I built a manor in the Middle Ages

Chapter 165 Viscount Moore
After the snowstorm, the weather seemed to have changed. Not only was there no more extreme weather, but there were not even a few heavy snowfalls. It was still as cold as before.

In the coolness, Luc spent the most comfortable two months so far.

Due to food shortages, all large-scale construction projects were suspended and everyone's rations returned to two meals a day, but the thick wheat paste was still better than the serfs' previous winters.

Of course, Luc is not included.

No matter how short of food there is, Luke's food is indispensable.

Turnips, lettuce, parsnips.

Eggs, cheese, buttered white bread.

and fresh lamb and pork without salted fish, bacon, or frozen meat.

In the year of the snowstorm, when most places were suffering from hunger and cold, Luc was eating a lot of delicious food.

When he got tired of eating, he would go out to practice military training and ride horses. If he had nothing to do, he would spend time with Dusi to strengthen his relationship as a couple.

In short, compared with last winter, Luc, who had a castle and a wife, fully enjoyed the treatment of a feudal ruler - although he was the lowest-level ruler.

Before we knew it, winter had passed quietly.

"That's it for today. Starting tomorrow, you don't have to come every day. You can practice once a week!"

It was still chilly in the lingering chill of early spring, but that didn't stop Luke and the others from feeling hot all over. After stabilizing their breath a little, they took off their heavy chain mail with Ryan's help.

The six soldiers of different heights standing in front of Luc were all sweating profusely. They looked happy when they heard Luc's words. It was not because they had no training. After all, the harder the training, the more meat they could eat. From this point of view, it was a good thing.

They were happy because the land was finally going to be divided!
"Tell Amy to reorganize the picking team and go into the mountains to see if there are any early-ripening fruits. It's time to go fishing. The ice is thin now, so it's a good time to break it up and use the nets to catch fish. Let's replenish the food supply first."

The thick snow that blocked the mountains gradually melted away, and the first thing Old Eike recorded after he came to the station was to continue looking for food.

Yes, Luc himself eats well, but he still has dozens of mouths waiting to be fed.

"The second thing is, after we replenish our food supplies, we should quickly build the remaining wooden wall. A half-and-half wall is really ugly. Also, I have a feeling that this period of time will be the most rampant among bandits."

The Barony was not at peace for two months. There were rumors that an army of more than ten people appeared from nowhere during this period. They were well-equipped and attacked the granaries of small villages and robbed caravans. The construction of the wooden wall was a reassurance to Luc and everyone else.

"As for reclaiming the wasteland, leave it for last. I'll come back and personally oversee it!"

"No problem, sir. By the way, do you want to make a few more farm tools during this period?" Old Eike wrote furiously. He also had a reed pen, which made a clicking sound as it tapped on the wooden board.

After Luke finished speaking, he asked Ryan to prepare the horses. He nodded when he heard what Old Eike said, "Yes, you reminded me well. Go call little Maiman and leave this matter to him. Also, as we agreed before, have him start preparing to build a cabin in the lumberyard."

"Yes!"

As Old Eck left, the other soldiers left, leaving only Ryan and Jill. After preparing the horses' equipment, they used the mules that had been raised for two months to regain their shiny coats and strong bodies to pull the sled, preparing to head to Telf Bridge.

The sled was loaded with charcoal. Yes, it was time for the Hoffman caravan to arrive again.

Riding on a camouflaged warhorse and accompanied by two well-equipped soldiers, Luc now had three sets of leather armor and four leather-covered round shields under his command, not including five Viking round shields without leather coverings and four Germanic small shields.

The three of them walked through the lush forest, and Luc was secretly thinking about this transaction. If nothing unexpected happened, this transaction would completely change the commodity structure of the Hoffman caravan!

……

"Here's a four-pound dividend. Take it."

Hoffman was thinner than before, but in better spirits. The snowstorm did not prevent the businessman from making money. Instead, the price of charcoal rose, allowing him to make a small profit.

"But if the tariffs are higher for the lords of various places, I can give you an extra pound!"

But where there are happy things, there are sad things. Hoffman couldn't help but sigh when he mentioned this.

After cursing Berry and others, he collected all the charcoal. The middle-aged merchant, who had exchanged 90% of the goods for charcoal, spent a long time digging from the mule's back and handed Luke two linen packages.

Hofman pursed his lips and said, "Here, the olive seeds you asked for."

"Oh? Are they really olives?" Luc opened the package in surprise. He just mentioned it casually at the beginning, but now he really brought it?
"It's just a small matter. We are partners after all. Oh, and the other package contains another plant I collected from Bavaria. It's called gentian. I don't know what it is exactly, but since you still want seeds, I'll just bring it to you. Don't worry, there's no charge."

Luc weighed the bundle of crops, a sight he had never seen before, and nodded in thanks. Perhaps because of the profits, Hoffman's caravan had expanded considerably, now numbering fifteen or sixteen people. Luc thought for a moment, then handed Hoffman his ten pounds and Hugo's letter. "I know you'll be passing through Auvergne," he said. "I hope you can negotiate with Viscount Moore while you're in Upper Auvergne and help me purchase a batch of excellent mountain horses."

A group of excellent mountain horses along with saddles and other equipment only cost about seven pounds, and the remaining three pounds was of course the reward. Hoffman did not refuse. He was of course happy to do anything that could make money, but he was shocked when he heard the name Viscount Moore.

He widened his eyes in disbelief and said, "My friend, you also know Viscount Moore?!"

The County of Auvergne was not a unified regime, just like the Duchy of Burgundy, it was a loose mess, or rather, almost all regions in the Middle Ages were like this.

Auvergne is divided into two parts, the north is mostly mountainous and the south is mostly plains. Although the Count of Auvergne is the ruler of a country, he still cannot control all the lords. Among them, the Viscount of Moor in the north is the most important. He owns a military camp rooted on the top of the mountain, trains his troops, and is implicitly competing with the Count.

Hoffman had certainly heard of such a great nobleman, but he had never had any contact with him.

"I don't know him, but with this letter, it won't be difficult to buy a horse."

Under Hoffman's obscure gaze, he took the wax letter and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Knight Luc, when I came from Bavaria, I heard that Upper Lorraine had been recaptured under the leadership of that Luxembourger. Do you want to go back?"

".Not for now."

As Hoffmann walked away, Luc took the five sous that Telfbridge had paid for two months and returned to the manor.

Luc now had a total of seven pounds and five sous, a total of one thousand seven hundred and forty pfennigs.

That's all the cash he has.

(End of this chapter)