Lord Helanza

After entering June, Desolate Land has not had a soaking rain.

The seedlings in the wheat fields around Woor Village are knee-high, and there is a green scene in the mountain col.

Although the rainy season has not yet arrived, because the reservoir was built in time before the winter last year and filled up the water throughout the winter, this year’s dry season is considered the best for Wall Village. A good year.

The water pool in Beigou Pasture has completely dried up. The spiny grass and Undying Grass on both sides of the ditch have been gnawed away by the yellow sheep, leaving only the rhizomes under the ground.

The wheat harvested last fall, after a long winter, there is not much left, and then there is a long dry season.

This year’s drought has become more serious. Many villagers in other villages went to Helanza City to ask for a living. Some skilled bricklayers and stonemasons also went to Wall Village to build reservoirs and artificial drains. Flood protection dyke.

There are many villagers who crossed Paglos Mountain and entered Oak Ridge to dig wild vegetables and cassava. Some women don’t worry about leaving their child at home and starve, and usually take the child into the mountain to dig wild vegetables. .

When many people pass by the entrance of Wall Village, they will stop moving towards the village and take a look. They want to take a good look at the reservoir under construction.

Now, this creek in Wall Village is one of the few creeks in Desolate Land with clear water.

The villagers who pass by here will fill up the shriveled water sac on the side of the stream, and then leaned over and drank a full drink before they will continue to cross the mountain pass and enter Oak Ridge.

A group of children from Wall Village sit under the big tree at the entrance of the village.

Old Sheila would also bring little Peter to sit here every day. She saw the old and little hungry villagers moved towards Oak Ridge, so she would think of herself, if she lost it at that time Surdak, Rita will marry again in the future. I am afraid that he will also bring Peter to join the army of digging wild vegetables in Oak Ridge. Life is always full of hardships and helplessness.

Old Sheila will hug little Peter tightly at this time.

Little Peter, who was held in his arms by Old Sheila, stared with wide eyes, and refused to take a moment.

He looked at the slave camp not far away curiously, and wanted to explore the mysterious house surrounded by reed mats with his friends, and wanted to know what the kobold slaves were like Living.

A few times I almost got in, but was stopped in time by the adults in the village.

The adults warned these mischievous Brat that those kobolds can eat all kinds of meat, and their favorite food is the child...

The sun is shining on the body and it’s warm, little Peter The friends around him showed the jujube shield and wooden sword in his hand, which made the children very envious.

Several old people sitting at the entrance of the village chatted under the tree, and the topic was always directed to Surdak.

The old man asked: "Duck will come back this time, will he not leave again?"

A tall silhouette appeared in Old Sheila's heart, and her voice calmly said:" He is now the Knight of the Helanza City Guard Camp. As long as a mobilization order for a plane war is issued from it, he may be on the battlefield at any time."

Another old man said with sour envy in his tone: "Yes. , Little Dark is the first Knight in our village to go out..."

Old Sheila didn’t want to talk about this, her eyes fell on the brown-haired walking out of the wasteland not far away. Woman body.

Her hair was in a mess, she carried a baby in a swaddle on her broad shoulders, followed by two, the big one holding the small one in her hand.

The woman walks very slowly, her skirt is a bit torn, and her thin thighs are exposed when she walks. Her face is a bit hungry and yellow. The child on the back holds a piece of thin wicker in his hand and mouths Send it inside, crying.

The two small ones were as thin as a hemp rod. They were behind the woman. Although they were struggling to walk, they both gritted their teeth and walked forward silently.

The skirts of their clothes are a little wet, and they have apparently drank water by the stream.

Hearing the cry of the child, Old Sheila got up from under the tree and walked toward the family.

"Which village are you from?"

Old Sheila was standing on the side of the road, her back hunched so badly that she had to tilt her head to chat with the woman.

"Yuangang Village..." The woman stopped and said to Old Sheila.

She shook the child behind her, trying to put him to sleep, at least not feeling too hungry in her dream, as long as she walked over a ridge, maybe she could find some wild vegetables.

But the child refused to sleep, so he cried more and more.

"Come from so far away?"

Old Sheila looked at the child, reaching out to tease.

The woman is reluctantly nodded.

"Where is the child's father?" Old Sheila asked casually.

