I built a manor in the Middle Ages

Chapter 1: The Veteran Who Survived After Death
A clear stream gurgles on the green agate-like grass, and a few milky white clouds float in the sapphire-like sky. Under the clouds, a few sika deer are drinking water with their heads down, making deer calls from time to time.

At the end of the grassland, in a broad-leaved forest, a burly figure suddenly broke into this peaceful place, accompanied by the lingering bloodstains and strong smell of rust on the man's body.

The man was obviously extremely exhausted. He struggled to walk to the edge of the stream and immediately fell down. With a flutter, he threw the three-foot cross sword aside. At the same time, his head, without the helmet, fell in front of the stream, greedily swallowing the sweet stream water in big gulps.

I don't know how long he drank until the dryness in his throat disappeared. The man took out half a piece of dried bacon from his arms and swallowed it in three or two mouthfuls. Only then did he have time to observe the surrounding environment.

The man named Luc looked at the picturesque scenery in confusion, with only endless melancholy and hesitation in his heart.

He is a veteran, but at first, he was just a farmer.

When the kingdom sounded the clarion call for war, the plowshares turned into swords, and he was summoned by the lord and had no choice but to join the expedition.

Because he was a free farmer with considerable wealth, he was lucky enough to have a set of rusty half-length short-sleeved chain mail armor, and thanks to this armor, he managed to survive several battles.

But his luck always ran out, and finally, during a surprise attack, he was hit on the head by a fierce porter with a mace and died on the spot.
That’s right, the current Luc is no longer Luc. He is a stranger from a land even farther away than the original Luc.

Luc stood up, leaning on his sword, and looked out into the distance. The meadow wasn't large, but mostly covered with forests like the one behind him.

The stream flows downstream and eventually flows into a green river about two hundred feet wide.

Luc stood on the other side of the river. Surrounding the forests, grasslands and river were green mountains.

"This is where?"

Luc frowned. He inherited the original owner's memory, but he couldn't find any information about this place. There was no sign of human activity around. Only the female elk leading the herd raised her head and looked at him, as if observing whether this uninvited guest posed a threat to them.

"How long have I been walking? Or how long have I been dead to end up in this place?"

Luc held his forehead and sighed. The raid in which he died was too hasty. There was no time for the enemy to remove their armor. When Luc opened his eyes again, he didn't know how much time had passed. However, the corpses that had not decayed told him that the battle was not over completely. In order to survive, Luc groped for some bread and dried meat from several dead soldiers, picked up a shield and an armed axe, and started his escape.
——He didn't want to continue fighting for others on the battlefield.

Luc ran all the way until he had eaten all the food. In fact, there was not much to eat: half a piece of bacon, three pieces of black bread and one-third of salt fish. Who could eat it?

"Now that we're here, there's no need to go back!"

Luc observed for a while and made up his mind.

What could an ordinary peasant soldier with no money, no status, and no bloodline do in the Middle Ages?
And what is there to be nostalgic about in the dilapidated wooden house in the village, the small piece of land where people planted cabbages and wheat every day without being allowed to apply manure, and had to give one tenth of the harvest to the Church and one tenth to the lord?
From time to time, you have to face the lord's call. Even if you want to catch a fish, you have to get the lord's consent, because the fish belongs to the lord; if you want to use the mill to grind flour, you not only have to get the lord's consent but also pay money, because the mill also belongs to the lord; even if you want to use the hot stove to eat some hot food, you have to look at the fucking lord's mood, because the hot stove also belongs to the lord!

I finally got a chance to live again, but if I have to please my mother in everything, then isn't it a waste of my life?

After figuring it out, Luc rested for a while, then slowly stood up and took off his chain mail with difficulty. If he didn't value his life, he would never choose to wear armor weighing twenty pounds often.

He put the mail in the grass, picked up two stones as a mark, and took out all the tools he had:

A cross sword, a seven-inch dagger, a two-foot arming axe and mattock, a shield, and a flint.

This will be all the tools I need to open up new land in the future.
Luc sorted the items into categories, stood up, and surveyed the forest. The most basic necessities of life were food, clothing, shelter, and transportation. Besides his chain mail, his linen tunic and breeches were sufficient for the time being. He wasn't planning on traveling far, so two legs would suffice. Food and shelter were the most pressing issues.
Through the scattered trees at the edge of the forest, there is a relatively flat piece of land in the center of the green mountains, rivers and forests, which may be a good place to build a house.

