I'm not a lord

Chapter 125 I send troops, you take revenge

Lynn selected Lucas's squadron of fifty men, plus the second brother's fifteen cavalrymen, to escort forty carriages to the lowland tribes near the salt mine.

These wagons were pulled by two strong draft horses and could carry nearly a ton of grain on smooth gravel roads.

This trip alone could provide the lowland tribes with a month's worth of food and exchange it for about 200 tons of coarse salt.

In the early days of the salt mine's operation, the barbaric tribes had to rely on single-person wheelbarrows to transport crude salt and food, which was not only inefficient but also took up a lot of labor.

After all, the distance from the salt mine to the salt trading station is nearly 50 kilometers. It would take at least three or four days to go back and forth just by walking or pushing.

In order to ensure transportation capacity, the lowland tribes had to form a transport team of hundreds of people, pushing wheelbarrows to transport salt and food in an endless stream.

Lin En had previously purchased two hundred draft horses, and immediately transferred forty of them to the lowland tribe, equipped them with carriages, and sent two managers who understood the language of the barbarians to teach the lowland tribe how to raise draft horses.

With draft horses, the lowland tribes saved a lot of labor and the amount of coarse salt provided each month also increased.

As the weather gets cooler, Lynn plans to build several large warehouses near the salt mines.

When winter comes, even if you have draft horses, you should avoid land transportation as much as possible. The severe cold weather will damage the precious animal power, which is not worth the loss.

Once the warehouse is repaired, Lynn will provide the lowland tribes with three to four months of food, which will be stored in the warehouse to help them survive the long winter.

The salt dug by the wasteland dwellers is also temporarily stored in the warehouse and will be transported to the White Bear Territory in the spring of next year.

Lynn sometimes reflects on whether he is too kind-hearted.

As a lord, shouldn't you enslave the people harshly?
They actually took into account factors such as the severe cold weather and prepared winter food for the refugees in advance, and even left salt worth thousands of gold shields lying in the refugees' warehouse more than 50 kilometers away.

The autumn morning light cast a layer of light golden gauze on the White Bear Collar. Forty horse-drawn carts loaded with grain rolled over the gravel road, winding northward with the sound of orderly horse hooves.

Lynn rode a white horse in the middle of the team, with Mira curled up in his arms.

The girl's rosy cheeks could feel the cold autumn wind blowing in her face, which reminded her of the biting cold wasteland.

She had spent her childhood in the wilderness, where the lowland tribes could barely survive.

Relying on fishing, hunting, gathering, and sowing a little cold-resistant oats, the lowland tribes were able to feed nearly 6,000 people.

But even though they had fled to the most barren edge of the wilderness, they still could not escape the fate of being invaded by powerful tribes.

Soon the lowland tribes lost the war, a large number of young and middle-aged tribesmen were killed, and they were forced to flee south.

During the escape, members of the tribe kept falling behind or dying.

When they arrived in the northern part of White Bear Territory, there were less than 4,000 people left in the entire tribe, and most of them were women and children.

The lives of the lowland tribes became increasingly miserable. They lost most of their tools and seeds during their escape and could only survive by hunting and gathering berries.

Although Mira was the daughter of the clan leader, she often lived a hard life with one meal hungry.

Until my brother brought back a bag of rye.

The rye porridge was so delicious that she licked the wooden bowl it came in.

Then her father told her that her husband was the owner of the bag of rye, and as long as she married him, she could eat rye porridge every meal.

Mira nodded without any hesitation.

Any hesitation would be disrespectful to the porridge. Later, she followed her father to the edge of the forest and met her destined husband.

The man was riding a white horse, and his appearance was completely different from the 'people' she knew. He was extremely domineering and pulled her into his arms as soon as they met.

But Mira was not disgusted, and even felt a little happy.

Her husband's strong and broad chest reassured her.

Afterwards, she really lived a good life with enough food to eat every day. Not only could she eat rye porridge, but she could even taste all kinds of delicacies that she could never have imagined.

Mira was grateful for her good luck and hoped that it would last forever.

So she would obey her husband's request without hesitation, whether it was serving as a maid to Miss Leah or learning the common language and complex arithmetic.

She couldn't think of a reason to refuse.

The only regret is that her husband doesn't seem to treat her as a wife, but rather as a daughter.

Before leaving the tribe, her mother taught her how to serve her husband, but she found these skills were completely useless.

But Mira is willing to wait, she knows that one day she will become a qualified wife.

As for now, she was intoxicated in her husband's warm and generous embrace.

His body was like a warm stove and smelled wonderful, just like a goose down quilt bathed in sunlight, possessing a fatal attraction in this cold autumn wind.

Mira spent the entire two-day journey in her husband's arms, and she didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Is it wrong for a wife to snuggle in her husband's arms?

When old Thorward stood in the autumn wind to greet Lynn, this was the scene he saw - his petite daughter curled up in the man's arms, her little face flushed and her eyes sleepy, like a confused rabbit that had just woken up.

What's even more outrageous is that this man was not satisfied with taking away his son and daughter. As soon as he got off the horse, he asked for his only remaining little daughter.

"I've already conquered Shoal Territory. Your son's fiancée has gone to Shoal Territory with her teacher. Little Miss Mira is a bit bored and wants her sister Millie to go over and keep her company."

Lin En's reason is very sufficient. Your daughter is too lonely and needs a sister to play with her. Is this request too much?
What could old Thorward say? Could he refuse?

Fortunately, several of his wives are already pregnant, and by next year they should be able to give him a few more sons and daughters.

The lowland tribes built a large number of caves around the salt mines for living. Although they are ugly in appearance, they are strong and warm enough to withstand the cold wind and snow.

Old Thorward, the patriarch, lived in a stone house east of the salt mine. There was even a simple fireplace in the house, and several rows of dried meat were hung on the beams.

After several months of communication with the White Bear Territory, the lowland tribes had apparently begun to learn the living habits of the southerners.

Millie's appearance and figure are very similar to Mila's. When the two sisters met after several months, they immediately lay on the bed and started whispering to each other.

Lynn sat by the fireplace with old Thorward and talked about business.

"Your son and daughter have talked to me about the past of the lowland tribes. I know that you were driven to the White Bear Territory by other tribes. So, have you ever thought about revenge?"

Facing Lin's question, Old Thorward was obviously hesitant: "Of course I have thought about it, but..."

"I know what you're worried about. What if I send troops to avenge you?"

(End of this chapter)