In fact, the whole 'Johannes' territory is leaning against the mountains to the north and south, at the entrance of the 'Black Pearl Valley'. In such an environment, the wind between the pine forests is still not small. But because this big mill is mainly used for making wine, it is actually a big winery. So there is no windmill installed.
In addition to this big mill, there are still many small mills in some farms on the mountain, but none of them have windmills and no water mills. Therefore, the grain grown on the land of the people's families is usually ground by livestock or manpower.
Within the large mill is mainly brewing, while those outside the shed inside, are used to grind the grain grinding tools. Some agricultural tools and miscellaneous items, also stacked among them.
See those mills, George heart more than a few points to look forward to. According to reason, in this disaster, the winery has long been useless. Should have been converted into a place to store grain.
A few arrows suddenly shot towards the zombies, but did not hit at all. George looked back and found that Alexander was drawing his bow over there. After finding that he had missed, the guy was a little annoyed and picked up the arrow feathers again - but in the end, still under the cold gaze of the boss, touched his big head and stopped this wasteful behavior.
The day was foggy, and the zombie was 50 or 60 paces away, so it was not very clear - maybe it was the scarecrow inside the field!
"Actually, my best skill is throwing weapons, my lord. Heh heh heh." Alexander showed his teeth and said with a big, naive grin.
George rolled his eyes. With the level of archery skills shown by this guy, he really did not expect much from that so-called 'throwing' level - although it is indeed a little better than him.
"Let's go into the mill first." George said with a glance at the mill.
The big man 'Oh' did not think much of it, pushed the door and found it locked from the inside, but after a foot up, the door was kicked straight open.
In the midst of that gloomy mill, two figures suddenly lunged from behind the door. Alexander was slightly stunned, raised his hand and swung his sword, directly splitting a zombie into two. It was like splitting a cornstalk! The other one was casually smashed in the head with his shield, and kicked the corpse to the wall above.
The whole process was like bullying two small children.
"So there are 'people' inside." Alexander naive surveyed the surroundings and walked in towards the inside. It was as if he had just swatted away two flies.
Alexander's blandness made George feel slightly surprised. After all, unlike himself, he had long known through the scroll that there were two zombies in here.
''These two unlucky people looked like they should have locked themselves inside, and they had thought they could linger on for a while longer. But one of them should have been scratched and bitten, but was in a fluke mentality did not say with his companion, making them both eventually die here.' George generally in the heart secretly guess, generally into the mill, towards the surrounding survey up.
Inside the mill is a large space, in addition to many abandoned wine troughs, there are many miscellaneous items and hay around. And at the back was connected to a large wine cellar.
'Looks like I guessed right, this wine mill has basically been completely abandoned, even some grinding tools were carried in. Then the cargo barn inside should also be completely converted into a barn only.'' He nodded, with some hope rising in his heart, and walked with Alexander toward the original one behind the mill.
What he saw on the way was a mess, and the wine trough revealed an aura of corruption, which made George's heart tighten a little. And when rounded a corridor, after opening the broken warehouse door, he looked at the still dripping shed roof, his face became ugly.
As he expected, there was indeed some stored grain in it, and very much so, but it was all ruined.
Although the barn was not leaking all over like the tavern, it seemed that no one had been doing maintenance for some time. Not to mention the drying of grain. Under the continuous autumn rain, the things inside will soon be damp and spoil and rot away.
"It should not ah, the castle collapse should not happen for a long time. But this warehouse is definitely not just a few months without repair!" George grabbed his hair in death, not wanting to believe what was in front of him.
A 'whoosh' sound came from behind him, and George looked back to find that big fool was over there shooting big rats with a bow and arrow.
He gave the guy a hard stare and stopped him from this stupid behavior. Amidst the bodyguard's embarrassed 'heh heh heh' giggle, George walked towards a corner in the warehouse - he was still reluctant. He remembered that there was a floor door in that location that led to the big wine cellar here.
That big wine cellar is actually the biggest storage place in the whole territory.
However, it was the same as the storage rooms underneath the castle and the tavern, all of which were used to store wine...
Kicking away some weeds, George got the big heavy wooden board out from underneath. Then, he swung the nail hammer to crack the rusted lock, some effort to lift the heavy wooden board to open.
Some dust fell on George's head, and the stone stairs appeared in front of him. In that darkness, you can faintly hear some things going through below.
'Scared the old man, I've read the scrolls, there are no monsters here, so that sound should be a big rat, right?'
