"Uh… "
Hearing the deacon's question, Loharin raised his eyes a little bit to look at the teacher's expression.
There was no clue on the deacon's face, he lifted his chin lightly, motioning for Loharin to speak quickly.
"When I received the letter from Brother John, I thought about two scales..."
Recalling a little bit and organizing his language, Loharin said: "In addition to what I just said to you, be careful of other people in the parish stretching out their hands, and remember to confirm the age of Los/Moore... Also, the Lord's land has been moved. After the beehive is completed, the matter of relocating the beehive for the free citizens is best left to Los/Moore, and then it is... "
"Wait..." Deacon Talma interrupted: "The matter of moving the nest of the free citizen is also handed over to that child? Why?"
"When brother John gets the god grade, let Ross/More preside over the church. This is really good for everyone, but first of all, Ross/More must be able to do it by himself... After all, although Ross/More is still capable , but in the past, as long as there is a skill in the work of treating cattle, the free people have to please him; the same is true for the work of moving beehives to the lord's land. There will be no trouble...”
"However, it's different to relocate the beehives for the free citizens..." Pastor Loharlin gestured on the table: "Although the village of Akeli is surrounded by forests, the village itself is quite large... the beehives have been relocated in the Lord's Common Afterwards, there will indeed be a few beehives left, but it is absolutely impossible to fill up the entire village... At that time, it will definitely not be an easy task to allocate to which free people... "
"Hmm..." Deacon Tamar nodded slowly.
"Even where to insert the honeycomb is a big trouble..." Loharin pointed to the several stalks of buckwheat with double seeds on the table, and the much poorer bundle of straw next to it: "Who doesn't want to let the honeycomb stand on the ground?" Next to your own land, how many times have you harvested wheat seeds?"
"Hmm..." Deacon Talma nodded even more.
Before becoming a parish deacon, Talma had also presided over churches for many years. He knew quite well that when he was in the village, the most troublesome and troublesome thing was to give justice to the low-class people who cared about everything.
A bale of pasture, a few sticks of firewood, or even a soak in livestock manure can make these bastards' eyes spitting fire, swearing at each other, and many times, they even beat each other to the point of bleeding in the church.
As for the next honeycomb, this kind of treasure that can directly increase a family's food production by half to several times, to what extent will these inferior people fight for it
Just thinking about it, Deacon Talma shuddered.
"It's such a trouble, such a difficult thing..." Loharlin continued: "If Ross/Moore can do well, then everything is easy to say, there must be no problem in acting as an agent to preside over the church, and no one will doubt Ross/More What Moore can do...but if Los/Moore can't do it right, something went wrong..."
"It doesn't mean anything if you can't do it well..." Deacon Talma shook his head involuntarily: "It's too difficult! Let alone a child from a free citizen, even Praia... no, even me, I can't guarantee No problem at all."
"Teacher, you are too modest..."
Loharin offered his flattery in time, and continued: "Brother John must understand the difficulties involved. He likes this child so much, and of course he will teach Ross how to deal with it..."
"Even with Playa, it's still difficult." Deacon Talma continued to shake his head: "It's very difficult."
"Is it difficult, is it done well, what is a mistake..."
Speaking of this, Loharin smiled slightly: "Didn't you help to talk about these things... When the harvest comes, as long as the tithe is half more than before, the serfs and freemen will only die 20 or 30 people. / Moore did a good job…”
"Well, this..."
After going back and forth several times and thinking for a long time, Deacon Talma said slowly, "After all, Ross/Moore is still young, and he only learned so little time from Praia... Well, Ross/Moore still People from Akeli village should think more about the villagers they are familiar with... In this way, in the first year, just help him a little bit... At that time, serfs and free people will die less, try not to exceed ten... But , the tithe tax can be relaxed, you only need to pay the normal amount, and don’t accumulate arrears like in previous years, even if Ross/Moore has done a good job, you can start acting as an agent... "
"Teacher, you are too kind."
This is definitely not flattery, but a sincere admiration. Pastor Loharlin is quite clear that for such a deacon who considers the lambs, the entire parish has only his own teacher.
"Okay, okay..." Deacon Talma's kindness is obviously innate, not out of vanity, he waved his hand lightly: "What else? What else did you say to Praia?"
"What's more... I also suggested to Brother John that since he wants Ross/More to be his student, he should hurry up, no... he should accept Ross/More immediately, and I will try my best to urge the parish to arrange the ceremony as soon as possible and testimonial…”
"Oh? Why is that?"
"For the merits of the name! Calculating the time, the lord's land has moved the beehives, and it's just a matter of the past few days... If the group of people in the parish slowly arrange to watch the ceremony and witness, it will take at least half a month... More than half a month! The relocation of beehives in the free citizens' land has already started, and maybe someone will pick something wrong... "
"Well... so... let me think about it..."
As he said that, Deacon Talma raised his head slightly, and after thinking for a long time, he slowly shook his head and said, "Loharin, you made a mistake about this matter."
"Why?" Loharin didn't quite understand.
"There is no need to urge any ceremonies and witnesses."
"But..." Loharin asked puzzledly: "Teacher, if we don't make a decision sooner, when the time comes, the group of people in the parish..."
"I know, I know..." Deacon Talma continued to shake his head, "What I'm saying is that Los/Moore shouldn't be a student of Praia now."
"Ah! Teacher, are you worried that some people will be too greedy and cause trouble during the ceremony?" Loharin didn't understand: "But... if you don't accept Ross/Moore as a student now, those greedy people will wait until the harvest People must be more jealous... Moreover, directly from the students to the deputy presiding church, this... there is no precedent, right? If this is the case... "
"No no no... listen to me... wait a minute... listen!"
