Originally, the man spoke ill of the lord and felt a little guilty.
After being retorted by little Kevin in public, he immediately shrank his neck and did not dare to speak any more.
The village chief Owen said at this time.
"Don't talk nonsense. Even though the lord is young, his methods are very tough!"
"And after he eliminated the George family, he also distributed food to our village."
"Have you ever seen such a noble gentleman before?"
"Just because he broke into the George family that day and killed them indiscriminately, he wouldn't have come to deceive us farmers!"
"I have a hunch that they might really be giving us livestock!"
The villagers in other surrounding villages were also talking in low voices, and most of them were full of doubts. Everyone was afraid of the lord's power and did not dare to disobey orders, so they were forced to gather together. No one really dared to believe that this was a good thing.
As noon approached, almost all the villagers from each village were present.
The side door of Harrenhal slowly opened.
A group of servants walked out in an orderly manner. Some were carrying wooden tables and basins, some were carrying clean wooden barrels, and some were holding sets of cutlery.
A servant shouted loudly, and his voice spread throughout the room.
"All Harrenhal citizens, listen!"
"The lord is sympathetic to your hard work and has specially asked the kitchen to prepare lunch for you. Everyone should come forward to receive it in an orderly manner!"
"No fighting or making noise. If you dare to cause trouble, the guards next to you will not take it easy!"
The villagers were stunned on the spot, looking at each other in disbelief, and some even rubbed their ears in disbelief.
They had never seen such a generous nobleman in their entire lives.
The high-ranking lord would actually prepare meals for the lower-level farmers.
The whole audience was filled with astonishment for a moment.
Only Kevin reacted the fastest. He stood up suddenly and rushed towards the food distribution point.
As he ran, he turned around and greeted the villagers excitedly.
"Come on! Uncle Owen! Master Earl has prepared lunch for us!"
"I saw it. There was yellow bread in the basin. I have never eaten this kind of bread!"
Owen was anxious and helpless, and quickly shouted:
"Kevin, run slowly! Don't hit the adults in the castle!"
He turned around and encouraged the hesitant villagers around him:
"You're not even afraid of children, you adults are just so scared!"
Kevin was the first to rush to the table where the food was distributed.
The maid in charge of distributing food said softly:
"Here, get your bread! Go to the side to get the cutlery, and there's hot broth for you to drink!"
Kevin held the golden bread in his hands, brought it to the tip of his nose and took a deep breath.
"Wow, it smells so good! Ah. I've never seen bread that smells so good!"
He obediently received the tableware and filled a bowl of hot broth. He hesitated for a long time while holding the bowl, and finally plucked up the courage to look up at the guard standing guard.
"Sir, may I ask... Will Mr. Earl come out to see us today?"
This group of guards was dragged out by Willy Wode early in the morning to lecture them.
I have specifically warned all the guards to be gentle and patient with the people, and the lord will indeed show up in person today.
Although the guard was a little impatient, he still replied:
"Eat in peace. When you finish your meal, the lord will come out naturally."
As soon as Owen finished making the broth, he turned around and saw Kevin daring to take the initiative to talk to the castle guards. He was so frightened that his whole body stiffened and his heart was beating wildly.
He rushed forward in a few steps, took the bread in his hand, slapped Kevin on the head, and scolded him in a low voice.
"You are so courageous! Dare you disturb the master casually? Come over and have dinner!"
After saying that, he smiled flatteringly at the guard:
"I'm really sorry, sir. This child is young and ignorant. I will take him away right now."
In the eyes of the lower-class peasants, the guards around the nobles were aloof and untouchable.
Offending even a dog from a noble family may lead to disaster.
This guard was used to the fear and humiliation of the villagers, and had long been accustomed to it. He just casually raised his hand to signal them to retreat.
Owen breathed a sigh of relief and quickly pulled Kevin away.
Kevin looked unconvinced and complained softly:
"Why are you pulling me?"
"If I don't pull you, I'll make the master angry, so I'll cut you off and no one will care!"
"I don't believe it. They are the men of Master Earl! Master Earl is a great hero and will not bully us. His men will never bully us either!"
Owen was angry and anxious.
"Kevin, you are still young, and you don't understand many things! Most aristocratic gentlemen are moody. They may be amiable to you today, but they may become ruthless tomorrow."
"Anyway, just remember not to have too close contact with them. This is for your own good!"
"I won't listen! Master Earl is a good person! If you don't believe it, don't drink the broth he gives you!"
After Kevin finished speaking, he ran back to the crowd in Qingshi Village angrily, gnawing on the soft bread and drinking the broth, which was extremely sweet.
The surrounding villagers who had been hesitantly watching finally felt relieved when they saw that Kevin had actually received lunch.
Everyone no longer hesitated and rushed forward to receive the meal.
Fortunately, the guards were well prepared. They just scolded a few words in a low voice, and everyone immediately lined up obediently.
For a moment, the only sound in the entire open space was the sound of people drinking soup and chewing, and occasionally a few suppressed exclamations could be heard.
"Seven on top! There are really pieces of meat in this broth!"
"Eat quickly, it tastes delicious!"
"This bread is so delicious! There seems to be butter inside, and it's so soft!"
"This Lord Earl of Harrenhal is such a rare and good person!"
Some of these farmers have never left their villages in their lives.
They only know that there is a noble lord above them, but most people don't know that there are even greater nobles above them.
I just thought they were all the same.
Kevin felt extremely proud as he listened to the people around him praising Davion. He couldn't help but snorted softly at Owen to prove that he was right.
While the villagers were having a meal, the servants in the castle carried rows of wooden cages out one after another.
The cage was full of lively chickens, and behind them there were people holding piglets, lambs, and calves, and they lined up.
On the city wall, Davion and Tyrion stood side by side, quietly overlooking the lively scene below.
Davion frowned slightly, with a trace of compassion hidden in his eyes.
As the saying goes, poverty breeds ambition, wealth breeds conscience!
If you have money, you won't be able to see these sufferings in the world.
Tyrion is Westeros one of the few people who values the people at the bottom.
However, most of his good intentions have utilitarian purposes and are the ruler's instinctive means to stabilize people's hearts and maintain governance.
Compared to the miserable situation of those farmers, what caught his attention more was Davion's mood at this time.
Tyrion couldn't help but joke:
"I saw you were so cruel during the martial arts competition, but I didn't expect you to have such a soft-hearted and kind side!"
Davion gave a wry smile.
"You have never lived a hard life! Only when you strip away the identity of Lannister can you understand how I feel."
As soon as his voice changed, his eyes became firm.
"But I believe that with me here, my subjects will definitely get better and better in the future."