This is the most ordinary day in Akeli Village, a small village under the leadership of Baron John/Ackford.
The sun came up early, but William/Moore, who was over forty, had already done a lot of work in the fields before it started its daily routine.
The light gradually strengthened, and the small village gradually revealed a vague outline, with a roof here and a low wall there. From a distance, in the center of the village, a narrow and long street was surrounded by groups of rough huts.
Today will be another fine day.
Standing on a higher slope outside the village, William made a judgment.
This is a good thing, but it also means that William will be more tired today, and he has to do as much farm work as possible in such good weather, which seems to never be done.
The natural urging of the good weather made the movements of William's hands a little faster, and the grass fell much faster in the allotment, and in this corner of the allotment, William/Moore's two sons were not idle either. .
The second son, Grace/Moore, mowed alongside his father, while the youngest son, Rose/Moore, kept jumping over the stubble and turning to dry the hay that had been harvested the morning before.
Except for the precious scythe which needs to be sharpened now and then, the three of them are constantly busy and rarely talk, because there is much work to be done and time is short.
Half of the summer is over, and there are only a few days left before the second plowing. When passing by the east of the village yesterday, William saw a big man: the agricultural officer was walking around in the master's land with his two servants.
William didn't like to see this kind of situation at all, because this scene that happened every year often meant that the most important labor in the summer was approaching rapidly.
This is not like the piecemeal work that the eldest son Yidra can barely handle these days. The labor of plowing the land must be dispatched by all the men in the family.
Thinking of this, William/Moore's heart was immediately filled with bouts of anxiety: There are still five plots of pasture that have not been harvested, and the pea fields and green wheat fields in the public land have only been grassed once in the whole summer, and it has been dragging for a year Another year of livestock sheds has only started this year, and the wasteland and ridges on the edge of the forest have already reached the point where they have to be repaired...
It is certainly impossible to put all these tasks after the master's labor, there are only a few days left to turn over the pasture grass, and weeding the pea fields and green wheat fields must not be postponed for half a month, and for the master After working hard, one's own allotment and public land also have to be plowed for the second time. This is the most important farm work in the whole summer. No villager will spend the time and energy to complete this task on other things. .
The livestock barn should be put aside again. Most of the neighbors live with the livestock, and sometimes it is more convenient to take care of them. The newly opened field ridges may not be discussed until autumn, and half a day can be set aside for summer prayers to dig the public land. The peas and green wheat, no matter what, the pasture must be harvested as soon as possible, if this matter is delayed...
William didn't want to go any further.
At this time last year, the Mondham family did not have time to harvest the pasture in time. As a result, one cow and three goats could not survive the winter. Ham's wife led two children to steal the master's fruit trees. Once the forest officer found out about this kind of thing, Mount Ham had to pay another fine.
But... William began to hesitate again. If the newly opened field ridges are not repaired as soon as possible, the damned rabbits and voles will soon dig holes everywhere, and the weeds and shrubs that grow wildly in summer will soon cross the ridges. It is full of wheat fields that have been harvested with great difficulty.
This piece of wasteland was just approved by the agricultural officer to William's family the year before last. Although it was only a boolean in size, in order to grow some buckwheat in it, the work of pulling out thorns, clearing tree stumps, and leveling the land was almost endless. Most of the year before last and the whole last year, William's family spent almost all their spare time there. If they didn't take care of this new land before the summer prayer, half a year's work would not only be in vain, but the buckwheat planted with great difficulty might not be recovered. seed.
Moreover, William knew that his eldest son Idra had grown up and longed to marry the daughter of his old friend Richard, and also longed to be able to share the rent after getting married in addition to the land. Half of the new land.
This matter must be resolved as soon as possible. In a year or two, the second son, Grace, will also be of marriageable age. In any case, it is impossible for him to deal with the marriage of the two sons and their share of land at the same time.
While thinking about these annoying things, while leading his two sons to work hard, William's hands moved faster and faster.
The sun was rising higher and higher. About two hours later, when William began to sweat non-stop, all the pasture in the field finally fell down. After that, he led his sons to spread the pasture harvested today, The pasture harvested yesterday turned over twice more, William put away his scythe, and the three men left the allotment.
Walking downhill, bypassing two low valleys, and crossing a single-plank bridge, William walked onto the village path. When he passed Atwater's house, William heard someone calling his name behind him.
"William, hey...William...wait for me."
William turned his head, and Holset, whose hair was beginning to fall out of his head, was holding a rake, panting, jumping over two tree stumps, and running in his direction.
"What's the matter, old Holt?"
"Can you spare three ticks in the afternoon?"
"Mow the pasture in the afternoon." This is the first thing William always remembers.
