He carefully put the "waste paper" made up of three notices into his arms, jumped on his horse, and galloped towards the Portal Manor outside the town.

As one of the first settlers, when Potal was placed in Tiefeng County, it was common for small groups of barbarians to cross the river and plunder, and new immigrants who lived alone were often exterminated.

Therefore, when it was first built, Portal Manor had a hint of a fortress - there were many trenches and walls, and the solid stone mansion was completely the main castle.

Seeing the master coming back, the tenant farmers guarding the gate of the manor hurriedly lowered the drawbridge.

Potal ran into the manor without stopping, and the suspension bridge slowly rose again.

Compared with other villages and towns that were dilapidated due to military disasters, Portal Manor is actually a prosperous scene.

The wasteland and farmland around the manor have all been reclaimed, and the wheat seedlings have grown luxuriantly.

As early as when tenant farmers and hired workers in other villages and towns fled, Portal joined forces with the manor owners of Shovel Harbor to control the landless farmers in this town.

Later, he gathered the refugees from other places and distributed food. He was respectfully called "Mr. Potal, the great good man" by the refugees.

Portal spared no effort in horse-power, and galloped all the way back to the door of the castle-like mansion, and asked his eldest son, "Where is Mr. Alpha?"

"Upstairs." Portal's eldest son replied hastily.

Portal threw the reins to his son, rushed into the mansion, and ran all the way up to the small living room on the second floor.

There was no one else in the small living room, only a young man.

The young man was leaning against the window, reading a letter. He was wearing a light green hunting suit, with a simple small sword hanging from his belt.

Just looking at the facial features, the young man's appearance is not handsome.

But his smile is very friendly, which makes people unconsciously like him. In addition, he has a good figure - slender fingers, strong and well-proportioned limbs.

Portal's little daughter and several young maids were already fascinated by this "Mr. Alpha".

Seeing Portal hurried up to the second floor, Mr. Alpha put away the letter and said with a smile: "Tomorrow night, another shipment of weapons and gunpowder will be delivered to Shovel Lake."

Potal was stunned at first, then ecstatically said: "Great!"

"Can you please send someone to pick me up?" Mr. Alpha added politely.

Potal was so excited that he forgot the original purpose of coming to Mr. Alpha. He patted his chest and promised: "Your Excellency, please don't worry, I will take him there myself!"

"Is there anything going on over there in Gevaudan?" asked Mr. Alpha.

Potal woke up from a dream and hurriedly took out a ball of crumpled paper from his arms: "The rebels sent three notices."

Portal wanted to spread out the notice, but his fingers were too clumsy and he tore a large tear inadvertently. Mr. Alpha took over and flattened the three crumpled papers again.

"This...how is it written..." Mr. Alpha couldn't help but laugh out loud after reading the notice: "How is it written like this?"

Portal immediately agreed: "It shows that the rebels are unpopular and they are all illiterate scoundrels."

In fact, for Portal, he thought the notice was well written. At least even a rough guy like him who only knew basic vocabulary could understand it.

"The rebels may be unpopular, but they are not illiterate scoundrels." Mr. Alpha corrected him. He tapped his finger on the window sill, narrowed his eyes, and asked, "Do you think what the rebel leader said is true?"

"Which thing? Herding cattle and sheep to eat wheat seedlings?" Potal sneered disdainfully: "This is unheard of."

"The Hurds are coming again."

"Well... it may be true. This winter is indeed not as cold as in previous years. But it may also be false... who knows?"

Mr. Alpha thought for a moment and nodded: "The rebel leader wants each village and town to form a militia. We just use the militia as a cover to organize and train the refugees. As for the beacon towers, we can set up some. Since the Hud people may come again, we must prepare

For a moment, send someone to deliver a message to Gévaudan, asking the rebels for weapons and food, and tell them that the militia needs them."

"Can the rebels give it?"

"It's good if you can give it, but it doesn't matter if you don't."

"Okay." Portal nodded vigorously.

"Go ahead."

Portal saluted, turned and left.

Mr. Alpha looked out the window and let out an almost inaudible sigh.

…

At the same time, at the town hall of Blackwater Town, more than a hundred kilometers away, the messenger cavalry was delivering Winters's handwritten letter and three notices to Lieutenant Bader.

Bud opened the lacquer seal, read the letter carefully, and read the notice line by line.

He also sighed heavily.

During this time, he has been traveling between farms, dealing with various major and minor matters.

His place is even more lacking in people than Winters' place, and he has to handle almost everything by himself.

He not only manages the distribution of farm tools, farm animals, seeds and other production materials, but also supervises and inspects the autumn plowing conditions on each farm.

In less than a month, several armed fights broke out between the resettled refugees and local farmers. It was only thanks to him that he rushed to mediate and arbitrate immediately that the conflicts did not intensify further.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and the farms need to repair their houses and harvest fuel, and he still has to make arrangements.

Bud was becoming almost visibly tired and even starting to look older.

Seeing that the farms were gradually getting back on track, he was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief and take a good rest, but...

It was useless to think too much. Bud accepted the reality calmly. After gathering his emotions, he opened the window and called loudly for the ponyboy.

Angelou, who was brushing horses in the backyard, heard the sound and ran into the town hall, still holding the brush in his hand.

"Collect the horses sent to the farms again."

"Collect it?" Angelou didn't know why: "Didn't you say that the horses should be put on various farms for the winter?"

Bud handed the letter and notice to Angelou. He felt sad, but his tone was calm: "After harvesting it, place it on the farm nearby in Blackwater Town. Let the horses go to eat the wheat seedlings. I will allocate some more fine materials to you.

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Although Angelou was learning to read during this period, he still had some difficulty reading letters. Only after reading the notice did he understand what had happened.

"Time is too tight." Angelou said bitterly: "The horse can't gain much fat."

"As much as you can, call Ish over."

Angelou raised his hand in salute and ran out to saddle up.

After a while, Ish, sweating profusely, walked into the town hall.

"You called me?" Ish was chopping firewood. Hearing that the lieutenant was looking for him, he hurried over.
Chapter completed!