his head would fall off if he was not careful.

"A pariah is a pariah!" Old John said with disdain in his heart, but he carefully counted out three copper coins from a purse and handed them to Mark.

This purse contained William's fortune! Of course it contained only pools and silver francs.

The piss were kept by William himself.

The Mark family expressed their gratitude to Old John with great gratitude, "Thank you, Master John, thank you, Master John!"

"Untouchable, you have to thank the baron for his kindness and generosity." Old John said, pointing out Mark's mistake.

"Of course, thank you Lord Baron, thank you Master John." Mark immediately changed his lines and said.

"Well." Old John nodded reservedly. Mark's feeling made him feel a little dark. He thought for a while and said, "You still have twenty-three golden grasses. I will help you remember them. If you still have If you bring the Golden Silk Grass, I will superimpose it for you. Do you still have the Golden Silk Grass?"

"Yes, yes, Mr. John, I still have some at home, I'll go get them now!" Mark ran away excitedly with his family.

Meanwhile, Old John and his son, Little John, went into the earthen house with a bunch of golden grasses in their arms.

"Lord Baron, there are nine hundred and twenty-three golden grasses in total, and I gave him three Poole coins." Old John reported to William.

"Well done, old John." William praised casually.

He squatted down, carefully inspected the smelly Golden Silk Grass, and tried its toughness himself.

The result satisfied William, who nodded secretly.

Old John was puzzled, and he asked, "Master Baron, I don't understand, why do you buy these useless things? Please forgive me, Old John, for being stupid and unable to understand what you mean!"

Several other attendants also had the same question, the golden grass is everywhere, why did William buy it from the villagers in large quantities?

William smiled mysteriously and said, "I'll tell you the answer now."

As he spoke, William looked at the only carpenter in his entourage, Charles!

Charles was a stocky old man, not older than Old John, but he looked older than Old John, with a gray beard and a red nose.

He is a very silent person, a person who is easily overlooked.

As a carpenter, his right hand is always shaking uncontrollably.

The trembling range is not large, but for carpenters, it is a fatal blow.

How can a carpenter who has lost his stability gain the trust of others?

That's why he was recruited by Old John and became William's follower.

Every month, you can get 500 Puer copper coins as a reward.

"Lord Baron, I'm here." When William called him, Charles' eyes flashed with surprise, then turned calm again, and replied to William.

"Charles, do you know how to make brooms?" William asked.

"Broom?" Charles didn't know what medicine was in William's gourd, not only him, but also Old John and the others.

"Yes, Charles, those are the brooms used by those women to sweep up the trash. Of course, they occasionally use them for other things." William smiled strangely.

"Master Baron, of course I can make it! Even children can make it!" Charles said a little arrogantly. Although he lost his stability, he still hadn't lost the pride of a carpenter.

"My lord, you don't want to use these golden grasses to make brooms, do you? If you just use them to clean this house, maybe you bought too many golden grasses. Those farmers in the village, don't they They need something like a broom! There is no difference between being dirty and being clean.” Old John interjected. He felt that as William’s housekeeper, it was necessary for him to stand up and stop William at certain critical moments. certain behaviors.

Although, none of them succeeded!

But Old John felt that this was his mission.

"They will need it soon!" William said with certainty.

Hearing this, Old John only felt that he was getting old, and he was less and less able to understand William's intentions.

How could those pariahs need a broom?

William didn't notice what was going on in Old John's heart. He looked at Charles and asked, "What can I offer you?"

Charles was already fiddling with those golden weeds. Hearing this, he said without raising his head, "Hemp rope, of course, it's okay if you don't have it."

"Is the clothes okay?" The rope is for binding, and William does have two sets of clothes that he doesn't want.

"Clothes?" Charles looked up in surprise, has his lord been so extravagant?

William quickly asked Old John to take out the black clothes of the two killers last time, saying, "Just use them."

"Okay!" Charles understood, he took the two black clothes, then tore the two black clothes into strips, and started to make brooms.