"Everyone needs to mow the pasture." Holset ran to William and wiped the hot sweat from his forehead, "The summer service is coming soon, Freeman and I discussed this morning, and today we will ship the dried pasture together... I remember your pasture is still lying in the field?"
"Yes."
"How about this afternoon? Freeman loaded up his car, and I borrowed harnesses and ropes from the steward."
William thought for a while, and it was a little early to start transporting the forage today, but the forage that has been turned over in the field also has a lot of weight. In the afternoon, together with Old Holt and Freeman, if the three scales can be transported, it will be counted. It should save some time.
"Okay..." William nodded: "At noon, we all went to the common to bring back the cattle. When the sun passed the second tree stump, we went to Freeman's house to install the car... Each person will get a share of the car harness and rope .”
After discussing the arrangements for the afternoon, Holset and William, who were on the way, started chatting and exchanging a few pieces of news:
Wilson's mother-in-law finally couldn't bear the abuse every day, and she disappeared this morning. Someone saw her carrying her young daughter on the back of the path in the west of the village. Everyone guessed that she probably fled into the mountains. Now the police are looking for Wilson. fine money;
Bourne, a bachelor, couldn't fill his stomach all day long. He finally found a steward yesterday, and took over the three shares of land belonging to the master. the redemption money for the three lots;
Alice, who was childless, burned her feet a few days ago, and it hasn't healed in the past few days, but it's getting worse. The poor widow may never see the next summer;
Etc., etc…
Walking this way, Holset was closer to home, and chatted enviously when Agnes's house had an extra calf, and Holset also walked to his door.
"Well, let's stop talking. See you this afternoon, old William. See you next time, little Grace... See you next time, my lord."
At the door of the wooden house, while finishing the last sentence, Holset raised his hand to the top of his head that had lost half of his hair, took off the hat that did not exist on his head, and bowed solemnly.
sir... hey... the old bastard...
William couldn't help laughing. Of course, it was impossible for the big shots in the barony to appear outside Holset's cabin. The "Master" in Old Holt's mouth was just a nickname recently given to his youngest son Rose.
Chapter Fourteen Master (Part 2)
William can't remember the exact date, but what he remembers is that one day when he was working in the newly opened land a while ago, probably because of the hot weather, his youngest son Rose had a little problem with his throat.
William couldn't help being a little worried at the time, but after only one day, William discovered that Ross had a little problem with his voice, which was a great thing to celebrate...
With a voice problem, it is not convenient to speak, so little Ross can no longer argue about being hungry, about how little food is given to him, about how tiring or heavy the work is, and…
In short, since Little Rose's voice became hoarse, Old William had much less to worry about this little guy.
What made old William even more happy was that he couldn't speak well, and little Ross probably felt uncomfortable, so he had to put the energy he saved into farm work.
When working in the past, little Ross always touched east and west, asked left and right, and quarreled with right. For a whole afternoon, he could only do a few small jobs in the corners at most.
It's completely different now. Every morning, little Ross would go out with him obediently, and when he got to the field, he would follow him to work obediently, working hard without saying a word.
Of course, in the eyes of old William, a veteran of farm work, little Ross's ability to work is still far behind. Many tasks are quite unfamiliar, and his hands and feet are not at all brisk. In addition, probably because he didn't work hard before, little Ross did a lot of the farm work he taught before, and he didn't know the point at all. He had to re-demonstrate for a long time before he could barely figure out the tricks.
But even so, Old William was already satisfied. Because, although the ability to work is still lacking in one way or another, Old William can see that in the recent period, little Ross has been working very hard, at least really putting his energy into farm work.
In the past few days, Little Rose's voice has recovered, and Old William has been a little worried that the little guy has returned to his previous good at complaining and lazy at work.
Fortunately, it may be that the dry and hoarse voice has formed a habit in the past few days, and there is no obstacle for little Ross to speak, but there is no tendency to give old William a headache and worry again.
Especially yesterday afternoon, little Ross actually mowed half of Bull's pasture by himself.
This is almost half the weight of old William, a veteran farmer.
This result made old William completely relieved.
Is this grown up
Can't help but look back at little Rose, who was staring at the ground and carefully choosing a place to stay. Old William shook his head slowly. He has raised four sons and two daughters. Old William knows very well that growing up is not half a month. , let alone a day or two.
At the age of thirteen or fourteen, it was a time full of fantasies, and little Ross was no exception. Like the children of about the same size in the village, little Ross liked to listen to stories told by passing messengers. Old William still remembered that his voice was dry and hoarse. At noon on the same day, Little Los, together with two neighbor's children, entangled the messenger from the next village for a long time.
Perhaps it was at this time that this little guy had a weird idea in his mind.
