The crowd fell into silence.

For the Sutherland family, known as the Great Wall of the North, treason is a great irony.

They are sharp knives against foreign enemies, and they shed their blood for the Golan royal family. However, the tragic situation and the news that the Duke and Duchess sank to the bottom of the sea have made them dare not hope to be able to wash away their crimes.

Thirty years, it turns out they have waited so long.

Wen Lin suddenly mentioned it, and everyone's eyes lit up quietly. Erbo suddenly rubbed Wen Lin's shoulder, which was unusually heavy and decisive.

"You are the only blood Sutherland has left, and we will follow you forever, and we will wait for the day we return to the North,"

Looking at the group of people in front of her, Wen Lin suddenly turned her head away, hatred and loyalty to Sutherland had allowed them to persist until now.

But they are old, really old, their young and strong bodies are getting old, and everyone has gray hair on their heads.

Wen Lin thought, since they can't be driven away, let them spend the rest of their time peacefully under her own protection.

After a half circle around the village, Wen Lin brought Elbo and his party to the entrance of the village.

Brown has chopped the branches and is waiting for Wen Lin to come back.

Seeing Elbo and his group behind Wen Lin, Brown's eyes flickered a few times, but he didn't ask any further questions.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, the branches have been cut, what should I do next?"

Bach and Bam, who were holding the oilcloth, motioned to come forward, Wen Lin said warmly, "Fix the branches to the stone fence around the house, cover it with the oilcloth, and build a few more fires so that it won't get cold at night. now,"

In the case of heavy rain at sea, Wen Lin would instruct the crew to put up tarpaulins. The crew who knew what to do consciously picked up the branches and started to build a simple shelf.

Brown's eyes rolled and turned, and he quickly guessed a little about the identity of Elbo's group.

His Excellency Wen Lin came from the east by boat. heard that her ship and crew were detained by His Majesty Visia before. These should be the crew of Your Excellency Wen Lin.

But why are the crew members of Your Excellency Wen Lin all familiar with the appearance of Golan people?

Brown, who couldn't think of a clue, didn't even think about it, it didn't matter.

He picked a few more people and went with the crew to build the scaffolding.

Tear a piece of paper from the parchment book, Wen Lin bent down and started writing something on the stone.

Brown's work efficiency is very fast. When Wen Lin finished writing and looked up again, the tarpaulins were all laid out.

Everyone in the village stood or sat, all facing Wen Lin's direction, watching her quietly.

Hand the paper to Brown and signal him to read it to the crowd.

Wen Lin clearly wrote down Wen Lin's rights, the obligations that the residents need to perform, and the arrangements for the territory and residents for the next two months.

The tarpaulin that was put up behind to keep out the wind and keep warm was obviously Wen Lin's order.

The gladiators who could only sleep in the wild were impossible not to be grateful. In the eyes of the vast majority of nobles, serfs and slaves were human-shaped livestock, and they would not care about their lives at all.

Originally, there were some people in the gladiator who despised Wen Lin's female identity, so they sat upright involuntarily.

"..."

"Everyone can get their own land for free. In the first year, the lord will rent out the seeds, farm tools, and livestock they need, and use 10% of the harvested grain as rent."

"When working for the lord, you can get five to thirty copper coins a day as a reward,"

"..."

"Strong young adults also need regular military training to protect the lord's territory,"

"..."

"In addition, all land rent apportionment tax, mill tax... and a series of taxes and license fees will be abolished within five years, and only 20% of the grain tax will be charged,"

Reading this, Brown was stunned in disbelief.

From the first article, his heart skipped a beat. This is a normal relationship between the lord and the lord. Your Excellency Wen Lin is too kind.

To do this is simply to waste a lot of gold, how can 20% of the grain make up for the previous cost.

Brown wasn't sure whether it was Lord Wen Lin who was too rich, or whether she didn't know what the 20% grain tax represented.

Really unheard of.

Brown turned his head and stared blankly at Wen Lin, trying to confirm whether she wrote it wrong.

The people in the village also looked at Wen Lin in disbelief, and the whispers suddenly made the village noisy.

"Free allocation of houses and land farming tools, did I really hear it correctly?"

"Plough for the lord

farming

Can you still get paid? "

"There is no need to pay miscellaneous taxes, as long as 20% of the grain tax is enough?"

"God, aren't we dreaming, is this heaven?"

"..."

The shock was followed by uncontrollable ecstasy. It was not uncommon for low-level commoners and slaves to be recruited by nobles to work as coolies. If they could eat two meals a day, it would be a great thing, and now there is still a reward.

Turning a blind eye to Brown's scorching gaze, Wen Lin looked indifferent and raised her hand to signal, "Continue reading,"

The village fell silent for a while, Brown frowned, and finished reading in a choked breath.

After everyone calmed down from the ecstasy, emotions that both hoped and couldn't believe quickly surged.

Wouldn't this be a deliberately concocted lie to keep them sincere?

After thinking for a while, everyone overturned this possibility. They had nowhere to go and could only wait to die in the arena. There was no need for the lord to deceive them.

But even the most naive children can't believe it.

As if she knew what everyone was thinking, Wen Lin stepped forward and said,

"Tomorrow I will arrange

Come and sign a deed with you,"

Once the deed is signed, everything Brown just read becomes legal.