Many of the families of Baron Quinier's private soldiers were ruthlessly driven out of the fiefs that were rewarded for their families. Some families who saw the situation and the leaders who were familiar with them came to the wooden fort in the village of Esbai and asked for forgiveness from the lord.

Perhaps there are honest, kind and hardworking people among the expelled people, but this cannot make Simon take back the order. Changing the order every day will reduce the authority of the lord. When there is such an expulsion order next time, will everyone beg for mercy and beg for mercy and avoid punishment?

However, among the people who came to plead this time, Father James and the priest. As servants of God, they expressed dissatisfaction with Simon's practice of expelling women and children to death.

Simon also thought about it carefully.

I finally returned the holy relics of the Lair Monastery and purchased the "rotten" grapes of the church to exchange for the bishops' appreciation and a chance to protect them. If it is not necessary, I should not do anything cruel in the eyes of the monks, and reduce my hard-won reputation.

"It's really troublesome." Simon rubbed his sore temples.

To expel them and leave them a way out, Simon thought, would he have to send a team of soldiers to respectfully escort the families of these private soldiers to the nearest town?

Suddenly, a good way to win the heart of Simon.

"I can expel them from the fiefs and let them clear the land in the forests of the territory. The land they have opened up and the crops they have produced, except for a small ration left, the rest belongs to me."

In this way, the women and children were expelled from the fiefdom homes on which they depended for survival, but they would not die on the way out of the territory. While accepting the punishment they deserved, they could also produce food for Simon, and the church would not have any objection.

"Let's do this, the decree for expelling fiefs remains unchanged, but we can send them to the Dehes Forest to clear the land. In each season of taxation, all the other crops produced are handed over to the granary of the village of Esbai." Simon said to Father James.

"Thank you for your kindness, Lord Simon," Father James's tense face calmed down, "at least we don't have to see the poor old women and children going to die."

"There must be something hateful to poor people." Simon shook his head.

"In my opinion, what these poor people need is redemption." Priest Hanns disagreed with Simon's point of view, with mercy on his face, and it seemed that he had a kind heart.

Simon thought to himself that it was almost time to wrap a string of coral rosary engraved with "Love is better than anything" on the priest's arm.

"Yes, priest Hanns," Simon took a sip of wine and moistened his voice, and glanced at the priest, "if your salvation can make them honestly clear the land next, and no longer be hostile to me, I will certainly be happy to forgive them."

"I can try it, but God will make me successful." Priest Hanns did not dare to say all the words at this time.

When Simon, Father James and Priest Hanns walked out of the castle tower, the inner castle field outside was filled with villagers who came to petition and families of private soldiers who came with their luggage and children to ask for forgiveness.

Brown is Simon's first impression.

Except for a few free farmers wearing faded colorful clothes, most of the villagers were standing bustling on the yellow-brown land of Neibao Field, chattering against the backdrop of the ochre-brown wooden walls.

When the priest, who was trusted by the villagers, announced Simon's decision, most of the family members of the private soldiers who were about to be expelled could accept this result and left in relief.

For them, compared to losing everything, losing the protection of the lord, being expelled from the familiar countryside and facing the dark world outside, this is already a good result, and at least there is still a place to live.

As for the hatred of Simon? The situation is stronger than that of others, they can only hide this hatred in their hearts first.

However, Simon still noticed that some private soldiers still had disappointment and anger on their faces. Perhaps in their opinion, what Simon should do is to abolish the decree to expel them and allow them to continue living on the fief, rather than digging up the land with great fatigue, and in the end they will get nothing, just not be starved to death.

"It seems that if some people do not experience real pain, they will imagine more and more unrequited benefits, and eventually turn into stronger resentment." Simon frowned. It depends on how the priest redeems the so-called lambs he mentioned.

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After lunch, Simon rested for a while, then rode on his "lucky" and rode with the stonemason Ryan towards the direction of the mill by the river.

In fact, yesterday, the people who came to Esbai Village from Folder to participate in the congratulations crossed the river and returned, but Lean was left alone by Simon.

Simon and Lean shared his plan - to build a new ferry and a trading point in the large open space next to the mill in the village of Esbai.

No one came to Esbai village to cross the river before, mainly because the miller's boat could not help the caravan and a large amount of cargo to safely reach the other side of the river.

