Chapter 549

Wu Ming looked carefully at the silver taler on his hands.

The silver coin itself is glossy, and because of a period of improper storage, it has been slightly covered with a layer of black dirt, and there are traces of grinding and cutting on the edge, which makes it not very symmetrical.

In the middle of the silver coin, there is a head, which is the image of the legendary "Conqueror" taler. He once unified the entire Fengying plain and expanded outwards to establish a kingdom, which is the purest blue blood.

This is also the largest monetary unit William can have.

As for jindelong, he would only think about it in a dream.

"I'm in a poor family..."

Wu Ming looked around and sighed in silence.

Unconsciously, the night is deep.

A shadow ran out of William's cabin, skilfully dodged the watchtower, and slipped out of the town from the corner.

"Hunting is so troublesome. It's really..."

As Wu Ming ran in the shadow, he thought helplessly.

His body is still an ordinary person. He needs salt and medicinal materials. He can't live a life of drinking blood.

But it's not so easy to get ahead in a small town, even a little bit.

The tax official waving the tax bill will teach you to be a new man every minute.

Even if he hunts, he can also collect a lot of Hunter tax, slaughter tax and so on, which is almost instinctive for officials, because most of the income will fall into his own pocket.

As for the law?

i 'm sorry! All the barons, except for the free people's own cultivated land, belong to the Baron himself, such as cultivated land, jungle and prey!

What the Baron says is the law! As a tax official, he has the right to interpret the law at will!

Those civilians who don't even know the words, how dare they fight against the officials?

In the case of class inequality, what if we grasp the truth?

It's like lorian, even if he's shooting some prey, the sheriff and the tax official will think that they don't see anything, but William just can't!

The more ignorant and backward the world is, the more terrible the restrictions on the lower class will be!

In the eyes of the "adults" led by the Baron, they just want to turn all the people into serfs and livestock who only know how to work.

"I'm a little sensitive now... I don't have backstage, so I'd better keep a low profile..."

After walking for more than half an hour, Wu Ming finally arrived at his destination, a dense jungle.

There are always some small animals here. They are a paradise for hunters in the small town. Of course, it's very dangerous if you go deeper. You may encounter wild people and cannibals.

"The way for the common people in this world to come out is too narrow. They must be aristocrats! Only then can we have the chance to show our ambition! "

Wu Ming's eyes twinkled: "of course... This road is also very hard. First of all, we have to master the strength! The most basic is to take good care of this body! You have to eat salt and meat! "

The salt used by the common people in the world is really not worth mentioning. Wu Ming can only buy and purify it for his own consumption.

As for selling? Patents? Profiteering?

That's too much for Wu Ming to think about. Before he became an aristocrat and owned his own territory, Wu Ming would not have this idea at all.

If he could take the right opportunity to dedicate this little skill to barons or other nobles, he would have thought it was quite worthwhile.

cooing! cooing!

At night, the jungle is quite quiet, with the smell of grass coming from the breeze and the calls of unknown birds.

Wu Ming focuses his attention on the five senses. The keen perception brought by the possession of the true spirit makes him excellent in this field. Even some excellent scouts and wanderers are incomparable.

He settled down gently without making a sound, and most of his body was hidden in the dark, just like sneaking.

Pop!

Wu Ming raised his eyebrows, and a simple catapult in his hand suddenly started. A stone roared into the grass and screamed.

"Grey dove?"

When he opened the grass, he saw a pigeon like bird with gray feathers all over its body, blue on its back and neck, and a ring of feathers around it.

"There's a harvest..."

Wu Ming looked at the jungle as if he were looking at the undeveloped treasure.

Half an hour later, by the stream.

A pile of gray feathers and internal organs were gathered up and carefully buried.

The original turtledoves were washed and peeled, and then wrapped in a layer of leaves. Then they were smeared with mud and simmered slowly in the fire.

This is the local method of calling chicken. It's just right to use it when there's no pot.

When the meat was cooked, Wu Ming opened fire, took out six or seven mud balls, and broke open the shell. A layer of meat spilled out and made people salivate.

"Not bad..."

Although the seasoning is only salty, it tastes delicious, smooth but not greasy. With a slight shake, the bird meat and skeleton will naturally separate, with a strange fragrance.

After eating five or six turtledoves in a row, Wu Ming got up, touched his stomach and breathed a sigh of satisfaction.