Patting his little heart that was beating around, George tore open a corner of his cloak and slowly rolled it on top of the nail hammer. Then, he took out some grease (a mixture of pine oil and kerosene) collected at the blacksmith store in the travel pouch at his waist, made the nail hammer into a torch and lit it up.
The wine cellar is very large, and the space in several places together is not smaller than the space above. And the environment here is also much better, not only no leakage, there are many dry grass and lime on the ground to keep dry, making the whole space is not damp.
In order to store red wine, the temperature and humidity here, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, are maintained in the most suitable range.
The entire large cellar is filled with neatly stacked oak barrels, thousands of them. The source, texture, air-drying and baking of these oak barrels are very elaborate. And after casting, are after more than three years of natural drying, before they began to put into use. This allows those red wines to deepen the flavor and quality in the years of sedimentation, and gradually become mature products.
In this era, this storage method is undoubtedly very advanced. In many other wineries in the continent, wines are often stored for less than a few years. So only the most specialized wineries will spend the cost and technology to keep their wines in this way.
For other wineries, it is not worth the cost of a few hundred to a few dozen acres of wine land. The new wines are often enough for domestic sales. Very few of them can be sold abroad.
The wineries in the Black Pearl Valley are undoubtedly the most professional and sell well around the world. But in this cellar in Johannes, many of the barrels are already empty. Some have rotted and become rat nests.
Only a small number of oak barrels of wine storage, was placed in the best location alone. There were about a hundred or so barrels in all. They showed signs of being knocked by rats, but they were undamaged.
--but apart from these barrels, there was not a speck of grain here.
''Father... Aren't you a little too greedy for money? What time is it, the best place for you to put wine? Even if you put wine, you don't want to throw away empty wine barrels? Why don't you just leave it for food storage? George said fiercely in his heart, he closed his eyes just want to cry a lot.
But this is no wonder. Because although those oak barrels are not something valuable, but in the heart of the lord of the big winery, but are carefully made out of the treasure, so the old baron is indeed not willing to clean up the place empty.
Of course, if the barn above is well preserved, the grain, it is indeed enough for this small territory to eat for a year or two - not to mention the castle and the barn.
Who could have predicted such an extreme situation?
But when that thing develops to the worst case scenario, everything is already the same.
Wiping the wetness from the corners of his eyes, George walked out of the cellar with his head hanging in despair. The Alexander who is scratching around for a big rat called to the side, the two walked towards the mill.
For such a result, George heart resentment incomparable.
Obviously, there had been territorial people in the territory before. But everything he saw showed that they hadn't been working.
'Why don't they repair and fix the barn? Just because of the fog and monsters? Would you rather starve to death than lift your guts to come out of the house and work?' Slapping those stone mills in the mill, George finally couldn't help but throw his head back and whine: "These damn fools! My food!!!"
A 'lord' gave him a response - it pushed the door from outside and came in crookedly.
George frowned slightly at the bald-haired rotten fellow: "Sight, hearing, smell... What the hell are these guys doing to track their prey?"
He remembered that when the two of them just entered the mill, the nearest zombie was also 50 or 60 paces away. If they hadn't found the prey, they wouldn't have walked in so coincidentally.
I don't know if it's because they heard themselves talking or the smell became clearer, but the zombies came in no longer as slow as before, instead they rushed straight over.
Just at this time, a sharp arrow shot at its body, and the powerful impact made the zombie lose its balance. Then its body lurched, flopped a dog shit, planted on the ground.
And the arrow's shaft was also broken by the zombie's body.
But its body swayed, and then it was about to stand up again.
"Stop wasting arrows, I've already said it three times!" Looking at the broken arrows stuck in the zombie's body, George pursed his lips and turned a little blue. Before Alexander and he said, in addition to not being able to beat iron, he also can not sharpen the arrow shaft.
"Heh heh heh."
George rubbed up the bruises on his forehead.
The zombie that had already regained its footing lunged toward the Great Lord George, and the angry George swung his spike hammer and wheeled it directly to shatter its head.
George let out a breath, feeling with this hammer, chest depression relieved a lot.
Suddenly, a little green starlight floated from the zombie's body to the canon on George's waist like a firefly. George blinked to make sure he was not mistaken, but he did not have the heart to check the scroll now. Because he found several more zombies coming from the other side of the door.
'Not just a few, it should be a dozen... No, it's a swarm of corpses!!!''