Why it never ends

Chapter 1080 Negotiation

After hanging up the phone, Hesta chased out of the room. Several mercury needles on the second floor were expressing the same expression as her. Ende had already half-crouched down: "Where did you hear about 'marriage'?"

Zoe frowned: "... Could it be Qizhen and her fiancé just now?"

"It was Caoya who told us that we can get lots of sheep if we get married!" Qiqi also described excitedly. She stretched her arms almost to her limit, "More than 30 - maybe more!"

"There are two calves!" Eleven added, placing her hands on her forehead. "Cao Ya said they were calves, but they are taller than me!"

"Wait..." Victoria heard the new name, "Caoya, Caoya is..."

There was a commotion outside the house, and the sound of the sheep was getting closer and closer, which surprised the people inside. A few people went downstairs and saw that many lambs had appeared in the originally empty space - among them there were two brown calves, which followed behind the shepherd and were driven in the middle by several large dogs.

A man in a robe stood at the door, looked inside with an indifferent expression, and asked a question in the local dialect.

Santa came from the backyard, then raised his head and looked at Hesta: "Salima, they are here to see you."

Qiqi understood what he said and couldn't help but look at Hesta: "Is anyone here getting married?"

"No one is getting married." Hesta walked forward, "What's going on?"

The man in the robe bowed to Hesta and quickly made way for him: "Go this way."

Hesta turned around and asked Lailin to go upstairs and wait for Turan's call, and he followed the robed man out. Victoria soon caught up with her, and behind her, Santa was helping the shepherd drive all the lambs and calves into the narrow sheepfold in the backyard.

Several people came to a temporary tent together - there was such a temporary tent at the entrance of the farm. It was just a thick cloth about two meters wide, transparent from front to back, and it was usually set up to provide shade.

A long wooden chopping board was placed in the middle, and there were five chairs on both sides of the chopping board, four on each side and one on the other.

The robed man spoke a few words to Hesta in the native tongue and stepped back towards her.

Victoria sat down. "What's going on?"

"I don't know." Hesta also pulled out a chair and sat down, but after a moment, she suddenly thought of something, stood up without saying a word, took Victoria and walked out.

The man in the robe did not go far, but was standing guard at the intersection. Seeing that Hesta and Victoria seemed to be leaving, he hurriedly trotted towards them. Before he could speak, Hesta shouted at him, and the man shuddered and quickly stood by the roadside.

Victoria was also startled by the shout. She looked at Hesta in confusion, and the two of them walked back to the main house.

As soon as he entered the door, everyone gathered around and asked what was going on. Hesta walked through the crowd and went to the backyard first: "Santa, are you there?"

"Yes." Santa's hand rubbed the lining tied around his waist, "What's wrong?"

"Prepare tea for six people and take it to the south. Someone has set up a tent over there. You'll see it when you get there." Hesta said, "By the way, bring some more chairs over there. I see there are only five chairs over there - there are six of us."

"okay."

"I haven't finished yet," Hesta continued, "Take someone to guard over there, and come back to report when you see someone coming." Santa patted his chest and said he understood, and quickly left the main house. Hesta then returned to the living room and told everyone about his conversation with Arevalo's secretary in the morning.

Victoria had already understood halfway through the conversation - the secretary was probably going to bring a few influential people who were quite prestigious in this area, and the cattle and sheep they brought would be bargaining chips for negotiation later, and the man in the long robe who only spoke the local dialect would be his servant.

"So we can't stay there," said Hesta.

Ende was a little puzzled: "What will happen if I stay?"

“They deserve it?” Zoe leaned back in her chair. “You should be the last ones to arrive.”

……

About forty minutes later, Arevalo's secretary showed up, and Hesta took Victoria with him.

Still in the same tent, four men were sitting on the six chairs. They were also wearing robes of the same style as the servant, but their clothes were more exquisite, and the intricate hand-painted patterns showed that the fabrics were very valuable. In comparison, Hesta and Victoria's cheap T-shirts made them look like a pair of modern people who had strayed into the old times.

The secretary introduced the two parties - these men in gold and silver were the grandfathers of the nearby Padre Society, and Padre means father in the dialect of District 12. They are very prestigious in this area, and any disputes in any manor can be invited to mediate. When everything is settled, they will take 10% of the mediation fee, which is a fair price.

Hesta and Victoria each took a chair and sat down. The four people opposite suddenly became uneasy. They exchanged glances and whispered to each other. Finally, the person sitting on the right edge stood up and gave his chair to Arevalo's secretary.

Victoria approached Hesta: "It seems that they originally intended for me to stand."

"There was only one chair here originally," Hesta whispered, "and the one you're sitting on was one I asked Shanta to make later."

Victoria looked confused: "...then they didn't plan to reserve a chair for the secretary from the beginning."

"I suppose they are," Hesta said calmly, "they are planning to leave me standing."

Victoria let out a low laugh.

The translator brought by the governor's secretary knelt behind Hesta and Victoria and began to relay the conversation to them. The man who gave up his chair was the first to speak, explaining the current problem to everyone - the new owner of the farm wanted to change the name, but the workers here thought that this name damaged their dignity...

"Not the laborers," the Governor's secretary said at the right moment, "but the squatters."

"Shan Dwellers and Laborers are what you call them," the old man sitting next to the secretary suddenly spoke up, speaking very slowly, "To us, everyone is the same."

The secretary did not respond, but clasped his hands together and looked at the narrator expressionlessly.

The person standing continued to state: "Well, now the Governor has invited the Padre Society to mediate, and the Padre Society will give both parties a fair and just result. They need to meet with the workers here individually first, ask them what they think, and then formulate a bargaining chip that satisfies everyone..."

Hesta looked at the secretary and whispered, "Where did those sheep come from?"

"They were from your farm," replied the secretary, "but the Governor has bought them."