"Ka, da, da..."

The sound of logging is constantly coming out in the forest around the hunting villa.

After a week of running practice, the recruits finally got rid of this boring training and entered the next boring training charter. However, they all knew that these woods would build the first exterior wall of Feldburg in the future, which would protect their and their families' personal safety when the Vikings invade. So they worked very hard.

After Simon actually inspected the entire territory in the past two days, he gained a preliminary understanding of the resources in his territory.

If you want to build a large wooden fence and two wooden doors around the village of Fold, and build a preliminary fortress exterior wall arrow tower door for your hunting villa, your forest will definitely suffer great damage, and various woodland derivative resources will be greatly reduced accordingly.

This is no different from killing a chicken to retrieve eggs.

However, if a pointed wooden wall, arrow tower and a large wooden door are built around the hunting villa, the wood will be much less. When the villagers encounter danger, they just need to hide in their own wooden fort.

"I sometimes wonder why the tree in front of me is not a damn Viking? So I can let this greedy and bloodthirsty pagan meet Satan with an axe!" A young recruit with a thick beard looked at the thick calluses on his palms, swung his woodcutting axe and chopped hard towards the poor oak tree.

"Hey, kid, I just hope that you don't pee your pants when you see Vikings on the real battlefield, and don't spit out the bodies all over the ground, so thank God!" Old Baohe said with a smile. Several older serfs who had been to the battlefield also laughed.

"Shut up and do your work! Today is the same as yesterday. The best group adds a piece of meat, and the worst group only has a bowl of soup!" The fat man holding a big stick said slowly behind the recruits.

Everyone had to keep silent and speed up the progress silently.

It seems that Simon and Fatty have been trained relatively successfully for these lazy and undisciplined serfs these days.

...

At this time, on the newly cut open space beside the hunting house in the village of Fold, Simon was walking with a parchment with a simple topographic map of the hunting house hill. Behind him was a serf carrying a basket of stones. Every ten steps Simon took out a stone from the basket and placed it behind Simon's feet.

If you can look down from directly above the hunting villa and connect the fixed stones placed by the serfs behind Simon, it will be a relatively standard rectangle. This is the basic base for building a fortress in the future.

"That's it, you're doing a good job." Simon looked at the last stone, gave the old farmer a copper coin, and then wiped the sweat beads on his forehead.

"Thank you, my generous and kind lord master." The old farmer almost laughed in his face after taking the copper coins.

"Hey, fat man, come here!" Simon waved to the fat man who was leaning against the old tree supervisor not far away.

"What's the matter, my young master." The fat man ran over immediately.

"In the afternoon, a group of people were drawn out and a deep trench was dug along the stone that had just been placed. Although the terrain here is high, we cannot use the water of the Rhine as a moat for the time being, but we can insert small pointed wooden stakes into the trench." Simon narrowed his eyes and thought.

In fact, in addition to digging and laying out the trap pit, Simon also planned to add the digging soil and some water and then add sand and lime to form a solid rammed earth city wall. However, both the building materials and the steps were too troublesome, and he could not guarantee whether the wall could be built before the Vikings' summer looting.

"It seems that we can only build the simplest wooden wall initially, and then build scaffolding behind the wall to make a simple version of the city wall. Everything else needs to be considered after my territory becomes rich." Simon thought, shook his head with a wry smile.

At this time, Elsa walked over from the hill with a bag of things in her arms.

"Master Simon, this is the hare that Little Krein beat in the forest, and then roasted it at Bill through a bonfire. Please let me bring it to you!" Elsa untied a piece of greasy cloth wrapped in rabbit meat and said to Simon.

"Thank you, Elsa, you can eat some too!" Simon said and wanted to tear the meat with his hands.

In front of the fragrant barbecue, the cute little girl still couldn't resist the temptation. She was so polite that she nodded with a red face.

Looking at Elsa who was obediently eating rabbit legs beside her, Simon felt like she had a little peacock.

"Master, we are here to report and help." At this time, several free farmers and a woman came to Simon with hoes.

"Very good, go to the village chief to sign up, and erect the pointed wooden wall with the recruits this afternoon." Simon stood up while eating the roast rabbit.

However, after the surrounding free farmers dispersed to find the village chief, a young couple stood in front of Simon.

