Qin Lun thought for a while, then squatted down and grabbed a handful of dust on his face until he made him dirty before stopping.

Qin Lun carefully avoided the sight of the manor servants and quietly touched the horse tent. He had already figured out the identity he was going to pretend to be next.

...

"Tony, what's wrong with the master's horse?" The manor stopped the work, opened the window and looked at the horse shed, turned around and ordered a male servant under his command.

"Oh, OK." The young servant walked out of the manor gate reluctantly and walked towards the horse's hut with loud neighing.

&pnnn,⊥.≥△.▽;There are black slaves in Wilson's manor who take care of big animals such as cattle and horses, but the work on the plantation is very busy at this moment, and all the people are working in the field.

The servant named Tony muttered something in his mouth, and he walked towards the horse house slowly.

In this era, there was no slavery in Europe, and only North American colonial plantations used large numbers of black slaves from the Black Triangle trade. However, the wealthy families and nobles in this era still had many tenants and servants who were dependent on them.

There are also many servants in the noble manor. As a personal servant who can serve at the host's banquet, Tony has a much higher status in the manor than a groom, so he naturally does not want to serve the horses when preparing for dinner.

But as soon as he walked to the door of the horse house, he immediately forgot his complaints and was frightened by the irritable horses who were slacking off and jumping in the horse house.

"Oh, my goodness!" Tony was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses. He immediately ran to the gate of the horse railing, trying to appease these inexplicably crazy big beasts.

"Yu Yu" was just that the young servant was not a groom who was familiar with these horses after all. A brown Dutch horse raised his head and knocked him up.

"Do you need help?" Just as Tony was in a mess, a young man leaned into the door of the horse room and crawled in.

"Of course, damn it!" Tony got up from the ground in annoyance and cursed at the big beast in front of him, "Help me hold it!"

"Haha, this is not possible. This Groningen horse is very spiritual. If you want to reduce its vigilance, you need to be gentler." The young man entering the door smiled and put down the bag on his shoulders and walked to the front of the horse railing.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Tony, who had been trying to hold the horse's head, suddenly became shocked. He saw the young man who came in bent down and crawled into the horse bar.

"Don't worry, I just see why it's so irritable... Oh, I get it, it was stabbed by a wooden thorn!"

"Okay, okay, little beauty, don't be afraid, it won't hurt right away..."

"Yu" The Dutch mare suddenly shuddered and sniffed a big noise, and it really calmed down slowly.

"Look, it was this wooden thorn that stuck to the butt that made it so irritable!" The young man came out from behind the horse's butt and showed Tony a two-inch-long wooden thorn. "It should be that the wooden lining board inside the horse railing had burrs."

"This is all the fault of those lazy guys in the Ma Fang. I'll let Butler Parker teach them a lesson!" Tony muttered angrily.

"Okay, the other horses should be affected by it. When they calm down, it will be fine." The young man handed the wooden thorn to Tony and told him with a smile, "However, when others come back, it is best to let them boil some hot water and scrub the little beauty to prevent wound infection. This Dutch warm-blooded horse is probably the treasure of the man!"

"Thank you so much. You are not a person in the manor, right? I seem to have never seen you!" Tony finally had time to look at the young man in front of him and asked vigilantly.

The colonies of North American continent have never been a place with good public security. Colonists from the European continent often face countless difficulties and dangers.

Indians with hatred, thieves, bandits, pirates, homeless men, escaped slaves... Tony has seen many figures with ulterior motives near the manor. Even if the young man in front of him looks like a simple honest man and has helped him just now, he will not relax his guard.

"I come from Wilmington in the north. I have too many younger brothers and sisters in the family. My father said I have grown up and asked me to come out and find a job, which can reduce the burden on the family!" The young man smiled embarrassedly.

Tony's heart moved slightly. As a servant who worked for the plantation master, he understood what happened to the young man in front of him. Most families who came to North America to make a living were not wealthy. As a poor man, most of the half-baby boys were driven out by his family at the age of eighteen or even sixteen.

If I weren't lucky, I'd probably be similar to him! Thinking of this, Tony looked at the young man carefully. He was wearing a shabby coat, his rolled trousers were covered with mud, and his face and hair were covered with gray, and he seemed to have really been a long way.

Looking at the young man's small baggage thrown on the ground and the honest smile on his face, Tony's alertness suddenly faded a lot.