But before that, Luc had to take care of dinner.

Although it was just afternoon, Luc couldn't really wait until night to find food.

Looking around, he saw that the herd of elk drinking water was about two hundred yards away. Their size was almost equal to his own height, so Luc gave up hunting them.

"Hare."

Luc narrowed his eyes slightly. Hares are not easy to catch, but he couldn't find any other animals at the moment.
After thinking for a while, Luc came up with an idea. He picked up the mattock and walked towards the hare eating grass nearby. Hearing someone approaching, the gray hare immediately raised its head vigilantly, staring at the newcomer with its round eyes. Seeing that Luc was still approaching, it immediately bent its legs, stepped forward with its front hooves, and rushed several meters away in the blink of an eye!

Luke ignored it and let the other party go away, stopping at the place where the hare had just stopped.

I bent a thin tree trunk next to me and found it was quite tough. Then I lowered my body and used the sharp side of the mattock to remove the feces and weeds. Then I used the wider side to start digging.

The smell of damp earth hit me as I dug deeper. From time to time, I encountered some gravel and roots. After removing them and pulling them up, black insects rushed out in panic and fled everywhere.

After a while, a shallow pit about half a foot deep and two feet long and wide appeared in front of us.

Luc straightened up and stretched his spine, glanced at the hare that did not return to the hole, and smiled knowingly. He had observed before that this was probably where the grass was the tenderest. The hare might have never seen humans and was reluctant to leave like this.

Luc ignored it, rubbed his muscles and bones, and started looking for short branches again. He picked up about seven or eight in the forest, then returned to his place of residence, retrieved his armed axe, and chopped off a large section of vines.

After gathering all the things, he returned to the shallow pit and first used two short vines cut with a knife to tie the three branches into a swastika shape and rammed them into the soil. Then he took a small stick about the length of a thumb and tied it to the long vine, and tied the other end firmly to the thin trunk.

After finishing everything, Luc used force to bend the thin trunk downwards until it was in a half-moon shape, and carefully stuck the small stick in the swastika stake. Then he used the extra vines to make a circle and dropped it into the pit. He then gently laid other branches upright on it, and finally covered the weeds that had been shoveled away before, and put a few ears of green grass roots on it. Everything was done!
At this time, the sun had shifted a few points to the west. Luke returned to the starting point and began to wait slowly.

There were many insects and mosquitoes in the forest. Luke was bitten several times while setting the trap, which made him feel uncomfortable.
After a long while, there was finally movement in the bushes. The hare that had been away for a while reappeared and began to slowly move towards the trap.
But the hare was very cautious. It shook its head and looked around, nibbled a few bites of grass, and when it saw that there seemed to be no problem, it continued to move forward.
Luke's figure had disappeared for a long time. The hare felt relieved and jumped to the trap little by little. The fragrant roots attracted its attention. It took a few steps forward, but unexpectedly, the grass suddenly sank as soon as its hind paws touched the ground!
The sudden movement startled the hare and made it jump in panic, but it was too late. The overturned branches had already triggered the fall of the wooden stick. The bent thin tree bounced up with a whoosh, causing the vine ring in the pit to shrink rapidly, and with a snap, it firmly tied the hare's hind legs as it was about to jump!
In an instant, the thin tree straightened up, waiting for Luc to get up after hearing the sound, and he saw a struggling hare hanging upside down next to the shaking branches!

"Good job!"

Luc waved his fist excitedly. To be honest, apart from catching sparrows before, this was the first time he had set a trap properly. Although catching rabbits was time-consuming and beyond Luc's expectations, the victory in the first battle still gave him more confidence in surviving in the new land.

Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long. When Luc killed the hare and cut open its belly, he went to the stream to clean it. Looking at the fat fish running around at the bottom of the water, Luc suddenly felt that his IQ was a little low.

Why not catch a few fish to eat first?
After working for a while, dusk was approaching. Luc lit a bonfire with a flint and placed the rabbit meat on a wooden rack. Listening to the unknown birds singing in the distance and feeling the crackling of the flames in front of him, an unknown sense of loneliness surged into Luc's heart.

“This will be the beginning of my new life!”

Luc took a bite of rabbit meat and muttered to himself.

(End of this chapter)