Chapter 217 Celebrations and Festivals

"Damn it." Kalinda gritted her silver teeth, "What a vicious scumbag. I will definitely give him a good beating, then break his neck and eradicate the darkness of the empire."

"Well, this is the goal we Night Owl strives for."

Both of them looked at death with a look in their eyes.

"By the way, I almost forgot about the child." Kalinda ran to the little boy, squatted in front of the little boy, showed a gentle smile, and took out a money bag from her waist, "Here, take this money. , survive well.”

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The little boy wiped away his tears and accepted the money bag with tears of gratitude. Because the bag was too heavy, it almost hit his feet. Fortunately, Kalinda accepted it.

"Thank you sister."

After sending the child out of the manor, the two set off towards Maple Leaf Leader.

Five days later, news of Jewett's assassination spread throughout the province of Gaubourg, causing an uproar. The name Ye Xiao immediately became a household name, and the wanted reward for Ye Xiao was gradually launched.

And Field, who was called a vicious scumbag by the Night Owl, was busy celebrating the harvest.

Today's large manor is different from usual days. It is particularly popular and full of voices and laughter.

There's no need to worry about being heard by the wights. Firstly, the safe zone is already very large, and secondly, the army is patrolling at all times.

In the past, before they came to the night, they lived in poverty. After working hard for a day, I would return to a musty-smelling home. At a glance, even the tables and chairs were in tatters. The cellar for storing grain is surprisingly smaller than the stock of the mouse cave. The children could only look at their parents helplessly, wanting to cry out that they were hungry, but they wisely held back.

Even so, they still have to worry about the local nobles sending tax collectors to steal their last grain.

But after coming to the Night Territory, it was completely different.

Especially today.

In the central square of Fengqi Town, the open space in front of the winery, a more serious wooden platform was built for the first time.

"Can I really get free food today?" one of the residents asked the others excitedly.

"Of course, it is said that there is still meat to eat."

"What do you know? This is a festival that only distinguished masters can hold. There will also be a dance."

"What is the dance?" a child asked.

"It's a very rare thing. Even wealthy businessmen are not eligible to participate. It only belongs to nobles."

"Today your lordship will announce the taxes."

"I hope it only costs 80%."

"Dream, how can it be so low? Don't forget how much gold coins you spent."

Field rode his horse through the wheat stacks. The golden wheat stacks made people feel particularly at ease.

"Except for a few acres of remote land, most of the wheat fields planted by slaves have been harvested." Tate followed Field. After reporting loudly, he put away the parchment, hesitated for a moment and asked, "Sir, do you really want to give me a harvest?" Will the leaders hold a dance?”

Kaa protested: "They don't understand music and are not worthy of dancing noble dances. Don't let them ruin your kindness."

"It's not an aristocratic dance, it's just a large-scale team building event. There is only one goal: to have fun and have fun, and don't worry about anything else."

Waving his hands indifferently, Field wanted to add a festival to the territory to increase cohesion and at the same time release the pressure that the people in the territory had been feeling for many days.

Living in a high-pressure gray fog environment for a long time, everyone will hide countless pressures. If they cannot be released in time, once they explode, it will bring devastating damage.

"In the long run, large-scale festivals can combine commerce and promote consumption." Field also added, "It can also make the people in the area deeply aware that the night area is different from other places."

"That's it."

Everyone scratched their heads, not knowing how serious it was.

Passing through the farmland, Field saw the bustling Fengqi Town. Slaves were of course not allowed to participate in the festival, but they were given a small snack and half a day's rest. For the slaves, it was extremely happy.

Nearly all the freedmen gathered here.

"My lord is here!"

When the residents saw Field, they shouted excitedly, immediately triggering the shouts of others.

Field waved to them happily. He did not ask for help. Field felt very happy to be recognized by the people in the territory.

Striding onto the wooden platform that had been built, Field circulated his fighting spirit and said loudly: "I am your lord, Field."

"Before the celebration, I will announce the agricultural tax rate this time, which requires 35% of the harvest. Apart from this, there are no other exorbitant taxes, such as farm equipment tax, road tax, etc. None. The food that was subsidized to you before will not Charge any fees."

After Field finished speaking loudly, the audience was silent. Field blinked and thought to himself: Why don't you say anything? Is it too high?

"Long live!"

I don't know who shouted, and then there was a tsunami-like cry.

"Oh my God, I can't believe my ears."

"You only charge that little? That's impossible."

"Nothing is impossible, because Mr. Field is different!"

"If before coming to Night Leader, the previous lord only collected 35%, oh, no, even if it was 60%, my sister would not have starved to death."

Feeling countless passionate emotions, Field stopped talking nonsense: "Today is designated as the Harvest Festival every year, and now, the festival begins!"

Soon, a cart carrying bread was pushed over, along with three prepared sheep. The bonfire was lit and the aroma of food immediately spread.

"Let's have fun with everyone, sing or dance, it doesn't matter."

Field and several surrounding residents said that they were all selected by Field in advance and could sing or play musical instruments.

"Yes, my lord."

With the lord's endorsement, everyone immediately played and sang, and the celebration quickly became lively.

The two men entered the venue with steps that they did not recognize as relatives, and started dancing around the bonfire. More and more people joined in, releasing the depression in their hearts.

They couldn't let go of him even though he was there. Field asked the Night Guards to manage the security and returned to Starry Night Castle.

At the private dinner in Starry Night Castle, only he and the Chosen One were present, and even the maid was given a leave by Field.

"Sir, you are finally here!"

Charlotte waved at Field.

In the courtyard of the Starry Night Castle, a bonfire was also lit. On the long picnic table, there were puddings, steaks, or various fruits and vegetables. As a lord, while treating the people well, there is no reason to treat yourself badly.

Rosalía played the harp in a rare move.

Field lay down leisurely on the bench, and just about to stretch, Asheina came over obediently and rubbed his back, while Charlotte picked up the plate, forked a piece of apple, and handed it over like a child.

"Thank you so much."

After taking one bite, Field immediately experienced the pleasure of a feudal landowner: "Hey, this damn feeling of guilt is so addictive."