Ivan woke up at dawn, he felt very tired, this was the result of ten years of exhausting his body doing farm work every day.
But, his spirit was excited for the first time in ten years.
"Will there be warm water to drink today too?"
With such hope in their hearts, Ivan's family also stood up.
No breakfast, no washing up, the whole family like wandering souls stepped onto the field road, including little Ivan's ten year old sister.
Five years old was already the age for working among the serfs, so even though this little girl named Olga had not had enough to eat since she was young, was weak and weak, she still had to follow her family in the cold early morning to run to work.
Olga was always silent, as the youngest child in the house, this liveliness never appeared on her.
But at this moment, she was like a gray, crippled butterfly, circling around everyone in the house: "Father, can we drink warm water today?"
"Mother, are you thirsty?"
"Brother, will there be warm water to drink today?"
The four brothers were all questioned by her in turns, the two oldest brothers were also the most tired, they had long been forced into silence by the heavy farm work day after day.
Even though the eldest brother was only twenty years old, he looked like his parents. He should have had wrinkles on his face since he was young, and his brows were always furrowed from being exposed to the sun every day.
Little Olga's question was not answered by her two older brothers, and Ivan, who had not yet completely transformed into his parents and older brothers, actually answered her:
"Our new master is very kind, perhaps today he will also give us hot soup."
Hearing the new owner's words, the remaining silent people in the house's faces filled with grooves also revealed some expression.
For them, even if they don't add anything to the warm water, it's still a pot of hot soup that can satisfy their stomachs.
After all, every tree and herb in the vicinity of the farm belonged to the owner. For the serfs, food was also a precious resource that was not easily obtained.
Moreover, most of the time, they can't even stomach cold food.
In this cold early morning, Ivan and everyone in the family walked towards the farm.
As soon as they arrived, they saw fog rising from the sky, and their spirits were immediately shaken.
"It's hot soup!"
"Master is so kind to give us hot soup!"
They almost rushed forward with gratitude, and sure enough, there were already other serfs lining up to get hot soup.
The servant who got the warm water sat carefully on the ground, his small mouth carefully drank it, feeling this slightly hot liquid enter his stomach through the esophagus.
The stomach was comfortable and warm, making many serfs unable to help but reveal happy expressions.
"Wait until the day we die and enter the kingdom of gods, will we be happy like this?"
Drinking warm water comfortably, everyone who was as numb as a zombie also had an interest in talking to each other, they came in groups of three or five to thank the great master.
Feeling grateful to them, Ha Vong An also drank warm water.
At this point, the feelings of the Blue Star people and the slaves of the magic world are the same. Being able to drink a cup of slightly warm water is such a happy event.
In particular, this place also adds sugar.
But when her figure was seen by the serfs, they immediately welcomed her with a high sense of excitement. The serfs did not dare to approach Xia Wang An, who was being protected by the guards, so they came from a distance to salute her, expressing their gratitude.
"This prince is really too naive and innocent."
At a distance, Carlo whispered to his guards: "Burn so much water, how much firewood must be wasted?"
The guard also agreed: "That's right, these serfs can make quite a living by drinking water."
In this world, serfs are private property of the land owners, and Xia Wang An's actions, in their eyes, are wasting the greatest amount of property for profit.
Intentionally, because of her noble status, they still did not dare to say anything about this kind of wasteful behavior towards her.
"She must have never left the palace, so she doesn't understand how to treat serfs."
Carlo felt he should step forward and give some advice.
"If Princess Wang An always shows too much compassion towards these serfs, these lowly serfs will definitely take advantage of her soft heart and want to take advantage of her."
He said he would do it and immediately went to Xia Wang An who was drinking sugar water and blah blah and started to advise him.
Ha Vong An quietly listened to him finish speaking, then calmly asked: "Getting an inch and then wanting to take a yard, what will happen?"
"Your Highness, perhaps you don't need to bother with this matter of managing the serfs. In fact, if the serfs eat too much, something big will happen."
Xia Wang An heard him speak frankly, the general meaning was: The serfs who are full will have a lot of strength, and with strength they will gather together to launch attacks on the nobles.
"What about launching an attack?"
The black-haired, gorgeously dressed young lady looked like a naive princess: "Can't you beat them?"
She turned her head to look at the group of slaves who were also using magic energy: "They also won't use magic."
Carlo choked a bit: "Although they won't use magic, and don't have warriors, but when they have enough numbers, they are still very scary."
Ha Vong An wondered: "Can't a magician take on a thousand people by himself?"
Carlo was terrified: "That is something that only the supreme Holy Mage can have, and the royal capital only has three Holy Mage Masters."
He instinctively answered and then reacted, this princess naturally thought that a magician could take on a thousand enemies.
Isn't it an explanation that the magicians she met before were all able to take on a thousand enemies on their own??
Carlo was shocked in his heart, his originally respectful attitude instantly became even more respectful.
If Ha Vong An knew, he would tell him, but no.
It's just that she can take on a thousand enemies alone.
Of course, she was still digesting Carlo's words at this moment.
In other words, it is clearly a magical world, but magicians are all weaklings. With this kind of strength, one must be at the highest level of magician to be able to fight a thousand.
What a strange magical world.
