Juggernaut... What happened to Akeli Village
The farmers who started to work again behind them turned into small figures, their voices had long been inaudible, Praia was still out of his mind, and frowned tightly.
Is it a hallucination after thinking about it day and night? Or did the group of farmers suddenly lose their minds together
... still... still...
Hard work finally paid off
Until this moment, Praia was still not sure if he was sober.
This is normal. It has been three years since I came to the village of Aikeli. Outside the church, this is the first time that Praia heard the farmers recite the holy words accurately, and it is also the first time that the pastor saw the villagers listening to the teachings attentively. .
With such a sudden change, Praia's head turned rapidly, his mind inevitably became more scattered, and his already vain footsteps became more erratic.
In this way, thinking all the way, walking slowly all the way, climbing a few small slopes, bypassing a few bushes, and when walking through a certain depression, I don’t know if I stumbled into an obstacle or stepped on a landslide. Crooked, staggered suddenly, staggered a few steps, the priest came back to his senses suddenly, but only had time to let out a scream, completely without hope of regaining his balance, the body had already rushed straight towards the mud, and the black mud water was flying towards him come.
Oops! my robe...
No, my parchment!
Realizing this most precious thing in an instant, the pastor retracted his swiftly waving arms, tightly protecting the lumpy small bag on his chest, and at the same time tightly closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and tried his best not to move away. The head and muscles suddenly tightened, and the whole body was mobilized urgently, quickly preparing for the impending collision.
After finishing all this, Praia's body has been extremely tilted, and the tip of his nose can already smell the strong sour smell of muddy sewage. The next moment he closed his eyes, Praia's chest suddenly shook, and after a strong collision , the body suddenly stopped.
so light
Huh? Isn't that right? No sound of water? No mud
He just felt something was wrong, and before he had time to react, the pastor just felt the impact on his chest, and suddenly there was a strong force, supporting Praia's tilted body and rising rapidly.
When the pastor opened his eyes again, he was already standing firmly on the ground again.
At this time, Praia, who was still in shock, realized that at some point, his hands were firmly grasping two dark arms, and these two dark arms were straight across his chest.
Straight across his chest
who? Who helped me here
Just as this thought came to the pastor's mind, there was a rush of gasps from the side: "Master... Master... Huh... Huh... Huh... Be careful..."
This is…
Alta's voice
Praia turned his head quickly, and sure enough, Alta, who was half-bald and thin, was standing on his right. At this time, his face was flushed, his forehead was sweating, and he was breathing rapidly, while staring at him with concern:
"Old... lord... this... huh... this... huh... huh... it rained a lot for a few days, huh... huh... huh... the road was very slippery, very huh... huh... huh... very... huh... huh... very easy fell to..."
"Yeah...it's too easy..." While wiping the sweat from his forehead with lingering fear, he quickly touched his chest, feeling that the hard pile was still lying in his arms, and the pastor let out a long sigh. Tone: "Almost fell into it... It's okay, it's okay... Are you okay? Why are you breathing so hard?"
"I... no... huh... huh... huh... it's okay, you... you're ok... it's ok... just..."
"I'm fine, just take a rest and stop talking..."
"well… "
The pastor waved his hand to signal Arta not to continue answering. After a while, when Arta's chest heaved no longer violently, the pastor's pale face also recovered a little color: "Arta, it's lucky to have you here this time, otherwise I'm going to have to stay up for another three days..."
"But..." At this point, the pastor pointed behind him, with some doubts: "...Alta, I walked all the way just now, and it seems that I haven't seen anyone... Are you working here? When did you see me?"
"Old...Master..." After a short rest, Alta no longer panted, but due to cramping and nervousness, the thin farmer still spoke intermittently: "Just... I was working in the field above... I saw you coming... come here Here, I just wanted to come here and tell you that the road here is very slippery... When I came here... before I could say it... you just... just... "
The pastor smiled and went on, "I just fell down..."
"No... no... you stepped on a rock, and I ran... I ran over..."
"Run? Run over here?" The pastor frowned slightly, and suddenly remembered Arta's panting before, and Praia's smile froze immediately: "... Arta, where were you when I stepped on the stone?"
"I'm... I'm..."
Hearing this question, Alta frowned, looked left and right, and thought about it, "I" was there for a long time, but there was no "being" anywhere.
Looking around, searching carefully, after a long while, finally, Alta's eyes lit up, and he pointed to something quickly with his right hand, with a kind of joy in his voice that finally paid off after a long time of hard work: "... there... I found it !I am there!"