"Dead on the battlefield of the plane..." The woman twisted her head, quietly hiding the bitterness on her face.

The child on her back suddenly stopped crying. The woman looked back in surprise, and saw that Old Sheila was taking out a crispy chestnut noodle multigrain cake from her arms and dividing the cake into two halves. Gently stuffed the two children next to the woman, the larger girl looked shy and wanted to refuse, the smaller child stretched out his dirty hand early, holding half of the pancake in the palm of his hand, his eyes Shining, staring at the multigrain cake with a strange brilliance.

The youngest child on his back grabbed a piece of white toasted oatmeal with both hands and stuffed it into his mouth.

The smaller child ran to the woman holding the half of the multigrain cake. His eyes were filled with longing, but he stood on tiptoe and handed it to the woman. He whispered, "Mother, you Eat!"

The woman had tears in her eyes, but she hardened her heart and said to the younger child: "Nanny, mother's cakes, we can’t ask for them. We will go hungry if we eat them. Be patient, and over the mountain in front, there are a lot of emerald green wild vegetables behind the mountain."

Lao Xi stretched her hand to touch the child's blushing face, and slowly said:" A miscellaneous grain pancake, can't be considered. You can endure the hunger and go over there, but the two are so hungry that they laugh so hard that you have no right to refuse for him. This is for the child."

After speaking, he stuffed the remaining half of the multigrain cake into the arms of the big child, then turned and walked back to the withered tree at the entrance of the village.

The woman stood at the entrance of the village and saw Old Sheila sitting under the dead tree, and then she silently continued to walk towards the mountain pass with two children, one big and one small.

The old people sat under the tree and chattered:

"I don't know how long it will take to rain..."

"It's coming, it's already in It’s June. Last year was the end of June. It rained heavily."

"Damn years, damn plane wars!"

……

Dusk, sunset.

The birds looking for food on the wasteland are returning home one after another.

Some villagers slowly climbed over the mountains and walked back home.

The wild vegetables in Oak Ridge are not that many as imagined. If you want to dig more wild vegetables, you have to walk more deep in the mountains.

The kobold slaves returned from the river with their tired bodies. After they washed themselves, they waited honestly by the big iron pot in the slave camp.

The aroma of beans in the multi-grain porridge boiled in the iron pot floated far away. The women returning from Oak Ridge passed through the village of Wall, following the eyes of some of the children around them involuntarily looking towards The slave camp is here.

After a group of kobold slaves washed by the river, they sat outside the slave camp and ate porridge silently.

Mixed-grain porridge is cooked a lot, because occasionally villagers from Wall also come here to mix porridge and drink, just to save a dinner, the wheat bran in this kind of multi-grain porridge is a bit irritating , But it’s definitely not unpleasant. The chef who is responsible for dividing the porridge will only make sure that each kobold slave gets a big bowl, and the remaining multi-grain porridge will not be too strict. The villagers want to mix the porridge. It's not impossible to drink.

If the chef thinks that the porridge is not enough, she will add some water to the pot and mix it up to make a big pot again. Of course, this situation cannot be seen by the old village chief, otherwise he But it is really cursing.

Rita and Natasha and the women in the village were au pair workers. They came to the slave camp from the reservoir site to make porridge. The main reason was that the women in the village felt that the reservoir site was The food on the side is better. After all, the cook can still mix up a working meal every day. The women in the village are probably only Rita and Natasha who will not care about this dinner.

Old Sheila took little Peter and sat on the big rock next to the slave camp, waiting for the two of them to get off work.

Andrew and Samira walked back from the village with a horse. The two of them patrolled Desolate Land every few days. This time they went out for nearly a week.

When Andrew saw little Peter watching the kobold slaves drinking multigrain porridge, and licking his lips from time to time, he squatted in front of little Peter, stretched out his hand to hold his shoulder and smiled and asked:

"Why, our little Knight hasn't eaten dinner yet?"

Little Peter shook the head, reached out and patted a small cloth bag on his back, indicating that there was food in the bag.

"Why would you watch the kobold slave eating dinner and drooling?"

Little Peter replied crisply, "Andrew Uncle, I just want to know what is cooked in the pot What, they eat delicious duck!"

Andrew touched little Peter's head and said seriously: "That's not delicious, do you really plan to try it?"

