After wandering around the village with the priest, Simon had many new ideas.

First of all, Simon felt that a blacksmith was needed in the village now.

Blacksmith is one of the most important professions in the Middle Ages. There is a blacksmith outside almost every castle or village, either good at making farm tools, good at making weapons, or good at making armor.

In Simon's memory, the blacksmith in the village below Dorstenburg was a thin and capable man who was good at making sickles, ploughs, rakes, and hoes.

He occasionally created iron spearheads at the request of Simon's father, but more of them were to create sharper and more durable military sickles and military rakes for the soldiers. Sometimes, Baron Carl from the next door would send people to deliver orders.

In this era of chaos and war, every blacksmith who could build weapons was a treasure held by the lords in their arms in various territories. Simon really didn't know where to recruit a blacksmith to settle in his territory and build a new blacksmith shop.

In addition, if Simon wants to build a corner tower in the southwest corner of the village wall that can place casting tools, a large number of rivets are indispensable. From this point of view, Simon can't get around the blacksmith's level in the end.

"It seems that tools and iron tools can only be ordered from the blacksmith in Dorstenburg." Simon shook his head helplessly.

The reason why the village was able to quickly build so many houses and renovate the fort walls and lord towers two months ago was thanks to the stonemasons, carpenters, house builders, skilled construction workers, and a variety of complete materials sent by the Cologne Church.

Simon could have asked the priest to write a letter to ask the bishop for help, and to send him some craftsmen and building materials again. But he did not want to waste this precious favor just for a blacksmith shop and a trench corner building.

In addition, Simon also noticed that in his territory, farmers were still using the original dry plows and rubbing plows.

During the last trip, Simon often saw wealthy villages near the capital Dresden and Meissen areas, which used heavy plows introduced from the Slavic region, but it was rare in the rural areas of other vast territories in the kingdom, including the Earl of Berg.

Simon thought that no matter what, he would have to get a heavy plow into the territory.

Just put on a horse and another horse-leading person, and the productivity can be greatly improved. The quality of the plowed land is much higher than that of the farmers, who have a deep and shallow pit. Why not do it?

Simon knew how to make heavy plows, but the territory now lacked carpenters. As the lord, he could not make it himself, but it inevitably attracted criticism.

"There are really scarce talents in the territory now," Simon couldn't help but feel powerless and sighed, "Oh, it seems that Fatty and Gabriel will have to be sent to the town of Dusseldorf and Port Aberdoron to recruit craftsmen."

The sun was rising higher and higher, and it was almost noon now. Simon said goodbye to the priest at the entrance of the church and came to the winery in the village with the fat man.

The winery is not complicated. The main building is a thatched wooden house. There is a straw shed connected to the house in front of the house. There are many winemaking tools and a set of oak tables and chairs for people to drink and have fun.

Several militia and villagers sat in groups of three or three on the oak table and chairs. They were eating the porridge they brought from their homes on the table, drinking cheap red wine and rye beer. When Simon was coming, they stood up like frightened little rabbits and saluted Simon.

Simon waved his hand and asked the old brewer where he was, but they all shook their heads, which had become heavy and dull because of the alcohol, with a confused look on their faces.

There was only a slightly drunk and sober young man who looked relatively sober, saying that perhaps Simon could find an old brewer in the yard behind the brewery, who was digging a wine cellar with Alice.

Simon asked the fat man to wait in front of the winery, then opened the door and walked through the wooden house where the old winemaker placed beds and various raw wine barrels. As the young man said, he found the old winemaker in the backyard of the winery.

This kind-hearted old man smiled as reassuring as a quiet stream when he saw Simon.

"Master, we have been digging this wine cellar since autumn. Now the depth is almost the same. Just build it with stones and install the cellar door, and the wine we brew can be moved into our new home!" The old winemaker introduced to Simon happily.

In addition, he also planned to collect a large amount of ice and snow after the wine cellar was built and stored in it with the barrel. In this way, even in the hot summer, Simon could enjoy a cool and refreshing frozen wine in the territory.

Speaking of this, the old brewer suddenly thought of something. He asked Alice and a hired friend to continue digging the cellar, and he led Simon to the side room of the wooden house.