History of achievement is not bad she does not understand too much, how the magic world is full can only rise up.
Shouldn't it be because of not having enough to eat that one starts an uprising?
But it also explains why there is so much land, in theory there should be no shortage of food, the serfs are all starving to death.
The granary was filled with food, but the serfs who brought them together only ate one meal a day, so little that it couldn't even be called "rice".
"In our Xia country, noon is the time to eat."
Xia Wang An gave an order, and the serfs ate twice as much rice and soup as before. They almost thought that this was heaven, and each one of them ate greedily.
Carlo was in a hurry to die.
"Can't let them see your kindness! If you are kind to them, they will ask for more!"
When he was young, he heard his father tell a story about a viscount.
The Viscount's territory was very small, but he was a really good person, even allowing his serfs to eat two meals a day.
Originally everything was very good, the serfs were also very grateful to him, but when a certain epidemic came, people could not take care of the fields, food became scarce, the viscount made the serfs recover to one meal a day, but was surrounded and beheaded by the serfs.
After Count Albert finished telling this story, his words were a profound lesson to his second son:
After eating two meals a day, it is impossible to go back to eating only one meal a day.
Seeing the serfs eating happily, Carlo felt his hair stand on end, afraid that in the next second, they would eat even more and jump up like ants.
He brought this point of protection, but could not fight against so many people.
"Your Highness, I think we should go back to the castle first?"
Ha Vong An very gently felt the anxiety on Carlo's body, it was a kind of lack of confidence in his own strength.
There is also a strong impatience among the serfs.
Carlo was not afraid of being frozen like a zombie serf, he was afraid of being pinned down by the serf's hopes for the future.
"What are you afraid of?"
Princess Naive asked softly: "There are only 3000 people here."
Carlo looked sharply, there were several quite big heads, clearly among the serfs also considered to be relatively well-fed men standing up.
There was no gratitude or respect on their faces, only a thirst for food, unlike Ivan's family, sitting far away eating something, but rather rudely coming this way.
"Respected master, the glutinous rice flour bag you kindly gave us has been eaten, could you give us some more?"
Come come, it will be like that.
Carlo immediately frowned and scolded:
"His Highness has given you all more or less as a gift, you dare to act as you please!"
The guards immediately set up their battle formations, ready to receive the enemy, as if they had to capture several people and hang them at the next second.
The men looked at each other, a bit frightened, but looking at that fair and clean, one could tell at a glance that she had never suffered before, black-haired young woman, still couldn't help but long for the soft flour.
They also knew that Carlo had a hard time speaking, so they pleaded with Ha Vong An:
"Your Highness, please give me some more food."
"You are so kind, you definitely can't bear to see us not having enough to eat, right?"
Ha Vong An looked at them, from their eyes, she felt a familiar emotion.
She had met so many people like this, at first she felt grateful, then wanted to marry, then felt natural, then resentful, and finally, hated.
The main reason for her hatred was because she committed a massacre when those people were complaining.
She doesn't like those people's eyes, nor does she like the kind of chaos that negative credit brings.
So, she made them close their eyes forever.
Ha Vong An's eyes were startled for a moment, her hand slowly stopped in the middle of her hair.
There, there is a slender wooden hairpin shaped knife sprout.
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007 suddenly spoke: [It's time for Nguyen Ninh and the others to go on stage.]
—— whoosh!
An arrow shot from afar, pinning the shoe of the man standing in front of Xia Wang An firmly onto the ground.
He was stunned for a second, then belatedly realized that he almost died under this arrow, and immediately couldn't help but scream.
"Person?!!"
Carlo and the others were also flustered, the first guards reflexively blocked in front of him.
Then suddenly remembered, they were currently being sent by the princess's guards, and quickly ran to block Ha Vong An in front.
——brake!
——brake!
The earth shook under everyone's terrified eyes.
Small stones and dust kept rolling around because of this vibration, Carlo and the guards all looked down with serious expressions.
"Sir, it seems like the army is moving."
"This place belongs to my father's territory, how can there be an army!"
Carlo was a little shocked and pulled out his weapon: "Furthermore, such a big commotion, could it be that the royal capital army is coming?!"
He had a thought of hiding behind, but looking at Ha Vong An, he still gritted his teeth:
"Protect the princess well!"
This time, but father can not throw the pot, if this princess in him here happens, he can not be fair.
The serfs were also very scared, even the little children understood the meaning of such a large formation, what kind of powerful army was coming here.
They gathered in a group, worried and not knowing what to do.
Because of heavy footsteps falling to the ground causing dust, gradually walked out a human figure.
They were all wearing black armor, fully armed, their strong bodies walking on the ground, causing waves of tremors.
What's terrifying is that these black armored warriors aren't just this group, they're behind them.
One by one, one by one, tall warriors came out.
On their left, were two knights riding white horses.
One male and one female, but both were beautiful and precious, one could tell at a glance that they came from noble families.
They turned around and quickly got off their horses, walking quickly to Ha Vang An.
As the two people smoothly saluted, each of the black armored warriors who looked like they could take on a hundred enemies, also neatly knelt on one knee.
What a shocking image, so many people clearly doing the same action.
Along with the armor and weapons clashing, the Iron Wall warriors all bowed their heads in unison:
"Your Highness, good morning."