Hearing Simon's voice, the villagers stopped in confusion.

"Today is a special day. We solemnly bid farewell to the two heroic warriors. They sacrificed their lives for everyone's safety and protected everyone from bandits. Therefore, I think they deserve the respect of all of us."

Many villagers were shocked. In their concept, if the peasant soldier recruited by the lord died on the battlefield, it would be his own bad luck, and it would be an ordinary thing.

And those nobles who were lords always only care about their own interests. They have never heard of any noble since they were born saying the word "respect" to these dead conscripted farmers.

"Bah, after all, it's not for your damn rich spoils. Who are you fooling around here now?" An old serf who was farming the public field thought to himself, and stood behind the crowd and spit out a mouthful of phlegm on the ground with disdain.

There were many villagers who had the same idea. A few days ago, they saw the jealous spoils on the carriage being transported into the tent, and the poor family of the war dead could not even afford the money to make the Holy Body Cake and borrowed money everywhere.

"I have never treated heroes unfairly, nor have I treated the warriors who are desperate in battles," said Simon, who took out a silver silver coin from the small cloth bag he carried with him and handed it to the priest. "Dear priest, please give these two warriors three more Masses."

"Thank you for your kindness and generosity, Lord Simon." The pastor took the silver coin, pointed it on his forehead, left and right shoulders, and then made a cross on his chest.

Some villagers who had mocking and hostility in their eyes relaxed a lot at this time.

It is generally believed that after a person dies, the more mass the clergy performs for him, the faster the deceased will ascend to heaven. This is exactly the only long-cherished wish of these villagers after their death.

"At the same time, I believe that the brothers who died in battle would not want to see their family suffer after they left," Simon looked at the villagers in front of him and shouted. "I hereby announce a decree that soldiers who died in battle during their military service will not only exempt their family from the inheritance tax they originally had to bear, but also receive a pension from me."

The militia in the village of Fold had already stirred up huge waves in their hearts.

Some soldiers looked at Simon with fanatical eyes, and several originally swaying Freegates also made up their minds at this time.

"Hannah, Reya." Simon waved to the two widows, who walked slowly over with doubt.

"Get it. This is a pension to reward your husband for fighting bravely. At the same time, you don't have to pay inheritance tax according to the law." Simon placed two Transnier silver coins in the hands of the two widows, and the other villagers were almost looking straight.

"Thank you, thank you, sir!" The widow covered her chest and looked at Simon in disbelief, then bowed deeply to Simon.

"In addition to the warriors who sacrificed their lives bravely in battle, those warriors who bravely killed their enemies in battle are also worthy of respect!" Simon winked at the fat man behind him, and the fat man immediately walked up with a bag of clanging coins.

"Old Baohe, Old Martin, you are the bravest in this battle, each of you killed two enemies. This is your reward."

In the envious eyes of everyone, the two old guys walked forward and smiled and took a silver coin of excellent quality from the fat man.

"Ion, Bowman, Frank... You can overcome your fears and kill enemies for the first time when you go to the battlefield. Very good, this is what you deserve."

A group of young soldiers walked to the fat man with smiles and rubbed their hands, and each of them received twelve copper coins.

"Hann, Rant, Buch... Although you performed poorly in the battle, you can finally muster up the courage to cut off the heads of those bandits," the fat man said, and everyone laughed.

"Don't be depressed, kill the enemy and make meritorious next time, and just prove yourself again." Simon smiled and comforted the young people with red faces.

"Get it done, this is because you still have a kind of execution. Don't let Lord Simon down." The fat man gave these young people six copper coins each.

At this time, several free farmers walked out of the crowd.

"Master Simon, I want to join the militia too!" a young man said excitedly.

"It's very good, just go and check in with the village chief."

"And me!"

"Me too!"

………

At noon, heavy rain came as scheduled. But not long after it started, the weather turned clear.

The Fold Village militia continued to build the wooden fort under the scorching sun, stepping on the wet soil.

