Heimarian Odyssey

In the spring of another year, farmers all over Faustan are busy harvesting the grains planted in autumn and winter, and sowing the seeds of spring wheat in the fields.

Last year was a bumper year, and almost all civilians across the country had a fat year.

In the past ten or two years since Shalor was destroyed, the estrangement still exists on the land of the two countries, but it is not as sharp as the conflict in the first few years.

The common people are easily satisfied, can eat, and life does not need to get better, as long as there is hope, that is enough.

With a heavy iron plow on his back, Old Bulu greeted his son and daughter-in-law and went to work in the fields.

Although one leg was unsuccessful, Old Bulu worked no worse than Youngster.

Having been busy with farm work all morning, Lao Bulu sat on the soil bag in his home, gnawing on the Lili Bing that his wife had prepared for them yesterday.

Lili cakes are very hard and need to be soaked in water to swallow. Old Bulu still eats with keen interest pleasure.

Lao Bulu has no dissatisfaction with the current life.

In order to make a living for his family when he was young, Old Bruce responded to Baron’s call and joined the army.

The war was finally won, and Old Bulu limped.

It was stabbed by a Shalor soldier with a long spear. Old Bulu also used his long sword to kill the soldier.

This incident was boasted by Lao Bu for ten years. It was relying on that Shalor soldier’s second-class waist token that Lao Bu received this 2 acres of farmland from Baron.

3 acres of fertile land, plus the original 2 acres of my own family, a total of 5 acres to support a family, barely enough.

Not to mention that Lao Bulu still has a considerable alimony.

His son only married a wife the year before last year, and his daughter-in-law gave birth to a big fat boy last year. Old Bulu likes grandson who was only one year old.

This is his old Bulu home, the only incense.

Thinking of hurriedly finishing the farm work and going back to tease grandson, Old Bru took two bites of the cake in his hand, got up and waved the iron plow.

“Dad, I want to rush to the town tomorrow to sell some of the wheat we collected.” Son Keen said, swallowing the food in his mouth.

“Half of those wheat will be handed over to Baron, and half will be fine grains for this year’s festival. Where is the extra?” Old Buluyanyanyan waved the iron plow.

“Ruby hasn’t added new clothes since the end of last year. I want to pull a 2-foot cloth for her.” Keane Brace Oneself said.

Old Bru stopped his swinging iron plow and looked at the son standing in front of him.

Keane is 20 years old this year, and he is already an adult alone in other families, but in this family, Old Bruce has the final say.

Because of the bloody nature of having been on the battlefield and killing people, Lao Bulu is a no one dares provoke in the village, let alone at home.

Keane may have held this sentence in his heart for a long time. After opening the conversation clip, he said in the imposing manner of Old Bru that his wife Ruby worked so hard, and he should do something for Ruby.

“In that case, our family can only eat a bite of bread this fall. Have you considered it carefully?” Old Bulu said with an iron plow.

He doesn’t seem to be that difficult to talk. The Old Guys who came back from joining the army with him all know that Old Bulu is a good temper in the barracks.

“I don’t care,” Keane said with his chest straight.

Ruby pulled La Keane’s arm next to him to tell him to speak less.

Ruby doesn’t care about new clothes and so on. Ruby is very satisfied to live a peaceful life with her husband and child. This is a simple and hardworking farm girl.

Keane did it just because of his pride. He felt that he owed Ruby.

Old Bulu turned around and glanced at his daughter-in-law, her dark yellow skin, thin body, and a linen towel wrapped around her head, just like the overwhelming majority woman in the village.

His daughter-in-law was married from a neighboring village by Old Bru who used the silver thaler given by Baron after the war as a bride price.

Ruby’s father died on the battlefield in his early years, and his mother also died a few years ago. After the silver thaler was divided by her aunt uncles, he married to the old Bulu family.

For Ruby, this home is her real home, and her son and husband are everything to her.

Thinking that after this daughter-in-law got married, it seemed that he hadn’t even added a piece of jewelry, and Old Blu fell silent.

“You can’t take all the wheat and sell it, you have to leave a bite for the child to eat the porridge.” Without thinking for too long, Old Brunodded agreed.

“Good!” Keane smiled.

The one-year-old child doesn’t have much appetite. According to Old Bulu’s previous idea, he strives to feed the child a bowl of oatmeal a day, but now it seems that he can only feed it once every 2 or 3 days.

There were not many kinds of wheat planted last winter. For half a year, the harvest of wheat is definitely not enough. You must plant other grains that can fill your stomach.

Half of this wheat is handed over to Baron, and a part is left for the child to have porridge, and the rest is impossible to pull a good cloth of 2 feet, but ordinary floral cloth is still possible.

