After staying for a while, Praia asked again, "Aren't you afraid of being bitten if you put it in the allotment?"
"I'm not afraid… "
Brother has complete protective measures! And soon we will completely leave the front-line manual labor!
Wu Qingchen shook her head vigorously: "If the master didn't teach me how to heal cattle, why would I need medicinal herbs... Master's honey should not be wasted in vain."
"Okay, you are not afraid..." Praia was slightly moved, but he did not let go, "Even if you are not afraid, what about your father and your brothers?"
"There is this..." Wu Qingchen shook his hood and his large robe, "We can tie the hood and sleeves with fine rattan!"
"What about the owners of the surrounding land, neighbors passing by, and other villagers?"
"Uh... other land... neighbors, and other villagers..." Wu Qingchen's voice was much softer.
"That's okay!" Seeing that Wu Qingchen seemed to have no reason to speak, little Andre jumped out: "Everyone must be reasonable! If the teacher hadn't taught Luo Si how to treat cattle, they would have been in great trouble , now there is no time to worry about the work in the field!"
"Besides, what if you are bitten by a bee? This is the master's honey, the wealth of the church! Let them hurt a little, it is the test of the ruler, and God's blessing!"
Standing by the side, listening to little Andre's impassioned speech, Wu Qingchen couldn't help sighing: He deserves to be a preparatory grassroots lord who has received dual education from lords and churches since he was a child. Look at this strong lord class ideology.
Wu Qingchen was not surprised by Andre's words. From the integrated character information model of the earth, Wu Qingchen has long known that the kid next to him who seems to be easy to deal with is actually full of strong self-awareness of the ruling class. An important part of follow-up planning.
"Okay, okay..." Praia wouldn't compete with the two children, what's more, the two children's intentions were that they didn't want the church, or in other words, the interests of Master Praia to be damaged.
Let them go!
Anyway, honey will not go bad after staying in the honeycomb for a long time, and no matter how much it is used, it will not increase at most, and it will never decrease...
Thinking of this, Master Praia looked at Wu Qingchen again, "Do you really want to try?"
"Yes!" Wu Qingchen's expression of "as if he saw hope" was quite in place.
Seeing Wu Qingchen's expression, Pastor Playa suddenly sighed softly in his heart: This little guy probably hasn't tasted sweets in his life...
"Then you go!" Praia pondered for a while: "If you can really keep the beehives in the allotment, the honey in these beehives... well, I will give you some at that time!"
"what!"
Honey!
Standing by the side, Andre, who had nothing to do with himself, drooled instantly.
"Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!"
Wu Qingchen bent down deeply, and when he walked to the door of the church, he turned his head and gave Andre a wink.
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Night fell.
Near the foot of the cliff, crickets, frogs, and owls are singing one after another.
A gust of wind blew by, and the hay shed that was randomly built with thatch and dead branches immediately made a series of crackling sounds.
As if startled by the sound, a series of cooing and cooing sounds followed from the thatched shed.
In the corner of the hut, there are a few clumps of straw piled up in a mess. Some of them are withered and yellow, and most of them have turned black. Lying on top of this pile of musty straw, Tamara curled up and covered her stomach with her hands , It took a long time to calm down the strongly protesting stomach.
The feeling of hunger finally eased a little. Tamara ignored the dirt and grass stalks on the corner of her mouth, and quickly lay down again, trying to suppress the rhythm of her breathing.
This is the wisdom of life.
Move less, breathe less, and the feeling of hunger will come later.
Wind, wind... why is it so small... why not bigger... why didn't it blow this place down... why didn't it let me...
The uncontrollable thoughts in her mind spread here, and Tamara shivered suddenly.
How can I think like this? what a sin...
Regardless of saving her strength, Tamara quickly struggled to get up, knelt on the straw and prayed silently.
O merciful lord, may you not hear my sinful thoughts just now, I will live until you let me die mercifully, and I will happily enter your heaven.
But, merciful master... I'm so hungry...
Merciful Lord... I'm so tired... So sick...
"Huh... huh huh..."
A few fresh branches tied into a "door" were removed, and a thin figure got into the grass shed.
"Mother..." Through the moonlight coming in from the "door", I saw the situation in the corner of the thatched shed clearly, and the figure who entered the door was startled, "What are you doing..."