Deacon Talma raised his hand again and again, and finally interrupted the series of words that Loharin spoke in a hurry.
Signaling Loharin to sit down first, Deacon Talma also sat down slowly: "Loharin, you think too much about things in the parish, and you think too little about things outside the parish... "
"Uh..." Loharin looked at the teacher suspiciously.
"You are very anxious because some people in the parish are likely to covet the increase in honeycomb production... But, have you thought about it, there are people in the village of Akeli who are even more annoyed that we have taken advantage of the increase in honeycomb production..."
"Ah!" Loharrin called out: "Baron! Baron Ackford!"
"Look, got it..."
Deacon Talma smiled wryly and said, "No matter how hard you push, no matter how fast the witnesses in the past run, can you still run to the past, before Ross/Moll moved the first beehive to the lord's land?"
"This..." Thinking of what he had overlooked, Loharin was speechless.
"Look... Praia's letter said it all..." Deacon Talma spread out the parchment and read: "Receiving uncle's appointment, Ross/Moll became the new cowherd in Akeli village, and he even I worked hard and led the policemen to go deep into the forest to search for medicinal herbs, but they were finally stopped by the beehive... Ross/Moore, led the cowherd helper, and the serfs in the lord's barn, moved the beehive to the allotment, and in a few days... "
"See it!" Deacon Talma said, drawing a white line under these lines in the parchment with his nails: "When the hives were first moved, Ross/Moll had just been appointed as a cowherd by the baron; The honeycomb is to find medicinal herbs for the wounded cattle; the people who help Los/Moll are also the cowherds sent by the baron, um, and the serfs of the lord's barn... Look, here, which one Things, which person is not Lord Baron Ackford's territory and property?"
"This... this... God!" Lorhallin was stunned: "Baron Ackford! Could it be... what should I do?"
"Actually, it's nothing..." Deacon Talma smiled slightly: "At least, the first three beehives are indeed Praia's reward for Ross/Moore. Besides, Akford should be very clear that without Praia's care, Los/Moll can't get enough to eat, without Praia support, the wounded cattle in the village of Akeli are still howling in the mud... However, in order to help Ackford convince his foolish relatives and stewards in that castle , we must help him find a reason."
"Huh?" When it comes to a deeper game, Loharin's head is obviously not enough.
"Rush to arrange the ceremony and testimonials, and hastily make Los/Moore a student in Praia. Anyone can see that our goal is to tithe after the harvest..."
"This, this... uh..."
After thinking about it for a while, Loharin had to admit that what the teacher said was quite correct.
But…
Now don't accept Ross/Moore as a student...
After the harvest, seeing the harvest, the silly relatives and stewards of the baron will be even more troublesome, right
"Then what should we do? In this case... whether it is now or when Ross/More is accepted as a student during the harvest, it will be difficult for us to receive more tithes, right?" Loharin felt a headache.
"Huh? Why not? Whether it's treating cattle or moving beehives, these are all the crafts of the church!"
"what?"
"Don't you know? That's why Praia can't accept Ross/More as a student now... How could it be possible to wait until now? Ross/More is already a student of the church!"
Speaking seriously, Deacon Talma raised his head: "As early as three years ago, when Praia first arrived in Akeli Village, he had already accepted Ross/Moore as a student."
"Ah!" Loharrin's eyes widened.
"Otherwise... in just one or two months, how could Los/Moore learn to heal the cattle in such a short period of time... Well..." Spreading out the parchment again, Deacon Talma said: "... and mathematics, holy words, Sundials, paintings, mobile honeycombs... Is it possible to learn so much in just one or two months?"
"Hmm... that's a little weird..."
This has long been a doubt in Loharin's mind.
"So!" Deacon Talma said: "These knowledge are the result of Praia slowly teaching Ross/Moore in the past few years!"
"My God! Is that so?"
Hearing such past events suddenly, Loharin's eyes widened even wider.
After being surprised for a while, Loharin suddenly thought of another question: "But... in this case... Baron Ackford... er, relatives and stewards of the baron's family, will they believe it?"
"Well, of course they will suspect... But it's okay!" Deacon Talma slapped the table heavily: "We have evidence! Three years ago, Praia wrote a letter. Three years ago, Praia asked to accept Ross/ I'm still receiving Moore's letter as a student!"
"My God!" Loharin was even more surprised!
"Yes! That's it! Uh... just wait..."
With that said, Deacon Talma left the room.
In about ten minutes, Deacon Talma came back, holding a parchment scroll in his left hand, and a basket in his right hand, which contained ink, dye, knife and other tools for writing letters.
"This... this is..." Loharin blinked vigorously.
This is obviously fresh lamb leather, it doesn't look like a letter from three years ago at all!
"Loharrin, it's time to teach you some skills..."
Seeing Loharin's extremely suspicious eyes, Deacon Talma waved his hand to signal Loharin to stay calm.
Next, the small basket was placed on the table. Deacon Taerma skillfully scraped off the handwriting on the sheepskin scroll, and then used his teeth to bite the edges to make tooth marks, and then threw the sheepskin scroll on the ground. After trampling on the ground for a few minutes, pick it up again, throw it into the altar on the table and soak it for a while, and finally use the flame of the rushes to bake black marks one after another.
After completing this series of steps and spreading the battered parchment on the table, Deacon Talma nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, next, the content of Praia's letter is left... Well, Like Praia, you are not good at handwriting, so this letter from three years ago is entrusted to you..."
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