The old brewer took off a clean wooden cup from the wooden shelf by the wall, walked to the corner of the warehouse, and carefully uncovered the barrel lid of a wooden barrel.

For a moment, Simon smelled a rich and fragrant fruity aroma. He looked into the barrel and saw that the wine, which was as golden as wheat ears, shone brightly under the winter sun shining in outside the window.

"Please, please."

The old winemaker's hands trembled and scooped out a glass of precious wine from the barrel, and carefully handed it to Simon, for fear that even a drop of precious wine would fall to the ground. In his opinion, this was an absolutely unforgivable waste.

"It's really good. It's a beautiful job to make such a delicious expensive wine. It's really unreasonable to not give you a little reward." Simon held the wooden cup and took a sip, exclaiming sincerely.

Seeing that the wine you brewed can get such high praise from the lord, the old brewer couldn't stop smiling. What else can be happier than the things you made by yourself to get appreciated by others?

Simon gave the old winemaker ten silver coins to win, and then discussed with him the matter of opening a tavern in the village.

The old guy with a red face patted his chest confidently, promising confidently that he could handle the source of the wine in the tavern by then, and even help Simon manage the tavern.

This made Simon very satisfied. He exempted the old winemaker from owing him tools and the money spent on building the winery. In exchange, the price of the wine provided by the old winemaker to Simon's tavern will be more than 40% lower than that of his peers.

"Hu!" After coming out of the winery, Simon stretched and walked back to the wooden fort with the fat man.

…………………

The winter afternoon is lazy and sleepy.

Miller, who was patrolling the new village wall, wore a soft armor cap and a pointed Norman helmet, wearing thick soft armor and Sir Kuhn's chain mail given by Simon, was wearing a green burqa with the Dorsten family's heraldic emblem, and a sharp armed sword around his waist.

Not to mention those poor wandering knights, even those with affordable economic conditions in the territory may not be better than the equipment on Miller.

As Simon appointed captain of the Foldberg Militia, Miller gained Simon's further trust after loyally following Simon to Dresden, so he was qualified to wear these enviable armor equipment.

"Look, is that Miller? I thought some noble master came to our village!" On the oak table in the brewery, a middle-aged thick-browed villager took a sip of beer, rubbed his eyes, and said in disbelief.

"Yes, who would have thought that the children of our village miller would be today? At that time, everyone thought that Miller would be the most likely to become a new miller who was as cunning as his father." The young squirrel's eyes could not be removed from Miller's shiny chain mail at all, and he was very envious.

"Oh, maybe it's inheriting the blood of his father Dietmar. You know, being a miller requires not only cunning, but also a strong body and extraordinary courage. Only with such conditions can one stand out in front of the lord." The young serf said, sighing and shook his head.

"When it comes to his cunning father Dietmar, there are not many rumors in the village. Dietmar often secretly contacts some unknown people and makes some unscrupulous money? But who knew that his son became the leader of the soldier appointed by Master Simon in a righteous manner. This is really ironic!" The middle-aged and thick-eyed villager curled his lips, and seemed to believe in the rumors.

Since the mill in the village of Fold is located by the Rhine River north of the village and is a little far from the village, the miller Dietmar often becomes the target of rumors in the village.

The villagers' accusations against him were varied, from selling flour for a shortage of weight to stealing locks and trading stolen goods, to digging people's graves and stealing burial objects to provide shelter for wizards and witches, to privately contacting pagans and hooking up with the devil to learn black magic... It is becoming more and more outrageous, but what is even more outrageous is that there are still a few ignorant villagers who believe in the serious slander and slander behind them.

Miller was not aware of the villagers' discussions about him and his father. At this time, he was performing his duties, inspecting the village and supervising whether the militia were standing guard seriously.

Fortunately, Miller is still young, and the injuries he suffered in Cologne and Dresden in the previous few times were able to recover well without any sequelae.

"Hey, Miller, I'm back!"

"Miller, have you added a few new scars?"

"Miller, tell me about your journey with the master."

Many militia would greet Miller enthusiastically after seeing him and ask him to share his experiences during the trip.

The flower world outside is what these young militias who stand guard in the village every day and have never left the village several times longed for.
Chapter completed!