It is OK to split the goods into many trips and transport them to the other side, but the miller's asking price is far higher than the ferry ports with ferries in the north and south. No businessman is so stupid that he spends more money to cause more trouble for himself.

If Simon wants to develop business in his territory, he must first improve transportation within the territory. It is very necessary to build new ferry crossings and expand and repair roads.

As for why not build a wooden bridge or floating bridge to connect the village of Folder on the other side, you can see that the cost will definitely be very high when you look at the wide surface of the Rhine River.

In addition, since there are often ships coming and going on the river, this means that Simon is best to build a wooden bridge with a higher hole, which requires much more than building a new ferry.

"That place is suitable for building a ferry," Lean pointed to a river bank slightly concave into the inner bank in the distance. "It is not difficult to build a ferry, but it is difficult to find a boat for crossing the river."

"I know a Baron who is on the beach, and maybe he can help me find ready-made ferries or boatmakers." Simon remembered Baron Red whom he met at Baron Issel.

"Very good, next is the market," Lyan looked at the empty grass by the river, and outlined various buildings that rose up in his mind. "Maybe the flat land in front of the ferry is good. The land here is flat, and we can build a tax house next to the ferry, which can easily collect transaction taxes and river crossing fees."

"Yes, I've recorded it." Simon nodded. He was looking forward to this deserted grassland becoming a crowded market in the future.

"As for guards, businessmen and residents' houses, they can be built on the hillside," Lean pointed to the gentle slope behind the open space, "This is also conducive to drainage, and there will be no water accumulation in residential areas when it rains heavily."

The basic plan is completed.

Simon thought that there was still a blacksmith in his territory. Baron Quinier's blacksmith went to the Principality of Flanders with his heirs, leaving only a snot-free helper, a heavy anvil and a coal-burning stove in his blacksmith shop.

It's funny, according to the villagers, the blacksmith's helper has not received a decent reward for several years. Every time he is slapped by the blacksmith with various reasons. If he really can't get it, he will give him some pocket money to reward him, or ask him to drink a drink in the tavern.

This helper is also quite dull. Perhaps because of his miserable wandering experience, in his opinion, it is already very good to have a job that includes food and accommodation.

This time, the blacksmith went to the Principality of Flanders to make a living with his escaped heirs, and he treated the items that could not be taken away from the blacksmith shop as wages that he had been owed over the years to the helper. Unfortunately, the dull helper would not do anything after leaving the blacksmith, which made Simon's mind-wrenching.

Also, now that everything has stabilized, Simon thought it was time for him to meet the Lind brother who was a monk at Deventel Church.

"Lian, let's go back first. If you want to build a new trade point, you need to prepare a lot of things and deal with a lot of things."

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The morning of the next day was broken by screams and exclamations.

"What happened?" People rubbed their sleepy eyes and poked their heads out of the window. Some people had curiosity on their faces, while others had the dissatisfaction of Qingmeng being disturbed.

"The cow I raised is dead, and the sheep is dead!" Theodore's hands were covered with blood and walked towards the lord's wooden fort in a mournful manner. Hay and soil were stuck on his face, and tears were poured down.

"You can't go in."

Two half-sleeping guards at the entrance of the Mubao were shocked and quickly picked up their spears to block the crazy guy. God knows what he wants to do.

"Please let me go in and see the lord. Someone murdered his cows and sheep!" Theodore said in shock and fear. Since he helped the lord raise animals, now that the animals are dead, he must have a responsibility as a shepherd.

"Wait a minute, I'll ask if the lord has risen," one of the guards pressed Theodore's shoulder, signaling him to calm down and wait in place, and then said to the other guard next to him, "Look at him."

After the guards said that, they walked into the inner castle field from the entrance of the wooden fort. After a while, Theodore was told that he could go in and see the lord.

Simon was wearing casual clothes and sitting on the backrest chair, and the shepherd in front of him looked very embarrassed.

Everyone said that Theodore was an honest man, so Baron Quinnier trusted him to hand over the beast to raise.

"Calm down," Simon pressed his hands at Theodore, who was gasping for breath. "Little Klein, give him a beer first."

"Thanks."

Theodore took the wooden cup without hesitation and drank it all, then placed the cup on the large oak table next to it, lifted up the hem of his clothes and wiped the tears from his face, trying to make himself look more decent in front of the lord.
Chapter completed!