Filin stood behind his wife and smiled as she carefully selected the goods in the stall.
Whenever this time, Irene's eyes are always very serious.
"Actually... each piece of meat is calculated by weight, whichever piece you choose is the same."
"No!" She firmly refused, "You like lean meat, right, but without the fat part, it won't be fragrant enough to cook. One layer of fat and one layer of lean is the best rib, and it is also very suitable for slicing and frying. , you can't do it if you don't choose carefully."
Filin couldn't help laughing out loud, "Okay then, you can choose slowly here. I'll go buy a bag of wheat first, and there will be a long line there. Come and find me when you're ready."
"Yeah," Erin replied without looking back.
He shook his head helplessly and turned to the grain sales stall in the convenience market.
Since the snow fell, the Lord has erected wooden sheds around the market to block the wind, and has also posted a notice, announcing that even in winter, the sales here will not be suspended.
This means that in the long demon month, the town will still provide a stable food supply.
For the townspeople, this move is undoubtedly a powerful reassurance measure.
There are far more people at the food stalls than the less frequented meat stalls. There was a long line in front of the counter, surrounded by two patrolmen in black uniforms maintaining order. But in the small town, they have a completely different name: the police.
Regarding the various amazing innovations of the lord, it is not unusual for the dawn to change the name. And he also knew that the impression that the patrolmen gave to most civilians was no different from that of rogues, and that changing their name would indeed make people feel different.
"Mr. Sylt, good afternoon," someone in the line recognized him, "you are here to buy wheat too."
"Come here with me."
"I give you my place."
"No, no," Fei Lin waved his hand and stood at the end of the line, "Thank you."
"You are really popular," the middle-aged man in front of him laughed, "as expected of the first knight in the West."
Fei Lin was slightly taken aback, "You know I used to..."
"Haha, of course, it's not a secret in Border Town," the other party rubbed his chin and grinned, "My son and daughter both like you very much. Ever since I found out about your origin, my eldest son Nat has been clamoring for Be a knight."
"That's all in the past," he shook his head, "and His Highness no longer needs knights."
"We have the First Army," the middle-aged man said indifferently, "I didn't dare to talk to you like that before."
Indeed, when they were still dukes and knights, most of the commoners didn't even dare to look directly at themselves, and there was envy and admiration in the words behind their discussions, but more fear. The only one who dared to look into his own eyes and speak bluntly without regard for his identity, was the only one who met at the theater for the first time, which made his heart find its home.
After he was defeated and captured and came to Border Town, Feilin thought that he was just changing to serve as a lord, but he did not expect that he would become a teacher who taught everyone knowledge, and he also gained everyone's respect.
This kind of respect is completely different from the feeling of the knights. People will not avoid or stay away from him, but want to be closer to him than to keep a distance. The latter makes Fei Lin feel warmer and more satisfying.
Perhaps, he is not suitable to be a knight.
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After waiting for more than a quarter of an hour, it was Feilin Sylt's turn.
"Identity card," the teller said, then startled, "Mr. Feilin?"
"Betty," he was also a little surprised, the girl standing behind the counter was the first batch of graduates under his command. Immediately, Filmin quickly understood and said happily, "Have you entered the city hall?"
"Yes," she said with a happy expression on her face, nodding and saluting as she did at the academy, "I am now an apprentice in the Consulate and currently working in the Ministry of Agriculture."
Filming didn't want the people behind to wait, so he handed over his ID card and six silver wolves, "I'll buy a medium bag of wheat."
"Okay!" She registered her name in the book, turned back and shouted, a porter walked out of the warehouse and put a bag of wheat on the counter. There is no inspection or selection here. Each bag has been packed and is divided into three types according to weight, large, medium and small. Among them, the small bag is almost enough for two people to eat for a month. The price of food is fixed and there is almost no fluctuation. ID cards must be presented when purchasing, and the purchase amount is also limited. Filming understands that this measure is obviously to prevent people from buying food in large quantities, leaving civilians who really need it without food to buy.
"Teacher, come to my house when you are free." Betty handed him the ID card.
"Yeah," Fei Lin responded with a smile, carrying the wheat bag and walking aside to give up his seat. Until this time, Irene was still missing, and she was probably looking at other products. He simply found a prominent and dry place, put the bag on the ground, and sat down to rest for a while.
At this moment, a blue figure flashed before his eyes.
Dawn Morning Light was stunned for a while, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look, and then he trembled. It was a beautiful woman with a delicate face, with a rare blue hair, a type that would never be forgotten at a glance. Fei Lin felt the blood in his whole body almost coagulate. This was not because of his outstanding appearance, but... He had seen this honor in the family hall.
As a child, he had asked more than once who was the portrait hanging in the first place on the hall wall, but his father kept silent. She was undoubtedly a woman, but she was ahead of all the grandfather's portraits, and only after being drunk did he hear his father mention each other.
If I remember correctly, the person in the picture is the founder of the Sirte family.
how can that be
"Sorry, it's been a long wait," Erin's voice pulled him back from his confused thoughts, "I picked some eggs later, and bought a small bag of butter. Have you got your wheat ready?"
"Um..." Flynn replied absentmindedly.
When he returned home, the scene in the painting was still in front of him, and the figure of the woman lingered... Why did he meet the ancestors of the Sylt family in Border Town
After hesitating for a long time, he decided to return to Changge Fortress.
When Fei Lin told Erin about this plan, the latter raised his brows, "Didn't you cut ties with the family? Why do you want to go back?"
"Er...because," he said hesitantly, "because of something."
"Inheritance?" Irene tilted her head and said, "No, is it for... women?"
"Cough," Fei Lin tilted his head, "how is that possible!"
"But your eyes tell me that you are lying," she pressed the dawn light on her chair and looked at him condescendingly, "you promised to be my knight, and I also believed that you would not break your promise, that's why I made me I'm very curious... and what can't you tell me? We made an agreement before the farm house outside Longsong Fortress that nothing should be hidden."
Her eyes are transparent and moving. At any time, she wants to share everything with herself. No matter whether it is good or bad, after so many hardships, Irene has not changed.
Ferrin took a deep breath, pulled her into his arms, and said his doubts softly.
"So that's the case," Irene nodded after hearing this, "then you can go."
"You... believe me?" It stands to reason that even he himself didn't quite believe in such a bizarre story that an ancestral character could actually live in the present.
"Of course," she blinked, "you didn't stray from my sight this time.".
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