Soros put his backpack upwards. In the Battle of Schlesug, he made a lot of money through the transaction of trophy and slaves. Now, with Arod returning to Mecklenburg County, he handed over the part he should have paid to Arod to the Treasurer, and walked out of the castle and headed towards his home. Soros' home was in the northwest corner of the town of Mecklenburg. The respected Earl of Mecklenburg Arod set up a community for the Jews there. The Jews who arrived first built houses in what was originally a vacant land. Most of these houses were very simple, with thatched roofs and walls made of mud, but they were safe and reliable. The Jews came here with their families. Now more than thirty Jews have gathered in this town of Mecklenburg.

"Ah, here." Soros stepped on the soil with his feet wearing leather sandals. The trail was remote because it had just been developed, so Arod's stone road was not paved here, but Soros's mood to go home was not greatly reduced.

"Ah haha." Before he entered the gathered community, Soros heard the children's play and frolic. A group of Jewish children ran around between the houses. The little boys were no different from other Germanic children except their hair color and curly, but the girls wore a special Jewish robes.

"Heller, Camille." Soros saw his child among the children, and he immediately shouted loudly. Soon a little boy and a slightly larger girl ran towards him quickly and threw herself into his arms.

"Dad." The little boy and the little girl hugged Soros and shouted excitedly.

"My babies." Soros squatted down and kissed the two children's faces. The children with thick black beards giggled, but they were still unwilling to leave their father's arms.

"Soros is back." When the Jews around him saw their minister return, they all walked out of their simple houses. They nodded and placed their fingers on their lips and foreheads to express their greetings to their minister.

"Dad brought me any gifts?" The little boy Heller raised his head, looked at his father with his big brown eyes, and asked Soros.

"Oh, of course, I brought gifts to everyone." Soros led his children back to his cottage, put his heavy backpack on the ground, opened the rope tied on it, and took out many Viking wood carvings from it, which he exchanged for some cider from Mecklenburg in his spare time, and the Vikings were very keen on this cider and even willing to buy it with his own gold jewelry. This made Soros discover a way to make money. He decided to buy cider in the Principality of Mason and then sell it to Vikings in the Vikan region by sea.

"Trojan, warrior, I want warrior." Heller excitedly snatched a wooden carved horse-riding warrior. The Jewish children around him looked at him with envy, which greatly satisfied Heller's vanity, and the little girl Camille also got a beautiful turquoise.

"God bless you to come back safely." Soros's wife carried a wicker basket with some chaotic and thick wool threads. The Jews were not allowed to cultivate the land. In order to survive, they could only do some work that others did not do, such as washing clothes or sorting out chaotic wool threads for others. The hard work was only three meals a day.

"Oh, my dear wife, put down the wool. I'm going to make enough money this time." Soros asked his wife to put down the basket and put it in his wife's ear and whispered.

"Oh? Do the nobles really allow you to do battlefield business?" Soros's wife sat on a wooden bench and asked curiously, knowing that the nobles treat Jews like livestock, and they will not allow them to take away money, even if they earned from hard business.

"Of course, I have never seen a nobleman like the Count of Mecklenburg. May God bless him so generous and trustworthy." Soros said excitedly. He had never thought of taking the money away, but Arod only collected the agreed money as they agreed, and ignored the rest.

"We must make good use of this money. Only God knows whether this kind of thing will happen." Soros's wife lowered her head and thought about it, warning her husband that the Jews had suffered too much of this kind of loss in displacedness. Perhaps soon the soldiers of the Earl of Mecklenburg would come here, and take away a single son and not leave them.

"I know, oh, what about Moses by the way? Why didn't I see him?" Soros held his wife's face and nodded in agreement, but when he looked around, he realized that his eldest son was not there, which made him a little puzzled.

"Hey, I really don't know how to talk about it. Moses, a child, has been addicted to the arena recently and will not go home for a long time. This makes me very worried." Soros's wife frowned and picked up the wicker basket again. Most of the arenas are gambling business. Although sometimes Jews will earn money through gambling, as they know, the gambling banker in the arena is run by the Earl of Mecklenburg, and no one else can intervene. This makes Soros' wife very afraid that she will anger the lord and be deported.

"Mom, Dad, are you back?" As he was speaking, Soros' eldest son strode in from outside the door. He saw his father at a glance and quickly greeted him in a proper manner.

"Where are you going, Moses?" Soros also realized the same problem, so he asked sternly.

"Oh, I, I just came back from the arena." Moses quickly replied to his father.

"Did you participate in gambling and serving in the banker? I tell you that this place is different from other countries. I heard in the court of the Earl Mecklenburg that the Earl Earl is hosting the gambling and serving in the arena. If you harm his interests, it will endanger the lives of our whole family, so you must not participate." Soros sternly warned his eldest son, who was like other young Jews, was full of business mind and adventurous spirit, but this personality would also cause great danger.

"Oh, father, don't worry. I know very well that the Blood Drip Brothers is hosting the business there, but I did not harm the interests of Lord Earl. I just introduced the rules of gambling with a few friends to the newcomers there. The result was very good. Not only did we have the intermediary fee to get, but even the master in charge of gambling was very satisfied." Moses said proudly.

"That's good." Soros breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that his son had not caused trouble. He stretched out his arms to hug his family in his arms. He felt that his future was bright. (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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