"In the past, William was poor. He didn't even eat meat. Although he worked hard in farming, he got all his muscles by consuming his potential and life span. At this time, he should supplement them slowly..."

After eating and drinking, he began to collect specimens of various plants and animals in the jungle.

As an immortal and alchemy master, he can not be overcome by simple drug deployment. As long as he is familiar with the properties of the universe, he can naturally deploy the most basic medicine.

Wu Ming shuddered at the thought of the doctor in the small town who was a part-time scholar.

In William's mind, doctors only know four ways to treat diseases: vomiting, diarrhea, bloodletting, and the use of devil flower anesthesia

You can imagine what kind of pit!

Basically, even if other people in the small town meet with diseases, they are mostly resistant to them. Of course, Wu Ming guesses that another reason is that they don't have enough money

"From the beginning, from the most basic point, understand the rules of the universe..."

"Also, exercise the body well, and look for the extraordinary power, which is the clue of the power rule of the universe..."

Wu Ming quietly made plans for himself in the future.

Anyway, he has a long life, which is not urgent at all and can be done slowly.

……

time rolls on.

Soon, months passed.

The oats outside the town were harvested, and the golden ears were scattered like waves by the breeze, bringing the joy of harvest.

At this time, the only mill in the town began to work day and night, and the tax official of the town was watching carefully.

He is collecting the mill tax. According to the territorial law, every leader uses the mill once, and one tenth of the wheat flour he grinds goes into the Baron's pocket as tax. This is a huge source of wealth.

The mill, which is usually quiet, is full of bustle.

In William's memory, in his spare time, this is the best place for all the wild mandarin ducks to have an affair. I don't know how many boys and girls have become men and women here.

Of course, Wu Ming will not consider these at all.

After collecting his gains, he pulled out the broken iron sword in front of his hut and began to train meticulously.

"Front stab!"

"Chop again!"

"Whirl

"Block!"

……

He sweated like rain, ate a lot every day, and had a lot of nutrition. What he built up was his more upright height, strong muscles, and bright eyes. It was not the empty strength that overdrawn his vitality before, but the strength that came out of his bones.

William, who is full of male charm, naturally attracts a lot of attention.

At least Wu Ming felt that when he was walking on the street, he received more "eye-catching gifts", and Sophia of aunt Roya's family often borrowed an excuse to come to him.

"Hi! William

Just after Wu Ming had practiced his own modified set of swordsmanship, the two teenagers came over excitedly to say hello and clapped involuntarily.

"It's amazing... Can I touch it?"

A boy with freckles on his face and gray all over his body swallowed his saliva. Looking at Wu Ming's broken sword, he said excitedly.

"Of course, little AVA, but you should pay attention to it. It's very heavy and sharp. If you're not careful, you'll hurt people!"

Wu Ming handed the hilt to AVA, and another boy immediately looked envious.

"Well, little Allen, you can try it if you like..."

He touched Ellen's little head, watched the two fight excitedly, and then turned around: "good day, drillmaster lorian!"

His real guest stood outside the fence with a look of exclamation on his face: "William... Your swordsmanship..."

Wu Ming scratched his head and said, "this is a little routine I have groped for myself. What do the instructors think?"

At this time, he is just like a young man who is embarrassed.

"Good... Good..."

Lorian is speechless.

Although the key of Wu Ming's swordsmanship is breathing coordination and groping to exercise his whole body muscles, several ways of exerting force are also extremely perfect, which amazes the experienced lorian.

"You have the talent of a soldier!"

He praised: "just need a chance! It's coming

"I'll buy the instructor a drink!"

Wu Ming smiles a little. They both know what each other is saying.

A moment later, in aunt Roya's Hotel, Wu Ming ordered beer and barbecue, and sat opposite to lorian, eating and drinking slowly.

No one would doubt that it was rolian who was invited once or twice, even though his wealth was not revealed.

"Sorry..."

Lorian spoke first.

"If it was for the last time, you don't have to... After all, the end of the war is good for us!"

Wu Ming said with a smile.

This is, of course, a follow-up to the last war.

Viscount Garcia is a wise and brave nobleman who has tried to find out the bottom line of Fengying plain. Instead of increasing the war, he wisely chose humility.

The war couldn't start, and a large number of prisoners of war were released after receiving the ransom. The promise that lorian had not made before was naturally defeated.