“Take the iron sword at home and sell it, go to your Robbins Uncle in town, and give Ruby a silver ring.” Old Blu said immediately.

“Ah? That was the weapon you used when you joined the army. Didn’t it mean that you wanted to pass on as a family heirloom?” Keane asked in surprise.

“I think this battle is impossible to fight again. Keep it for rust. Let’s sell it!” Lao Bulu didn’t answer his son’s words, and continued to deal with the farmland under his feet.

It didn’t take long for the winter snow to melt away, and the ground was still very hard. Old Bulu was only able to work for a while before he sweated half his body.

Seeing that father didn’t plan to talk any more, Keane stopped asking questions. No one in this family could disobey the things that Old Bruce decided.

I took the kettle handed by my wife, and the hot water that was brought out from the house now has only a little residual temperature.

Xiao Xiao took a sip and moistened Run’s throat, which had been dry from swallowing the chestnut cake. Keane walked over to Lao Bulu and continued their unfinished farm work.

The town of Sciacca, a northern town in Tyr province in the eastern part of the Kingdom of Faustan.

More than 2 townspeople, surrounded by 1000 villages, make this town full of vitality every day.

It’s another new day, and every household is getting busy, and the streets and alleys of the small town are full of shouts of selling.

The men who went to work outside the town, 3 20% of them walked out, while the women sat by the side street 2, sewing clothes and selling some handmade work.

The life of the residents of the town is much better than that of the village. No wonder that many people in the village want to live in the town, and the residents of the town yearn to live in the city under Baron.

This is the hope of overwhelming majority civilians in this land.

“Hey, why did you come to town, Keane?” A robust man with wild beast fur and a long bow on his back asked when he saw Keane who had just entered the city.

“Big Brother White, I’m here to buy something in town.” Keane said with a smile.

White is a hunter. His father and Keane’s father Old Bru are comrades-in-arms many years ago. One of the two families is in the town and the other is in the village. , Old Blue and White’s father have a good relationship.

“En.” Seeing Keane carrying a big bag, White knew what was going on.

Not long after the harvest this season, many farmers will grind the wheat and bring it to the town for sale.

“I went to the woods outside the town, see you later!” White waved and said.

“See you later!” Keane also said goodbye.

Walking in the town of Sciacca, many people still knew Keane along the way and greeted him.

This is all thanks to his father who had been on the battlefield, the young man who followed Baron back from the battlefield, Shaka Town was the No. 100 man.

All the older generations know it.

First, I went to the town tax collector and handed in the grain due in the first half of this year. Keane carried a bag weighing only the original one third and went to a grocery store in the town that collected grain.

“2 100 and ten copper thalers, take it away from Little Keen!” The owner of the grocery store is a skinny old man with all his hair out and wearing a knitted hat.

“Cook Uncle, you gave ten more.” Keane nodded a handful of copper thaler in his hand, and said in surprise.

“I didn’t give more, you can put it away.” The old man laughed, squeezing a few gaps out of his thin cheeks, said with a smile “Where is Old Guy, how are you doing?”

“It’s very good. Waiting for this year’s Oktoberfest, you will relive the old well.” Keane said and thanked.

Ten copper thalers are not many, but it is also Cook old man who can make a profit in about 3 days.

After bidding farewell to the grocery store Boss, Keane went to the blacksmith’s shop in the town.

Don’t rush to pull the cloth. You can buy it anytime with the money. Keane has to sell the iron sword hidden in the grain bag.

Since the end of the war, Faustan has strictly prohibited iron equipment year after year, especially after the new king succeeded to the throne last year, he had to buy a kitchen knife and make an iron plow, all of which had to be registered in the town.

Only those adventurers who are adrift and whereabouts are uncertain, usually carry a weapon without leaving.

“Clang! clang! clang!” The uninterrupted beating sound came from the smithy.

The temperature in early spring was still a bit cold, but when I walked closer to the smithy, one after another heat wave came from the smithy.

Keane walked into the blacksmith’s shop after loosening the thick linen and cotton cloth he had worn.

“Robins uncle!” shouted at the iron room.

The beating of “clang! clang!” gradually stopped, and a dark and muscled man walked out of it.

“It’s Keane, what’s the matter?” The big man took a gray rag from the hook of the door frame and wiped the sweat and ashes on his body.

“Robins uncle, how much do you think this sword is worth?” Keane took out a handful of iron long sword from the food bag.

Although there are multiple gaps in the sword edge, the overall sword edge is still sharp, with a clean body and cold light. It seems that the owner of this long sword usually wipes it frequently.

“Old Bulu’s long sword?” Robbins raised his eyes slightly, and recognized the sword by just looking at it.

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