Hansel's brain circuit is not reliable, but his wife's eyes are much more reliable.
At this moment, Sanchez, and his second son, are indeed staying in the hut of the former cowherd, the Brown/Rodriguez family.
A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. There is no such saying in the medieval world, but based on the same principle, it is also a grass shed. The grass shed of the original cowherd Brown’s family is much better than that of the serf mother and son York and Tamara’s family.
Just look at this abode.
The ground is specially compacted hard mud, the roof is high-end fresh thatch, the walls are atmospheric fresh branches, and the corners are stacked with high-grade fresh straw.
Everything is very fresh, even the wall that could not be filled in a hurry, the breeze that leaks out brings a bit of freshness.
On a hot summer night, the cool breeze is blowing, which is quite a pleasant thing.
It's a pity that the Brown family was not very happy when they were used to living in the original mansion and suddenly moved into a residence so close to nature.
"Sanchez... thanks... thank you for the wheat... huh... huh..."
The previous cowherd, Mr. Brown/Rodriguez, was stepped on by a cattle a while ago, probably injured his lungs, and lay reclining in the pile of straw in the corner. After half a sentence, Brown began to Panting heavily, he pressed his chest, took a few breaths, and then gradually recovered: "If... if it wasn't for you, and... Wright... I have been helping you all this time, I... we really don't know what to do manage… "
"Needless to say, we are brothers!" Sitting directly on the ground, Sanchez held Brown firmly, his face full of worry and concern: "You have a good rest, don't talk too much, don't think too much, only In this way, your body will recover faster... After a while, when you are almost recovered, I will think of a way and ask for it... "
"Hahaha… "
Hearing these words from his younger brother, Brown gave a bitter smile: "After a while... After a while... It's almost good..."
Repeating these words, the ex-cowherd, who was still in high spirits ten days ago, put more force on his arms covering his chest, pulling out deep wrinkles in his robe, and his voice was full of sorrow: "Time ... I... my body, I... don't I know... time... where is the time!"
"But... but..." Sanchez said "but" for a long time, but couldn't think of any words of comfort. He sighed deeply, and Sanchez patted his brother's shoulder lightly: "No matter what, don't move around. ... You lie down and sleep first, at least you can live more comfortably this way."
Quietly in the hut, Sanchez helped his elder brother lie down among the straw piles. After a while, the latter gradually closed his eyes, his frowning brows relaxed again, and his breathing rhythm slowed down.
Waiting for his brother to fall asleep completely, Sanchez stood up and walked to his nephews, with a serious look on his face: "It's getting worse..."
"Yeah..." Baker, the eldest son of the former cowherd, injured his shoulder in a cattle farming accident, and can no longer lift his right arm. "Since I lived here, my father's condition has become worse and worse."
"Ah..." Sanchez sighed again.
"Uncle..." At this time, Green - the second son of the former cowherd - also limped over: "Will you help us?"
"Of course." Sanchez nodded without hesitation: "You are my nephews, and I will definitely help you."
"Can you... can..." Green hesitated, hesitated for a long time, and finally said: "Can you... hurry up?"
"What did you say?" Hearing this, the eldest son of the former cowherd immediately gave his younger brother a hard look, "Are you blind? Can't you see the wheat that uncle just sent?"
Regardless of scolding his younger brother, Baker hurriedly turned to his uncle: "Uncle, don't be angry, don't talk to this fool!"
"Uncle, I was wrong..." Green also quickly explained: "I definitely don't want to rush you, and I don't have any resentment, it's just... just, father really can't hold it anymore!"
"Oh! I know, I know. Baker, don't blame Green, I know all these things..."
Sanchez didn't mind, but his tone was a little more serious: "It's just that it's really not a good opportunity now... After all, the summer service is not over yet, and the cattle in the village haven't been completely cured... Sir, I must still remember it now." It's very clear. After a while, when the autumn is harvested and the sheep and chickens are fatter, I will ask the steward to try my best to keep you from going to the manor court. Easy job..."
"Thank you so much Uncle!"
"Fortunately, uncle..."
Baker and Brothers Grimm quickly thanked each other without saying a word.
Sanchez spoke soft words of comfort.
"Anyway, you're going to lose food and livestock again..."
After the stage of gratitude and comfort passed, Green suddenly sighed and said, "Oh, if it wasn't for the little bastard born by that old bastard William, it wouldn't have been such a trouble, let alone cost you so much..."
"Cough..." Baker next to him coughed lightly.
"There's nothing to say!" Green said indignantly, "That's what it is! We didn't make mistakes on purpose! Stones fell from the mountain, the cows went crazy, and the hillside just collapsed. It's all accidents! How can we only blame the cowherd for the things that happen to the cattle! Besides, if these things happen to the cattle, the old man will definitely be angry, although he will definitely beat us hard... "
"But..." Green said more and more excitedly: "But, if the little bastard from William's family came out of nowhere to treat the cattle, the master would definitely only lock us up for a few days, and then let us out to continue to take care of the cattle, at least... at least This will also prevent the injured cattle from becoming more serious!"
"Alas!" Baker, the eldest son of the former cowherd, sighed heavily, "What's the use of saying this now? We are no longer cowherds! Besides, the baron has agreed, and even the new cowherd agrees. With..."
"How could it be useless?" Green's face was full of dissatisfaction: "Although we were injured, the craftsmanship is still there! The bastard who robbed our house now is impossible to take care of such a big cow Group! If something unexpected happens after a while, the master will think of us soon!"
