116: Chapter 97, Brothers Reunite_2 116: Chapter 97, Brothers Reunite_2 “Beat your little brother while you still can, or you won’t be able to later.”
This classic line was Hudson’s childhood trauma.
If it weren’t for his carefree and average disposition, he would have suspected that he was being possessed by an elder.
If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.
No one would think you’re mute.
Hudson, you’re doing well.
There’s no need to get upset with a loser.
We’re not from the same world anyways—ignoring him is the best choice.”
Nelson scolded sternly.
Family infighting is not something to be proud of.
They’re all too busy trying to cover it up, let alone instigating it.
Although unsaid, Hudson understood.
Laisol was being abandoned by the family, and he guessed that he would be sent away once he was an adult.
Chances are he wouldn’t even be able to use the Koslow surname anymore.
After all, a nobody who is not even a knight, doing things under the family name, would just cause embarrassment to the clan.
Hudson understood the reason very well.
It had to do with his own rapid rise, and the family members felt that keeping Laisol was detrimental to the unity of the clan.
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Not to mention that none of the serfs who came with Hudson went back.
Even their families were sent here.
Not only were people sent over, but hundreds of thousands of pounds of grain were also delivered.
The increasing expenses were not just these.
The previous tensions in Layton and Wharton forced the branches of the Koslow family to expand their armaments.
Worried about the situation, Baron Redman expanded his guard team to 500 men.
Even though the soldiers were made up of serfs, which saved some wages, the military expenditure still surged.
The constant swelling of expenses inevitably strained the family’s finances.
Hudson, understanding Laisol, guessed that his tactless brother had once again brushed the wrong way in front of their father.
Moreover, with other family members instigating, it’s not surprising that Baron Redman, who had many sons, might have decided to give up on his least promising child in his anger.
In a way, this was a pit Hudson had dug before leaving home, creating an image of “stupidity” for Laisol in front of Baron Redman.
Once a perception is deeply ingrained, any mistake will be amplified.
As time accumulated, the affection between the father and son was depleted, leading up to a breaking point.
“Don’t worry, Nelson.
Arguing with a dummy will only lower our standards.
Let’s not talk about this annoying matter, now that we have a rare chance to meet, let’s catch up and see how you guys have been these years.”
Hudson said generously.
At this point, he really didn’t plan on holding grudges anymore.
After scraping his brother to the point that he lost his noble status, even if he survived, he’d spend the rest of his life in torment.
Maple Domain, in order to finish the autumn planting task as soon as possible, Baron Katelai had to let the soldiers put down their armors and work in the field with others.
This was common across the Continent of Aslante.
Military training would take place during farmers’ leisure time, but during the farming season, they would go back home to farm.
There were fully commissioned armies, but they were very few.
Most of the armies were working part-time as farmers, and everyone’s gotten used to it.
Looking at the bustling scene, Baron Katelai was immersed in the joy of the harvest.
The Maple Domain was highly fertile land so the grain production was 70-80% higher than that of the Northern Border.
If you calculate the “profit”, one acre could equal several acres.
However, his happiness didn’t last for very long.
Only separated by a small creek, the autumn planting on the other side had already been finished.
Only a few scattered women were left in the field, sowing seeds from a basket.
Happiness comes from comparison.
As for plowing the fields, animals were inevitably better than human power.
Even the strongest soldiers couldn’t beat a nag when it came to plowing the land.
Baron Katelai wasn’t without horses, but the ones he had were precious war horses.
He couldn’t make them plow the field, could he?
Although war horses aren’t completely unable to plow fields, the price would be quite high.
If he accidentally ruined one, he would die of heartache.
Ever since he left the Northland, the number of war horses he had continued to decrease.
If the loss continued, he feared that the cavalry would all have to become infantry.
Giving up on this unreliable idea, Baron Katelai frowned and asked, “Uncle Holman, are there no oxen or nags in the vicinity to buy?”
Whoever owned the land, it was their headache.
At the current planting speed, it would be hard to finish planting the Maple Domain before the season changes, let alone the outlying fields.
Wasting a season would be a loss.
Watching in silence as the wealth that could belong to him passed by hurt Baron Katelai.
If everyone was in the same situation, it would be another story.
However, his neighbor had finished planting first.
“We can’t even rent livestock, let alone buy it.
Now, the ones who own livestock are native nobles, and no one would rent to us, even if we were willing to pay a high price.”
Knight Holman said helplessly.
He really tried his best to find livestock.
Unfortunately, these means of production were controlled by the nobles and were rarely on the market, especially now.