Deacon Talma also took the buckwheat stalks handed over by the students with great care.
Looking at the few rushes lit on the table, Deacon Talma saw that the white flowers at the top of this buckwheat stalk had fallen off, and the buds below had begun to wither, but none of this would detract from its beauty. , Circle after circle, the dense buckwheat seeds seem to be shining under the candlelight.
"There are really so many"
Deacon Talma's voice was full of admiration: "At least twice as much wheat as usual!"
"When it was first delivered, it was more than this." Loharin reminded at the right time.
"good"
Looking at the bare tops and the withered flower buds, Deacon Talma nodded: "It should have fallen a little on the road. In this case, it is indeed as Praia said, three times more than ordinary buckwheat, or even more Is it all here?"
"No, these are the most numerous ones." Loharrin shook his head, "There are some ordinary ones."
With that said, Loharin turned around and pulled out a small bundle of buckwheat stalks from another crack in the wall.
After receiving these "ordinary" buckwheat stalks, Deacon Taerma looked at them very carefully: "These are also very good, half more than ordinary buckwheat."
"These buckwheat should drop more on the road." Loharin said.
"Yes, that's right!"
Unfolding the parchment in his hand again, Deacon Talma read: "The families closest to the honeycomb will have two or three times more buckwheat seeds; the families farther away, the number will be doubled; the families farther away will also have more buckwheat seeds. half; it gradually decreases until it reaches a turning point, or is so far away that it cannot be seen clearly, and those allotments are the same as before.”
Reading this paragraph with his eyes shining, Deacon Talma's voice became louder and louder: "Okay, okay, great!" He stood up excitedly while admiring, "This time, the parish tithe Taxes are definitely fine! Praia’s artifacts are absolutely fine too! How’s it going? What does the priest say?”
"As for the beehives, I've already arranged to move a few." Loharin stammered: "The priest's letter, er, I haven't shown him yet."
"Huh?" Deacon Talma frowned slightly: "This is a good thing! Even if I don't come back, I can show the priest first."
"But" Loharrin still hesitated. [Zero↑Nine△Small↓Shuo△Net]
Loharin's repeated hesitations reminded Deacon Talma of the time when he had just returned to the castle and talked with Loharrin next to the doorway.
"What's the matter?" After pondering for a few seconds, Deacon Talma asked: "Does Praia have any ideas? Well, that's right, the benefits of double seeding of buckwheat, if it is just a magic product, it is indeed too little. However, now The situation in the parish”
"No, it's not." Loharin quickly shook his head, "How could brother John make things difficult for you? However, he was indeed too sloppy in writing letters, so he couldn't read clearly."
"Well"
The student's tactful reminder reminded Deacon Tarta that he was too excited just now, and before he finished reading the letter from Praia, he had already attracted all his attention by the buckwheat stick.
He quickly unfolded the letter again.
"In order to move more beehives before the end of the flowering period, the baron lord directly used a hundred beehives. I have asked my father to guarantee. Well, this is a reminder for us to do it quickly."
"The method of moving the beehives has been sent with the letter." Deacon Taerma turned his head, and Loharin pointed to a few wooden boards in the corner.
"The idea of moving the beehive, the method of moving the beehive was proposed by the cowherd Ross/Moore, and the matter of moving the beehive was found out by the cowherd Ross/Moore, and the host was hosted by the cowherd Ross/Moore"
"Hey Cowboy Ross/Moore" Seeing this name several times in a row, Deacon Taerma felt a little familiar: "It seems that Ross/Moore has heard of it before?"
"Yes." Loharin nodded: "Last time, brother John sent over the cattle treatment method, which also had Ross/Moore's help."
"Oh! It's him, that smart kid." Talma remembered, "It seems that the Lord has favored him again."
"Yes." Loharin nodded again: "Brother John, I like this child very much."
"I like it too." Deacon Talma smiled, and continued to look down at the parchment scroll: "Loss/Moore, he has a pious belief, worships the Lord, and has done a lot of things for the church, and he has helped a lot. I hope to receive it." This child is a student, hey, accept this child as a student"
Holding the parchment, Deacon Talma frowned slightly.
"Accept this child as a student, accept this child"
After walking back and forth for a few steps, Deacon Talma asked, "Is that why you didn't hand over the letter to the priest?"
"Yes." Loharin nodded.
"Well"
Frowning, Deacon Talma continued to pace. After thinking for a while, Talma was a little confused: "Speaking of which, what Praia wants is actually not a big problem. Gentleman's son, however, the method of curing cattle, plus the move of the nest to dedicate a student, isn't it too much? Well, Loharrin, what do you think?"
"The name of a student is nothing." Loharin said slowly, "However, I am worried about the parish."
"What's wrong with the parish?" Deacon Talma was even more puzzled: "It's just students, there is Praia, there is you, and I agree, um." Seed buckwheat, and a method of relocating nests, who has trouble with that?"
"No, no, no." Loharin quickly shook his head: "Teacher, I'm not saying you can't give Rose/Moore a student name. What I think is that it's just a student name, too few."