"There are two cowherd helpers, and there are serfs to help, how could there be an accident?" Baker shook his head slowly.
"I heard..." Green suddenly lowered his voice, "For the past two days, the cowherd helpers and serfs have not been in the barn at night, and have gone to pick beehives for that little bastard..."
"Old William's two sons live in the barn now," Baker reminded his brother.
"Idra and Grace?" Green did not hide his contempt: "How many cows can they take care of?"
Baker shook his head, not agreeing with his younger brother's opinion at all: "William's family already had farming cattle, and the two brothers have studied it for so many days. If the summer service is busy or something goes wrong, maybe I won't be able to serve you, but what trouble can I have when I sleep at night?"
"If... I mean if..."
Speaking of this, Green's scrutinizing eyes, like a vigilant poisonous snake, slowly crawled over the simple wooden door, the air-leaking wall, and the patchwork of support logs, as if these dead branches, straw, and leaves that have not been plucked clean Inside, secretly hides a pair of ears invisible to ordinary people.
After looking back and forth several times, and making sure that there is absolutely no one else listening, Green said in the lowest voice: "What if we make a little trouble for them?"
"what?"
Kent, Sanchez's son, the young man who had been standing next to his father since he entered the door, with his lips tightly pressed, finally couldn't help but screamed out when he heard Green's words: "How can this work?"
"Hey!" Sanchez tilted his head in dissatisfaction, and Kent immediately closed his mouth again.
"Why not?"
Green answered Kent's question according to his own understanding: "The two brothers have only studied for a few days? How much do you know about the cowherd's work? Just throw a fire, or add something to the overnight pasture... At that time, it will be lively if you want. no… "
"This..." Sanchez pondered, raising his head slightly.
After coming over for a long time, Sanchez slowly shook his head under Green's obvious anticipation and Baker's not-so-anticipating eyes: "I don't think it's very good."
As he spoke, Sanchez slowly pointed his arms at Brown, who was lying in the pile of straw, Baker, who could not lift his right arm, and Green, who was limping: "The three of you look like this, if you are found, Then there must be no chance to run, even if no one finds out, it will be difficult for you to do these things."
"I know this, but...but..." Green looked at Sanchez with deep pleading: "I can't wait to see my father like this..."
"Alas..." Sanchez sighed deeply.
"Uncle, we only have you to help us..." When he said this, Green's eyes began to turn red, and there were some choked sobs in his voice.
"Alas..." Sanchez still sighed deeply.
Green, with his head down, tilted his head slightly, and saw Baker shaking his head subtly.
"Uncle... don't worry..." After receiving the hint, Green immediately changed his strategy: "I... I didn't ask you to go to the master's barn, and you have never heard of this..."
"We definitely can't get close during the day...and if it's night, you've seen it too..." Green took half a step away with difficulty, revealing his left calf, which was twisted at a strange angle, "It must take me a long, long time to get to the barn like this Over there... plus the preparation time, and the time to really make some troubles, it must not be in time before that little bastard and the cowherd helper come back."
"Oh..." Sanchez's answer was still a long sigh.
"When...then, can you help them stay outside longer?"
"What do you want me to do?" Sanchez finally asked.
"Honeycomb! Uncle, you live close! Just knock on the honeycomb a few times, or shake the wooden pole a few times!" Green's voice was urgent and fast, but he spoke very fluently, obviously thinking for a long time in his mind: "Then A few beehives have just been moved from the forest, as long as they bump a few times, maybe something will go wrong, and then they will have to work hard."
"Well..." Sanchez nodded, neither saying yes nor no.
At this point in the conversation, it seemed that a certain delicate node had been formed. After Sanchez fell silent, Green couldn't say anything more.
The quiet atmosphere continued for another ten seconds.
"So be it, take care of Brown."
After finishing speaking, Sanchez pulled the second son who had only said one sentence since entering the hayloft: "Let's go, let's go home."
After moving away the "door" of the hut, Sanchez led his son, and just after taking a few steps, Green chased him out behind him with the support of Baker.
"Uncle, think about it carefully... just knock on the beehive, give us a little more time, make some trouble, and let the gentlemen know that William's family is not reliable at all!"
Sanchez did not speak.
"You don't have to worry about anything at all. You are very clear about our brother's craftsmanship! As long as there is enough time, there will be absolutely no traces left. It must be Ross' fault!"
Sanchez did not speak.
"By that time, my father, as well as our two brothers, have all been injured, and just want to go back to the lord's barn and do what those two strangers are doing now... You have learned the cowherd's craft for so many years, the cowherd's position, will it be someone else besides you?"
Sanchez did not speak.
"Uncle, think about it..."
Sanchez did not speak.
"Uncle, please, think about it! It really only takes a few clicks on the beehive..."
"Knock the honeycomb..." Sanchez finally said leisurely: "It sounds dangerous..."
"No, no, no..." Finally hearing Sanchez's answer, Green shook his head vigorously, "As long as you stand a little farther away, you'll be fine! Uncle, don't worry, I poked the beehive secretly when I was very young, as long as I stand enough The branches are long enough, and the bees will go back after a while."
"What if it's closer?"
"That's just right for the little bastards born by the old bastards, and let the goddamn Ross taste it."
When he said this, Green's eyes were red.
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