At this time, the wooden walls on the periphery had been basically paved, and the soldiers began to build simple scaffolding behind the wooden walls to turn the wooden walls into a preliminary city wall.

"Now we can start building the winemaking workshop and the wooden fort granary first." Simon estimated the construction progress and decided to postpone the construction of the castle first.

"Master, we have some spare money now. We can invite craftsmen from the northern port to help you build the arrow tower and new houses," the village chief walked over and looked at the soldiers who were strengthening the outer walls. "You know, we can still deal with it if we just build a circle of walls, but when it comes to building a house, we have to let professional craftsmen guide you."

"Yes." Simon touched his head. At most, he was interested in siege equipment before and had an in-depth understanding. However, he was basically blinded when it comes to construction.

"When is the Vikings' Xialiu?" Simon looked at the village chief.

"It is probably when the barley and oats become golden and ripe and can be harvested." The village chief looked at the green wheat ears that were growing vigorously in the surrounding fields and said confidently.

"It's almost late summer. I can take some trophy and the animal skins I have accumulated during this period and go to the north port to sell them. In addition to recruiting craftsmen, I can buy some bows and arrows by the way." Simon thought for a while.

After the new city wall and the new arrow tower were built, it would be obvious that it would not be enough if only the four archers in the village who could shoot archers when they were besieged. This time, we had to go to the north to buy more bows and arrows, and try to train more people who could shoot archers before the Vikings attacked.

"But I also have to think about how to open up a new way to make money. It is impossible to always wait for bandits carrying rich spoils to come to the door like waiting for the rabbit to come." Simon thought while walking, but smelled a strong smell of urine.

Looking up, the old shepherd was peeing in a large wooden tub with wool not far away.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Simon looked at the old guy in surprise.

"Oh, my master," the old shepherd saw Simon and immediately shook his crotch and put on his pants. "These are all wool cut just now, and I'm planning to wash it."

"Take a urine and wash it?"

"Yes, the wool that has just been cut is very greasy. If you use another method to rinse it in the stream, it will not only not be washed with urine, but it may also be sneaked by a damn thief," said the old shepherd, pouring the water from another basin into the wool basin filled with the smell of urine. "Master, I will pay taxes with wool this month. You can spend a little money to send the wool to Mrs. Jessica's textile workshop and dyeing workshop to make dyed fabrics, and then sell it at a good price in the port to the north."

"Make it into dyed fabric?" Simon always felt a vague idea in his mind, but he couldn't catch that point.

"Yes, Master. I heard from the labourer in Mrs. Jessica's dyeing workshop that the dyed cloth is now very popular in Friesland and Flanders in the north."

"Is that true?" Simon couldn't help but smile brightly. He had already thought of a new way to make money.

Purple dye.

In this era, it is difficult to extract purple dye. If you want to dye a purple handkerchief, you need about 12,000 purple conchs. In economically developed countries along the Mediterranean coast, a purple dress can be worth the income of an ordinary person for several years.

Before the invention of artificial synthetic purple dye in the mid-nineteenth century, purple clothing was always exclusive to the rich, noble and royal family.

In Simon's previous life, his ex-girlfriend became obsessed with natural dyes at that time. He took Simon to make dyes at home every day and dyed some handkerchiefs and other gadgets.

In addition to making red purple dyes with peach blossoms and rust water, Simon also tried to dye purple cloth with grape skins and salt.

Although it is more convenient to use grape skin to dye purple cloth and takes less time, such purple cloth does not have a highly recognizable seafood odor like purple cloth dyed from purple snails, and it is far less bright than the famous Tyr purple.

"I just don't know if the grape skin dyeing method can be successful. If it really doesn't work, use the more complicated and troublesome peach blossom rust water dyeing method to dye more bright purple fabrics."

The fat man looked at Simon who was smiling from ear to ear for no reason, and couldn't help but shake his head.
Chapter completed!