"Huh? Too little? Why?"
"Teacher, you just said that with these." Loharin also pointed to the buckwheat poles and wooden planks, and said, "Brother John's divine quality must be fine. By then, brother will have the qualifications to discuss matters in the parish. Must come here often to the parish”
"what!"
A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and Deacon Taerma's footsteps stopped abruptly.
"If it was before," Loharlin continued, "or when the cattle were just injured, it would be fine. Anyway, there are many things in the village of Akeli, and the tithes are in short supply every year. It's not a good thing." No one will think about the location, but now." Loharlin once again pointed to the buckwheat poles and wooden boards: "With these, someone in the parish will definitely remember: Oh, Priest Praia already has a miracle ? Oh, the pastor of Playa has to go to the parish twice in three days? Oh, that will be troublesome. If this is the case, isn’t there often no pastor in Akeli village? "
"Well, this is indeed a trouble." Deacon Taerma nodded repeatedly. Deacon Taerma knew very well what the colleagues in the parish would think when they saw the benefits.
"Teacher" Loharin said emotionally: "Aikeli Village is a village that you managed to get from the parish to brother John, and now it is hard to collect the tithes." Seeing the teacher's eyes drifting to the buckwheat stalk for the third time With the plank, Loharin quickly changed his words: "Well, maybe there is still a little gain, but, but there are still a lot of losses before!"
"Well, John had a hard time in the past few years." Deacon Talma was a little bit emotional.
"That's right!" With the approval of the teacher, Loharrin became more confident: "Brother John filled the shortfall, and if he has a surplus, he can give it to us, er, to the teacher, and then he can do more for the church and the parish. How can you let other people take advantage of Brother John?"
"What does it mean to take advantage? The parishes all have the same wish to worship the Lord!"
Habitually reminding the students to pay attention to their words, Deacon Talma paused and said: "However, what you said is not without reason. Praia is a dedicated child. When the church he presides over is usually too busy, If there is one more guy who adds to the chaos, it will indeed be troublesome."
Interest entanglements in the parish and the transfer of interests between teachers and students are indeed a very complicated problem.
Naturally, it is absolutely not allowed for other pastors and deacons in the parish to occupy the interests of his department.
However, after Praia got the magic item, he did have troubles with increased affairs. If Loharrin or his other students were to go to "help", it would be too easy to arouse suspicion and internal fighting, and the gain would outweigh the loss.
After thinking for a moment, Deacon Talma looked at Loharrin: "So, you thought of Ross/Moore?"
"That's right," Loharlin replied, "Loss/Moore's dedication is already enough to get a higher appreciation. Besides, if it's only in the name of a student, I'm afraid I won't be able to help Brother John too much." busy"
"You mean" Deacon Talma started pacing again: "After Praia gets the divine item, let Ross/Moore act as an agent to preside over the church?"
Loharrin nodded.
"Well." After pondering for a long time, Deacon Talma said: "The students I teach and represent my church can really make Praia feel more at ease."
Loharlin keenly noticed that at this point, the teacher had already used the words "student" and "agent" when referring to Ross/More.
Loharin showed a smile on his face: "Yes, brother John is like this!"
"But" Deacon Talma still had some doubts after careful consideration: "Loss/Moore, you seem to be a little guy, right?"
"How could it be?" Loharin shook his head again and again: "He can think of a way to treat the cattle, heal the cattle in the whole village, lead the cowherds to help the workers to do the work of the public land, and lead the serfs How can a child so capable of moving so many beehives be too young!"
"That's true"
Talma nodded slowly.
Looking at the deep longing on Loharin's face, Talma suddenly felt pity.
In a blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed.
When I first saw him, his voice was immature, and Loharrin, whose head only reached his waist, had grown up completely.
After following him for so many years, Lorharin either stayed in the castle all day, or fought with him everywhere. Apart from occasionally grabbing some blood-stained farm tools, he had almost no other income.
Deacon Talma understands how hard it is to have empty hands.
Deacon Talma also understood how much Loharin wanted to be able to give back to his lineage after the Praia harvest.
"Well, you can try." Deacon Talma finally relented, and he nodded: "A little age difference doesn't matter much, but you must tell Praia to let Los/Moll, let that little guy, remember yourself At least 16 years old!"
"Of course!" Joy appeared on Loharin's face instantly: "I've already told him!".
"Oh?" Deacon Talma paused slightly, and then continued to flip through the parchment.
For the rest of the content, there are only routine thanks and wishes, nothing important, all the way to the end of the parchment scroll, looking at the signature and date, Talma turned his head: "So this letter, two days ago almost there."
"Yeah." Loharin nodded quickly: "You just rushed to the reclamation point to chase after the thieves, and this letter has arrived, and this matter is so urgent, I will"
"Okay, I know"
Putting away the parchment, Deacon Talma smiled wryly: "It seems that what we just said, you have already written in the letter to Praia?"
"Yes." Loharrin lowered his head: "However, what I wrote is just a suggestion. If there is something wrong, please write another letter to Brother John."
"Tell me, what else do you suggest?"