"Come on, come with me!" Tony turned his head and signaled to the young man, "There is still some mashed potatoes left in the kitchen. You just helped a lot. I think Butler Parker shouldn't mind this food."

"That... thank you so much!" The young man licked his dry lips and couldn't help swallowing.

"You haven't had lunch today!" Tony glanced at him and asked with a funny look.

"Yes, yes, I haven't eaten anything since last night." The young man turned red and he lowered his head embarrassedly.

"Oh!" Surprisingly, Tony did not laugh at him, but instead accelerated his pace and led the young man to the main building of the manor.

I was lucky. After only one move, I met a sympathetic boy! Qin Lun looked at Tony's back and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

This world has just undergone some transformation of magical laws, which belongs to the low demon world, and has greatly suppressed the apostle's advanced magical abilities.

But even so, the elf story that comes with Qin Lun's elf bloodline can still have some effect, and there is no problem to appease the Dutch horse that has been tampered with. The key is the timing of the attack and how to win the trust of the servants who came to inspect the manor in the manor.

He had been observing near the horse house for a long time and was sure that the grooms had gone to work. At this time, it was the manor to prepare dinner. Some older servants like housekeepers and head maids would not have time to check in the horse house. At most, they would send a young male servant to come.

This means that it is greatly reduced to the difficulty of Qin Lun communicating with him. As long as he can win the trust of the servants of the first manor, it will be easier for him to influence others with his help and establish a preliminary sense of identity.

This is similar to the brainwashing process of pyramid schemes in later generations, and is both an application of psychology.

Of course, Qin Lun's plan is a bit rough compared to the previous strategies. However, first, he doesn't waste much time, and second, the plan is simple. As long as you try a few more times, you will always encounter a suitable breakthrough.

"By the way, have you raised a horse before?" When Tony walked to the door of the manor, he suddenly remembered something and asked.

"Well, my father had a small ranch in Walsall. Later, the ranch went bankrupt and our whole family immigrated here. I worked at Brown Ranch west of Wilmington. Later, Mr Brown found two big black men to replace me. He thought my wages were too high." Qin Lun said with a sad face, "Actually, I only have one pound plus fifteen shillings a month."

"Not two pounds?" Tony was shocked. This salary was basically the same as the lowest-class servant in Wilson Manor.

For a groom, even if you want to buy food and accommodation, it is considered a low income. Of course, for black slaves who don’t have money, the salary is considered a high.

"The horses in Brown Ranch are much worse than those in your horses. Although they are not edible horses, they are not horse racing. They are just sold to people to pull carts." Qin Lun shrugged and said helplessly, "This kind of horse is easier to serve. Mr. Brown cannot use a groom like me!"

Qin Lun's resentment of being unacceptable to talent did not resonate with Tony, but it further dispelled his suspicion.

Care for horse racing and stallions, and the horses used to take care of carts, are indeed two different ways. The former one needs to be served by one person alone, while the latter one is more durable and does not need to be matched with the feed in particular.

The former horse requires a professional groom and hires herders who are very familiar with horses. The latter horse can be used as long as someone teaches for a month, even black slaves can make do with it. Tony can fully understand why the farmer of Brown Ranch doesn't want the young groom in front of him.

"Walsol? Then are you an Englishman?" Tony's eyes rolled, he suddenly slowed down, and leaned over to Qin Lun and whispered, "Actually, our master has always been unsatisfied with the niggers in the horse house. You will be smarter later, maybe you have the chance to find a job here..."

"I didn't expect this guy to be a racist!" Qin Lun looked at Tony who was pretending to be nothing in front and curled his lips mockingly. He pretended to be a groom just to have an opportunity to enter the manor openly, and he never thought about how long he could stay.

In Qin Lun's opinion, if Sir Wilson has a problem, he will basically find out the clues tonight. If there is no problem, then he will have to leave tomorrow morning, after all, there are only the last four days left.

"Tony, why did you come? The kitchen is so busy, come and help!" Tony took Qin Lun into the side door of the manor. A fat chef who looked a little older showed his head out of the kitchen and shouted fiercely to the two of them.

"Here, here!" Tony replied, lowered his voice and said quickly, "Melanda is back. She is the cook of the manor. It seems that there is no way to get you food now. Follow me to help first. If Melanda doesn't object to letting you work, butler Parker will at least keep you for a meal later."
Chapter completed!