When Andrew said this, little Peter became a little hesitant.

Samira came over and took out an apple from his pocket and stuffed it with little Peter. Andrew and little Peter made an appointment to test his homework in the school tomorrow morning, and the two of them led the horse back. In the village.

Until the two left, the kobolds in the slave camp sighed in relief at the same time. The villagers could not feel the strong murderous aura emanating from the two of them, but their noses could smell the blood, no matter what It was the butcher with Andrew on his back, or the quiver hanging on Samira's back waist, with this strong aura.

……

Kobold slaves will go into the shed to rest after dinner. Their character of feel at home wherever one is is easy to get wherever they go. Satisfy.

There is still a little bit of mixed grain porridge in the big iron pot. Rita and Natasha are going to scoop out the porridge and wash the big iron pot well. The day's work is over.

The two talked about what they want to eat for dinner. Surdak is coming back for dinner tonight. Natasha wants to make the dinner richer. Little Peter sits on the side and nibbles on the apple. Those who can eat apples are the only half-elf archer under Surdak in the village.

Old Sheila came to Rita, bent down and picked up a big wooden bowl from the big tub, and handed it to Rita.

"You want to eat this?" Rita stared wide-eyed, looked at the big wooden bowl in Old Sheila's hand, and pointed at the multi-grain porridge in the iron pan with a spoon.

When Old Sheila faced Rita, she didn't have any scruples when she spoke. She opened her eyes and said to Rita:

"Can't I serve a bowl if I don't eat it?" "

"I didn't say that again." Rita murmured, and filled old Sheila with a large wooden bowl of porridge.

The busy Natasha walked over and said to Old Sheila: "The porridge is a bit cold, should I warm it up?"

Old Sheila waved her hand and said : "That's good!"

After finishing speaking, take advantage of the moonlight moved towards the village entrance, under the withered tree outside the village entrance, a yellow-faced woman holding a child in her arms, beside her Leaning on two smaller ones, sitting there quietly, Old Sheila walked over with the big wooden bowl, and handed it to the woman without speaking.

That big bowl of mixed grain porridge is enough for a woman and a few children to eat.

After the woman thanked her, she divided the porridge among the three small children. After the three children were full, she poured the remaining porridge into her stomach.

After that, he took advantage of the moonlight and left the village of Wall.

Until the woman and the children walked away, Rita, who was hiding not far away, stood up, raised her eyebrows and said dissatisfiedly to Old Sheila:

"Hey , What are you doing?"

Without raising her head, Old Sheila walked towards the slave camp with an empty wooden bowl, and said casually: "Can't you see it?"

"But it's not compliant!" Rita made her stand to Old Sheila.

Old Sheila stopped and turned to Rita and asked: "Because I asked you for a bowl of porridge?"

"You will make us very embarrassed. "Rita said.

Old Sheila lifts the head, staring into Rita’s eyes and asking her: "What can be difficult?"

Rita argued for reason: "If other people also Like you, how do we refuse?"

"Why refuse?" Old Sheila stuffed the wooden bowl in her hand to Rita, and asked rhetorically.

Rita said: "There is only so much porridge. Whoever eats more will be destined to eat less. If too many people do, what will the kobold slaves who dig the river for us eat?"

Old Sheila said very dissatisfied: "They just eat a little leftover, will they be hungry? Have you forgotten the days when you were hungry?"

The dispute between old Sheila and Rita lasted until the dinner table. The candles on the table kept dripping wax oil on the candlestick. Little Peter looked at the candle on the candlestick with a little ecstasy. He wanted to pick the one that kept beating with a knife. Flames.

Natasha sat aside and did not dare to interrupt. Seeing that the staple food basket on the table was still empty, she took out a basket of white bread from the kitchen.

Dinner is fried meat steaks, the meat steaks are very tender and only half cooked.

This kind of meat is too cooked, it will lose a lot of juice, and it will also become smaller, so the barbecue that people in the village eat is basically only three-way cooked.

There was also a glass of golden cider in front of Surdak, and Natasha silently placed a piece of white bread on his plate.

Surdak cuts up the fried meat on the plate and divides it among everyone’s plates, and then smiles to old Sheila and Rita and says, "Don’t fight, in fact, this matter is very easy to solve. I have been discussing this with Bright Uncle the past few days..."