"There!" Playa's voice was full of shock, without Alta's ease at all.
Following the farmer's dark arm and rough fingers, Alta pointed at a distance of at least a dozen steps from Praia.
It wasn't until this time that Praia noticed that there were four deep footprints left on the muddy ground from where Alta pointed to and where he was standing now.
The deep meaning is that these four footprints, or the edges and bottoms of these four deep pits, can already clearly see the dark black mud inside. What kind of power was used for these four footprints.
Such a long distance, such a short time, holding himself up when he was about to fall, Praia fully understood the reason why Arta was panting so intensely, and even now he was still a little short.
"Old... Master..."
The priest beside him frowned deeply, remained silent for a long time, hesitated for a long time, and Arta finally asked cautiously: "Master... what's the matter with you? Just... just now I was too hard? Did I hurt you?"
"No, absolutely not!" Praia shook his head vigorously: "It's nothing at all!"
Taking a deep breath and letting it out again, Praia patted Arta on the shoulder with a very emotional voice: "Alta... you are very good, I remember you!"
"You... you remember me? I'm Alta, you know... no, you do remember!"
"Haha... remember, remember!" The pastor laughed out loud, and patted Arta on the shoulder again, "Okay, thank you, Arta, go to work..."
"Okay, master, I'm going..." Turning around, Alta took two steps, and then turned back quickly: "By the way, master, the road above is also very slippery... Also, the road past the holy talisman Poe, the soil has been loose for the past few days... Also, there's a lot of thorns growing in Tord's lot by the creek... and..."
"Forget it, forget it..." the pastor quickly waved his hands, "I'm not going to go... the time is almost up, I'd better go back to church and prepare for morning prayer..."
"Go back? If you go back..." Arta followed again: "It's not easy to go back... There are two trees down in front, I have to turn over... The cow stepped on the side of the mountain a while ago, it's full of mud... And... and also… "
"Forget it!" At the end, Alta simply clapped his hands: "There is not much work in the field, and I just want to go to the east of the village to borrow uncle's cattle... Master... I will go back with you..."
Fifty Seven Good Man (Part 2)
"...Master... Shall I go back with you?"
"Let's go back together... Shall we?" Praia looked up and down at Alta, a little astonished.
"Yeah, let's go together... The work in the field here is almost done, just go home... By the way, I will go to the east of the village to borrow the farm cattle from my uncle's house..."
"The work in the field... is almost done?" Hearing this, Praia couldn't help but look Alta up and down again.
Apparently, Arta knew next to nothing about the art of lying--
Even if he didn't notice the rolled-up sleeves of the farmer opposite him, the mud on his face; he didn't see the plow truck that hadn't gone half way in the far field; just from the obvious unnatural expression on the farmer's face, he couldn't help turning his head several times The pastor was completely sure of the worried expression when he looked around, that "the work in the field here" was definitely not finished, and "going back to the village with myself" was not "by the way" at all.
"Do not… "
wait a minute...
"No need" just spit out the first syllable, Praia suddenly paused slightly:
A moment ago, I just stepped on the ground, and although I didn't really fall into the mud, my legs are still a little weak until now. Moreover, it is indeed late, and I still have an extremely important three-page parchment in my arms...
After a little consideration, the pastor felt that it is better to be cautious, and it seems that there is no harm in letting Alta accompany him back to the village...
As for the work that Alta missed because of this, Praia smiled slightly. If little Andre hadn't lied, he didn't have to bother to arrange to make up for the extra time that Arta spent. He just needed to tell Ross to look at it when he was going to pray in the morning. Looking at Alta's house and cattle, the farmer must have been grateful enough.
Quickly making a decision, Praia looked at the faraway land first, then nodded, and patted Alta on the shoulder, "Okay, you go back and pack the plow truck first... Let's go back to the village together..."
You can go and pack the plow truck first... Alta's eyes lit up immediately: "Okay, please wait for me for a while... I'll be here right away..."
The speed of "immediately" was quite fast. After a while, with a wooden shovel and a wooden hoe on his left shoulder and a plow cart on his right shoulder, Arta returned to the pastor, and the two of them set foot on the path back to the village together.
Staring at the road under his feet, he walked cautiously. After only a short while, the pastor realized how lucky he was just now. Walking absent-mindedly all the way, he actually walked safely to the west of the village. A situation; I finally understand how difficult it is to walk on the slippery and muddy road under the feet, the uneven water, and the path full of thorns and stones...
With such a trail, Praia naturally has no mood to talk, and no time to look around.
