Outside of Dreadfort CastlePOV of Vilger Tom

  Tom stood outside the rge castle and waited in line as the people from each vilge were given bags filled with seeds for sowing in their fields.

  Seeds that gave birth to a harvest that had eight to ten times more grain in it than a harvest from normal seeds.

  It had been a while since Lord Bolton of Dreadfort started giving away these seeds to every vilge within his nds. The seeds that the reason behind the prosperity of their vilge.

  He remembered a time in his life when he and his six siblings would go hungry at night because of the ck of food within their home but such a thing had not happened ever since Lord Bolton started giving them these High Yielding Seeds, whatever that meant.

  In fact, they had produced so much grain with the help of these seeds within the past harvests that his father, the vilge elder, told them to construct a granary so that they could store away the excess food that they could either sell to their own lord or keep for themselves.

  Simir things were happening within their surrounding vilges as he had not seen a single hungry child within those vilges either. Something that was a miracle in itself.

  After a long wait, he finally reached the front where a sturdy-looking man was sitting on a desk with a pen and paper on the table.

  The man wrote something on the paper for a while before he looked up at him and asked.

  "Tom."

  "Tom… Vilge name."

  "Blue Valley vilge." He said, reciting the name that the young Lord Bolton had given to their vilge.

  "Number of families in the vilge?" the man asked, and Tom took out a piece of paper and gave it to the older and stern-looking man.

  He had repeated this process a few times already, but he always felt nervous when standing in front of men like these.

  A pity that he didn't know how to read and write or count his numbers for that matter or he would be able to recite the number from the top of his head like some other learned men.

  Granny Abba was the only learned one in his vilge, so she wrote down these things before he came here in order to take the seeds.

  "84." The man murmured as he looked at the paper "Last time there were only 81 families in your vilge. How did that change?" the man asked sternly, and Tom felt like a little rabbit under the gaze of a fierce lion before he remembered the answer and said.

  "Some folks from the nearby nds came to live within our nds because their own nds didn't produce so much food."

  The man continued looking at him for a long moment, as if searching for any lies within his words before he finally gave a nod and Tom let go of a breath that he didn't know that he was holding.

  "Very well then." The man said before he started to calcute some numbers within a piece of ste with a white stone.

  After a while, the man finished his numbers and shouted at the guards standing behind him.

  "Luton. Bring out 8 plows, 8 seed drills, 16 oxen, and 28 shovels." He shouted and the men behind him started to move in unison and within the breath of a few minutes, all those things were brought up to him while he wondered what all this was about.

  Sure, they had followed the orders given by their lord and created a rge barn for cattle, but he didn't know that they would be receiving so many oxen.

  His eyes almost came out of their socket as he looked at the plows, shovels, and the so-called seed drills that were being brought up to him. So far, the only thing that they used to tilt their nds was a wooden shovel. But those shovels and plows were clearly made of steel. Steel that only the high lords and the men under them used for their weapons.

  In fact, the only time he had seen Castel Forged steel within his own vilge was when his father showed him the spear with a steel tip that he was gifted at the end of the st war by the te Lord Bolton for his bravery on the battlefield.

  To think that they would be receiving so many things made of steel was almost unthinkable to him.

  Then the stern man turned to him and said "Every 10 families in your vilge will receive 1 plow. 1 seed drill and 2 oxen. And every 3 families will receive a steel shovel. Is that understood?"

  "Yes."

  "Then repeat what I said." The man ordered sternly, and he repeated what he heard. He was good at that.

  The man nodded in satisfaction and said "Every family within your vilge will give 2 more bushels of grain for the next three years in order to pay for these things. Is that understood?"

  "Y… yes." He stammered out. There was a time when giving 2 more bushels of grain to the lord for taxes would have left them with nothing to feed their family but nowadays they could give 2 more bushels of grain and still have enough food to eat 3 times a day easily.

  "Good. These men…" The man said and pointed at the dozen or so guards standing behind him "…would help you in carrying these things back to your vilge and make sure that no harm comes to you on the way. Is that understood?"

  Then the man gestured and a boy who was a few years younger than him came up to them while holding a stack of paper, ink, and quill.

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