Yep, weird idea.
This is where the name "Master" comes from.
I don’t know what the story was told by the messenger. From the second day on, little Ross would stand at the door with a wooden bowl when he woke up every morning, swallowing his saliva while stuffing his fingers into his mouth. Finish three bowls of water.
Then I rummaged through the box to find half a piece of rag, and washed it back and forth carefully for an unknown number of times. After washing my teeth every day, I used it to soak it in water, put it on my face and brushed it back and forth several times.
Because of this incident, on the first day, the whole family rarely laughed together for a long time on days other than Summer Prayer and Harvest Festival. Idra also took a very appropriate name for Little Rose's behavior: washing toothbrush Face.
Soon, the family found themselves laughing too early.
That very night, after a day's work and dinner at home, little Rose, instead of going to bed immediately as usual, grabbed the rags she found in the morning and went to the stream, dipped herself in the water and put herself up and down. Wipe it all over again!
Wipe it again the next day.
Wipe it again on the third day!
At the same time, there was an even more surprising thing: Little Ross actually did laundry!
Everyone knows that clothes are a piece of furniture that hangs outside the body. When it is cold, it is turned out, and when it is hot, it is put away. It is neither a food bowl nor a soup bowl. At most, it can be hung up and patted for washing clothes. what sense
...hell, washing clothes... like "walking rice" and "cutting water", just thinking about combining the words "washing" and "clothes" makes old William feel very weird...
But little Ross just wants to wash clothes, and just like washing his teeth, brushing his face, and dipping his body in water, he does it every day!
Compared with these two things, little Ross eats with a fixed bowl and spoon, drinks only the hot water in the pot before boiling the peas, walks resolutely without stepping on feces, wraps his hands and feet with leaves every time he does work, etc. Wait, it couldn't be more surprising.
Even after watching it for several days in a row, the family and old William have gradually gotten used to it.
I don't care anymore.
Children always have weird ideas, little Luo Sigu's own weirdness, neither disturbed his family, nor ate an extra bite of food, he was too lenient. In the same old way, who will do the extra work
However, old William still wanted to know what kind of story the messenger told that could make little Ross come up with so many weird tricks.
Three days ago, William Sr. had a partial answer to this question.
It was still early in the morning, and it was probably two farmers from a nearby village who were driving a lean cow and carrying buckwheat through the village of Akeli. Several men.
Seeing such a team, the two foreign farmers wisely stood aside and made way for them.
The problem is that the place where the two sides meet is very narrow. It happens that there are dense bushes on one side and a flourishing wheat field on the other. Of course, it is impossible for the farmer to stand in the wheat field, so he has to stay as close to the bushes as possible to make room for more road surface.
Even so, two farmers and a cow occupy the road, and the rest of the road is always difficult to walk.
Of course, the villagers in Akeli are all reasonable people. Soon, Richard walked sideways past the farmer, Richard's three sons walked sideways past the farmer, Holset Sideways past the farmer, Holset's four sons sideways past the farmer, William sideways past the farmer, Idra sideways past the farmer beside…
Next up is Ross.
Yidra has passed, and Ross is ready to turn sideways...
Since more than a dozen people lined up, the two farmers who had been standing cautiously by the side of the road had just seen Ross at this time, and only had time to take a vague look. In an instant, the two farmers took off their hats in a hurry, He frantically held the buckwheat, pulled the poor skinny cow vigorously, ignoring the thorns and branches, quickly got into the bushes, and finally bent down properly...
He bowed to Wu Qingchen, who was inexplicable but no longer needed to turn sideways, and called out respectfully:
master.
Maybe it's because we get along day and night, and the process of gradual change is not obvious; maybe it's because we've been familiar with each other for a long time, and it's hard to turn our thoughts to something too surprising;
In short, until this time, until these two farmers who had never known Rose respectfully reminded them, the villagers in Akeli Village realized that at some point, little Rose from the old William’s family was neat and tidy all over his body. Little Ross, whose face was wiped clean and whose hair was styled naturally, looked like a gentleman who only came to Akeli Village once in a few months.
Naturally, old William understood that the story that the messenger told little Ross that day must be about a big man, maybe a farming officer... no, maybe it was about a steward!
Old William also understood that Little Rose's eccentric behavior every day must be imitating the style of the agricultural officer... no, the manager.
No wonder these things have never been seen by other people in the village, and I have never even heard of them. Washing teeth, brushing face, wiping body and washing clothes, so much work every day, just to pretend to be a master in front of unknown farmers...
The little guy has big goals...
Old William thought so.
At least, old William had thought as ambitiously as possible.
In other words, this is already the most ambitious goal that the old William can think of.
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