"My dear Lord, if I take my wife with me for fifteen days, can I give her an extra wage in addition to tax cuts?" the young free farmers said with courage.

"What? Your wife?" Simon then turned his gaze to the woman behind him.

This woman is a local authentic German. She has a wide square face and a thick skeleton. Her long-term work has been trained to produce muscles that are not inferior to the recruits. She is not wearing shoes, her big feet covered with mud and thick legs with thick legs.

"Master, don't underestimate me," the woman said when she saw Simon looking at her, "I'm not the kind of delicate woman who is so tired that she feels sore all over her body if you move two stones."

Indeed, women from relatively wealthy aristocratic families in this era are relatively delicate and do not do rough work. Most of the other women are as big and thick as the woman in front of them, and have developed muscles.

Simon looked at Elsa beside her. Although she didn't do much heavy work as the village chief's daughter, she could see a shadow like that woman.

"No problem, just follow me and I will pay you another salary when the time comes." Simon nodded.

...

The project progress this week is very fast.

The recruits cut a large open space around the hunting villa, and digged a trench nearly two meters deep around the villa with the villa as the center. At this time, nearly one-fifth of the pointed wooden walls were erected.

"My master, I think in the newly built wooden fort we have to build a warehouse to store grain and debris, we also have to drill a well. Otherwise, once we encounter a siege, everyone will be dehydrated and shocked!" The village chief occasionally came to the busy construction site, frowned and pointed out the problem to Simon.

"Oh, thank you for your reminder, village chief!" Simon was quite busy recently and inevitably made some mistakes in the new castle.

"By the way, village chief, I want to entrust you something." Simon called on the village chief who was about to go to the field to supervise the work of serfs.

"What's the matter, Mr. Simon." The village chief stopped in confusion.

"I think you would like to ask a few recruits to bring the skins and most of the wool accumulated in the village warehouse to the port of the economically developed Duchy of Friesland in the north. Then find a local weapon maker to buy some kite shields, short axes, and maces," Simon added, looking at the drawings in his hand, "The village's parchment and ink are almost used up. If possible, I'll go to the monastery and buy some back."

"Okay, Master Simon, I'll go and count it. I'll set out in the next two days." The village chief nodded, stroked his beard and walked towards the account room.

"Young master, I once heard from my uncle that if a new castle is built, I have to write a document and send it to the palace. Otherwise, building a castle privately is illegal and may be confiscated by the king!" The fat man reminded Simon with a little concern.

It turned out that if a warrant was to be built on the city wall, the nature of the wood fort would change from a wooden wall to a small castle. This would require writing instructions and sending them to the court, asking the king for approval, and issuing a "fabricating license". Otherwise, the castle would be illegal and the king has the right to confiscate the castle, even if it was just a wooden castle that could not be as small as it was.

"Then let the village chief write a copy first while the village chief has not left. When the castle is almost completed and the village is attacked, everyone can hide in the strong wooden fort and behind the strong militia. I will personally take the document to the palace and ask the king for approval." Simon thought for a while.

There is no way. Now the only people who can ride horses in the village are themselves and Fatty, plus an unskilled little Krein. At present, all the affairs and construction of the village are inseparable from the two of them. They can only wait until everything is completed before they can get rid of themselves.

...

In addition to supervising the construction of the wooden fort, Simon will also go to a large grass by the river to train Little Crentine on how to ride a horse.

Simon remembered what his father often said to the playful little Simon at that time when he was a child. If a child from a noble family had not learned to ride a horse before he was twelve years old, he would send him to a monastery to be a monk according to tradition.

Although Krein was not a nobleman, since he wanted to be a noble servant, riding a horse was an indispensable skill.

"This horse smells so smelly!" Little Crine stepped on the stirrups with difficulty and got on the horse with Simon's help.

"Stop talking nonsense, this is your closest companion!" Simon knocked his little head.

After all, I am a beginner, and Krishne often falls off his horse. Fortunately, the practice venues are all soft grass, and it is not a big deal.

"Your reins are too high, lower them! Don't stare at the horse, look at the road ahead!"

"Don't be nervous, relax, don't clamp your legs so tightly, be more natural!"

"Don't hold the reins too tightly. Haven't you seen you keep tugging at the horse's mouth just now?"

Little Crentine is quite talented. After overcoming many common mistakes, she can finally ride on a short distance by herself.
Chapter completed!