Concentrating on choosing the ground, bypassing two hills, climbing up a gentle slope, passing through a large grove of trees, after a long while, when the vision suddenly opened up again, at last, Alta next to him suddenly stretched out for a long time. After taking a breath, his tense face began to relax, and his expression became much more relaxed.
What's wrong here
The pastor was a little strange. He looked around. There were still rolling hills in front of him, and there were still strips of fields all around.
What's wrong
Before Praia could ask a question, Alta wiped his sweat and finally removed the arm that had been placed behind the pastor intentionally or unintentionally, ready to support the pastor at any time.
"Okay, master..." There was a sense of relief in Arta's voice: "When we get here, the difficult road is almost the same..."
"The hard way?"
"Yes! It's all the cowherd's fault!" Alta showed a look of resentment, and pointed behind him: "The road around here was not so bad, but a few days ago, the damn Brown The cows in the village were driven everywhere, so they stepped on them like this... "
"Here..." Praia raised his eyebrows and looked around, "Is this the place where the farm cattle accident occurred in the village?"
"Yeah, don't you know... By the way... You haven't come here... No wonder I have to know..."
Alta raised his right hand, "Master... You see, the hillside farther ahead is where Green fell, and the most difficult turn just now is the bad road that Brown's cattle stepped on. Where we are standing now, Baker hit a rock... and..."
Alta raised his arms higher, pointing far ahead: "Look there... my cow hurt her hoof when she passed by there..."
"So..." Praya thought for a while, and couldn't help but feel a little strange, "In this case, isn't our place the place with the most accidents with cattle and the most dangerous roads? Why is the difficult road almost the same here?"
"It was indeed like this..." Alta nodded affirmatively: "In the beginning, there was no way to get down here, there were mud and big pits everywhere, and I slipped down the slope without paying attention, and several neighbors fell here. Mud…”
"But..." As he said, Arta dug out some stones from the side of the road and filled up a small puddle in front of him: "Thanks to the farm officer, old William's family borrowed three stones a few days ago. Farming cattle, when they returned home after plowing the land in the east, they dug some stones from the stream and dragged them here... "
"Fixed the road?" The pastor asked quickly, almost impatiently.
"It's mostly repaired..." Alta nodded: "Put down the stones and pave the pavement for a while, and it will be over in half the morning. Why do you have to work, and old William doesn't have much time... The rest of the work, anyway, the stones will be delayed." When we got to the side, when we came here, we picked it up, filled it up, and made it a few times, and it was almost the same... "
"However, these days, everyone is busy with the work in the field. They are usually in the allotment, and they are willing to go home after dark. Many people simply don't go home for dinner... This is the place where little Ross walks the most. Running around to treat everyone's cattle... This road, after careful calculation, was really repaired by the old William's family... "
"Old William's family... hey, father and son... how should I put it... how should I put it..." At this point, Arta paused again: "Anyway... he is really a good person..."
"Yeah, what a nice guy..." Praia said together, with a long voice.
While speaking, the farmer and the pastor had already walked down the hillside and approached the wooden bridge on the path. The two were sighing with themselves when suddenly, "Du" "Du" and "Du" sounded several times from the high place.
The two turned their heads and saw Jeff was slapping the big tree beside him on the high place on the right, while greeting them: "Hey... Alta, the cattle are getting lazy soon? Going home so early? Serk, don't learn from your father, don't work hard, be careful not to be hungry next year...you know..."
Sirk? Father
"Shut up! Jeff, do your job well!" Alta's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly shouted. At the same time, noticing his recklessness and misunderstanding, Jack's voice stopped abruptly, and he quickly retracted.
Alta looked nervously at Praia next to him.
Fortunately, the pastor didn't mind, smiled, and continued to walk towards the wooden bridge not far ahead.
Approaching the wooden bridge, Alta speeded up, took a few steps forward, and just stepped hard on the two fractures, both of which were fresh, with buds and leaves, obviously brand new logs just laid, at this moment, behind him suddenly Once came Jeff's voice.
"Wait a minute! Master... wait a moment!"
Running all the way, he rushed to the side of the pastor and Alta. Seeing that the pastor hadn't stepped onto the bridge yet, Jeff let out a long sigh of relief, and then hurried to the front of the pastor, stepping on two logs hard while supporting his waist panting, " Master... You must be careful... The damn cowherd stepped on the old bridge. This is a log that was cut down by the steward a few days ago. Can't stop..."
Speaking of this, Jeff gave Alta a hard look: "Let's not talk about such a dangerous thing, people who don't even tell me... must be unreliable!"
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