The afternoon manor meeting was relatively relaxed.
Black Pete, the former Tunic Chief of Barley Tunic, was successfully elected.
Next, One-Eyed Boris, the former Tunic Chief, successfully retained his position in Wheat Tunic, which had 591 people and 100 households divided into nine ridges. Then, Lame Adolf, the former Tunic Chief, was successfully reelected in Alfalfa Tunic, which had 355 people and 62 households divided into six ridges.
Only Lentil Tunic, with 632 people and 108 households divided into ten ridges, saw some changes.
Its former Tunic Chief was Old Man Sharby, whose face always wore a smile and whose hair had already turned gray. He had earned the nickname "Old Man" because he was exceptionally skilled at growing vegetables and was happy to teach others how to grow them.
Besides planting lentils, nearly every serf household in Lentil Tunic had cleared a vegetable garden to grow some produce, so Old Man Sharby commanded great prestige.
The serfs had wanted to elect Old Man Sharby as Tunic Chief again.
Unfortunately, Sharby had grown old and could no longer move about conveniently, so he voluntarily withdrew from the election. But to everyone's surprise, the serfs elected Mrs. Sharby instead, who was more than a decade younger than her husband.
"Mrs. Sharby is as warmhearted as Old Man Sharby, and she knows how to grow vegetables too."
"Yeah, just a few days ago, Mrs. Sharby was helping us plant onions and celery!"
"I hope Mrs. Sharby can become Tunic Chief."
"Old Man Sharby will help Mrs. Sharby from behind the scenes."
The serfs sincerely supported the Sharby couple. Knowing how to read the weather and seasons to grow vegetables was a skill in itself; they could be considered serf craftsmen.
"My lord, this... Mrs. Sharby is a woman after all..." Charles found