I built a manor in the Middle Ages

Chapter 23 The Land Blessed by God

"My Lord, you are a nobleman, aren't you?"

Putting down the ceramic bowl that was cleaner than a dog lick, Ryan looked at Luke who was eating much slower than him and suddenly asked.

"noble?"

Luc drank the hot soup to ward off the cold. The nights in Burgundy in mid-November were no longer as comfortable as before, and were even getting colder.

Ryan's swift eating didn't bother Luc. Although he had set a rule for Ryan that he wasn't allowed to be disrespectful to him, it was just a simple meal. Luc, who had a more advanced civilization background, wouldn't be so fussy about it. He just listened to Ryan's astonishing words and said with a smile:
"What makes you think I'm a noble? Have you ever seen a noble as down and out as me?"

Luc's attire was nothing like that of an aristocrat; it was all linen, with only a deerskin coat on the outside.

Luc waved his hand: "Don't think too much, I'm just a civilian."

Seeing Luc's denial, Ryan didn't ask any more questions, but he didn't agree in his heart. It wasn't that Ryan was arbitrary, but after a day of contact, he always felt that Luc was not like a civilian.

Ryan has seen many common people, and it can be said that he himself is one of them. No matter they are wealthy free farmers, poor serfs or more prestigious blacksmiths and carpenters, they may be stingy, cunning or honest, but without exception, they all have one common characteristic - vulgarity and barbarism.

This has nothing to do with status, but rather with the knowledge and education received. Just like Ryan saw some knights, apart from their different status from commoners, he didn't see any aristocratic qualities.
In Luc, Ryan could always sense the temperament of a once respected priest in the village, but there were also differences. For example, Luc also had a strong soldier spirit.

"Ryan, your father is a carpenter, right?"

While Luke was daydreaming, Ryan finished his meal and took the initiative to clean the pottery. He heard Luke say, "Then can you tell me how much of your father's skills you inherited?"

"master"

Ryan turned around and bowed, then mentioned his area of ​​expertise and began to talk:
"I'm not bragging, but my father was once the best carpenter in our village. He could make tables and chairs, not to mention the wheels and bodies of carriages and carts, the beams, doors and windows of wooden houses, as well as wooden bowls, basins, spoons, plows, cakes, and barrels. There was nothing he couldn't do. People even came to him for advice on building wooden houses."

"Although I'm not as skilled as my father, I have no problem with most woodworking. In fact, Master, you don't even need to buy so much pottery at the beginning. I can make many utensils out of wood."

Luke nodded frequently, it seemed that buying back Ryan was a good decision.

"Master, do you want me to continue to work as a carpenter?"

As he was speaking, Ryan suddenly raised his head, with hope in his eyes. This was his family heirloom skill, and he liked it very much.

"Yes and no. You'll know in a day."

Luc took off his deerskin and prepared to sleep:

"Now that things have come to this, I'll tell you the truth. I bought you because I need to open up a barren piece of land, and your carpentry will be of great help to me. But you should understand that opening up land is not just about carpentry. There are many other things that need to be built. Now that I've bought you, you must be mentally prepared. Don't worry, although the work will be tiring, you will have enough to eat and drink."

Legally, slaves are the property of their masters, but no one would be so foolish as to give up the opportunity to escape and instead willingly become a slave.

But now that they have entered the vast mountains, Luke is not worried that the other party will escape. In the wild mountains and wilderness, there is no food, and escape will only lead to death.

Besides, after hearing what Luc said, Ryan had no intention of running away.

Reclaiming wasteland? Reclaiming wasteland is nothing, as long as it's not for escaping famine.
And judging by the deerskin and broth they gave him to keep warm, Master Luc didn't seem to be a tyrannical person. Ryan guarded the first half of the night, while Luc guarded the second, and the two of them spent the night in the forest.

At noon the next day, the group finally returned to the cabin along the river.

The river gurgled by, looking at the building in front, little Charlie didn't say anything, but Ryan opened his mouth wide first.

"Master, is this the barren land you mentioned?"

Right in front of him, hidden by a few trees, was a wall that looked like a fence, but in Ryan's eyes, it looked more like a military fence. It surrounded a small house, and a pair of huge deer antlers could be seen clearly even from a distance.
No wonder Master Luc has so much deerskin and meat, it turns out he hunted such a big red deer
In addition, the corpses of three wild wolves, with only skeletons left, were nailed to wooden stakes a few steps away, adding a solemn and murderous atmosphere to the land.

As he got closer, the scene that surprised Ryan the most appeared:
A lush field of rye seedlings covered one-fifth of an acre of land, their dozen-inch-tall swaying in the wind and emitting a unique, rich fragrance.

Ryan is indeed a family of carpenters, but that does not mean they don't farm. On the contrary, farming is their main occupation, and carpentry is just a side job.

Ryan, who also had farming experience, immediately noticed that the grain growth on this land was beyond description—absurdly good! He had never encountered such lush wheat seedlings in Provence or Copper Castle.
"Master, what's with all this rye?"

Ryan's speech speed unconsciously slowed down, and he looked at Luke with wide eyes, his pupils full of shock.

"Nothing, I just used some special methods. Don't worry, it's not witchcraft, it's an upright method. Well, you can think of it as being inspired by God."

Luc knew very well how influential the church was today. Even if they were his slaves, he could not let them think he was a cultist.

Sure enough, after hearing Luc's explanation, Ryan first made the sign of the cross on his chest with respect, and then said happily:
"Master, this must be a land blessed by God, and you are also a person blessed by God!"

Ryan was very happy at this moment. He was happy not only because he witnessed the growth of the magical grains, but also because he was about to survive on this land. As long as he did not violate Master Luke's rules, he would usher in a new life on this land!
Even if he was a slave.

"Ryan, you should have seen my house. To be honest, it's not really a residence at all. It can't accommodate the two of us. So I plan to build a real wooden house on the land on the other side. Do you have any good suggestions?"

Luc is a man of action. On the first day that carpenter Ryan returned home, he began to plan the construction of a real wooden house.

Ryan pondered the direction of Luc's finger for a while, and then said:

"Master, I don't recommend starting construction now."

"Winter is coming soon. We won't be able to finish building the cabin before the snow starts."

"Master, how about we expand the current cabin first, and then build a new cabin next year before the wheat is ripe?"

"Makes sense."

Luc nodded, "But before that, we need to build another important building."

"what?"

"The mill!"

(End of this chapter)