"It's okay, it's okay!" Tamara quickly sat back on the straw and looked at her son, "York, why did you come here? Is there something wrong with the master's barn?"
"No… "
York shook his head, motioned his mother to stop talking, then turned around and looked around outside the thatched shed, then tied the branches into a "door" and moved it back to the original place to block it carefully, and finally leaned sideways against the wall, listening to the movement outside .
After a long while, after confirming that there was nothing outside, York breathed a sigh of relief, carefully reached into his arms, and took out a small bag from his clothes.
"Mother..." Holding the small bag, York walked up to Tamara and slowly pulled the four corners of the cloth bag apart, "Look..."
One by one, plump, yellow, exuding a faint fragrance...
"Beans! So many beans!" Tamara's eyes widened suddenly, and a nervous expression came to her face instantly: "York, what are you doing? You took the grain from the barn... Oh my god! Did anyone see it?"
"No, I didn't take it..." York waved his hand, "It's not..."
"My God! My God!" Tamara didn't hear what her son said at all, and looked at the beans in front of her helplessly. Tamara shook her head anxiously and looked around aimlessly: "What if I was seen?" ? Do you know who might have been there at the time? Is it too late to find it now? Yes, yes, right now, go, go!"
"No one saw it! Mother!" York had to yell, "No one saw it!"
"No one saw it?" Tamara's eyes were still full of suspicion, but there was also some hope.
"Really! No! People! See!" Mother finally regained some sense, and York hurriedly said in the most serious tone: "Don't worry, Mother, these are not stolen beans, this is the dinner Ross gave us tonight!"
"Dinner? Beans?" In Tamara's eyes, the proportion of suspicion increased rapidly again.
It took a long time and a lot of saliva for York to finally convince Tamara, because the summer service is about to start, and the work in the barn is about to double, and Rose seems a little worried when he suddenly takes on the position of cowherd At that time, the work arrangement was not good, so I specially added some food to the serfs assigned to the barn.
"Then..." Tamara pointed to the cloth bag in front of her: "Is that much given to each person?"
"No, it's not..." York shook his head joyfully, and drew a big circle on the cloth bag with his hands: "...the beans that Ross gave us at night are much more than this...these are all leftovers."
"Really?" Looking at the beans and then at her son, Tamara suddenly smiled, "Then you must be full, right?"
"Yeah!" York hiccupped and patted his stomach vigorously: "I've never been so full before!"
"It's all beans?"
"yes!"
"Oh..." Tamara pointed at the corner of her son's mouth suddenly: "Then why are you still confused here?"
"Is there?" York was taken aback, and quickly touched the corner of his mouth, but when he put it in front of his eyes, he only saw black dirty marks.
"Mother..." York's voice dropped suddenly.
"My child..."
Tamara sighed, grabbed a handful of beans from the small bag that York had been holding in front of her, hesitated, picked a few more, and then gently but firmly pushed back to York.
"Mother!" York was a little anxious.
Tamara raised her hand and stopped her son's persuasion: "My child, I can eat these... Ross gave you beans because I want you to work hard in the barn. If you don't have the strength, do the work." No, how can you bring me beans to eat in the future?"
"In the future, in the future... What is the future!" The son's voice was deep: "Mother, you can't be hungry anymore! A few days ago, you passed out in the public! This is starvation! Father... Father, you used to be Such a dead..."
"How do you know? Who told you?" Tamara raised her head suddenly, eyes full of shock.
"I knew it a long time ago..." York's eyes were slightly red: "Mother, you must eat these beans. The summer service is about to start. You are still so hungry. What will you do then?"
Summer service...
Tamara's expression darkened, and she tried to squeeze out a few smiles, "Summer service is fine... When did you not come here like this? Besides, don't you also want summer service?"
"Loth said that during the summer service, we can eat beans every three days."
"Every... three... days... eat... once... beans..."
After finally repeating this incomprehensible sentence, Tamara stared blankly at the crystal beans in her hand, and murmured, "How is this possible..."
"Why not? Aunt Tamara, eat the beans, don't waste your son's heart..."
At this time, a young voice suddenly came from outside, and as the "door" formed by the branches was pushed open again, the second half of the young voice's words also came in:
"...as for your son, if he can do one thing for me, his beans, um, and your 'starvation disease' won't be a big deal anymore..."
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