Why it never ends

Chapter 1108 Crops

Everyone held their breath. In the silence, Hesta quietly turned his back and held back a yawn.

"Okay," she took two steps toward the backyard door, "Next time any of you come to me for something, tell Wosunda as well... Go and have a rest, Wosunda, come with me for a while."

As Eunice translated, the old woman once again showed a somewhat surprised expression. She pondered Hesta's intentions and slowly followed her into the hall of the main house.

The main lights in the main hall have been turned off by Santa, and the entire living room has a gentle feeling unique to the night.

"Sit down." Hesta made an inviting gesture.

This was a gesture that Wosunda could understand without translation. She wanted to refuse with some trembling, but remembering what Hesta had just said, "I know there must be some swindlers trying to take advantage of the situation," she swallowed her saliva tremblingly and sat down in her normal posture - but still only sat in the front third of the chair.

"My friend told me that most of the women who are still in the city have experienced miscarriage or are pregnant, and their gestational age is relatively concentrated, generally around 21 weeks..."

The old man listened to Eunice's translation silently, his eyes slightly closed.

"…This means that something happened on this farm twenty-one weeks ago," Hesta whispered, "right."

The living room fell into dead silence. Eunice, who was originally in charge of translation, shuddered almost imperceptibly. Gahoduolei, who was standing beside him, also realized this belatedly. Both young people were shocked by this sudden cruelty.

Hesta looked at Yunis calmly and said, "Turn it over, why are you silent?"

"…Twenty-one weeks ago," Eunice looked at the old woman, her throat moving slightly, and her voice slowed down, "What happened?"

The old woman's expression did not change at all, as if she were a stone statue, until her dry and sunken eyes briefly became moist, and she finally blinked, and they turned into dry wells again.

The old man let out a sigh.

"…Do I need to elaborate on this matter?" The old man murmured, "Since you can ask this question, I should have understood it."

"Who did it?" Hesta said, "The hospital said that some of you are very sick, so this shouldn't be the first time."

The old man stared at Hesta appraisingly, as if assessing the purpose of her words.

The old woman murmured something in a voice that only she could hear, as if a witch was observing the guests who came to tell fortunes through a crystal ball. A smile slowly emerged on her face, strange and faint. This expression made Eunice shudder and she involuntarily took a half step back to Hesta's side.

"...very determined." The old man lowered his head slightly, but his eyes became even sharper. "Salimah, you seem to be very determined..."

Hesta tilted her head slightly, and she also stared at the old man in front of her: "It seems that I asked the right person, right?"

"I can tell you, I can tell you everything, because you need to be saved, and that means you need to be in danger first..."

When Eunice brought up this sentence, Victoria laughed out loud: "What a wise saying."

The old woman didn't need to understand what Victoria said, as she could already hear the compliment from her tone and expression. She tilted her head towards Victoria gracefully, like a dancer greeting the audience.

Yunis and Gahodore were impressed by the old man in front of them. They almost immediately realized that this "Saler" probably had the same "Weihoton" blood as them, because a certain temperament in her was so strong that the two young people thought of the priests on Mount Lesbos. The old man continued: "Perhaps before we talk about this, I can talk to you about another thing first?"

"Go ahead. I'm listening."

"Do you know why you can't usually see whale people on your farm?"

"My friend has already told me this," Hesta replied, "you usually hide."

The old man said in a persuasive tone: "Then why do we hide?"

Hesta leaned forward slightly: "...Why?"

"We are growing a crop," the old man said softly. "We have been growing this crop here for many years...but half a year ago, we were told that we don't need to grow it anymore because the owner of the farm no longer needs this income, and the existence of these crops will put him in danger."

Eunice frowned. "What crop?"

The old man didn't look at her, but whispered, "Is this your problem or Salima's problem? I didn't hear Salima speak."

Eunice sank his lips and looked at Hesta: "Don't you want to ask her what her crop is?"

Hesta lowered her eyes slightly - she almost immediately thought of her conversation with Trion one day. He once said with great pride that there were no illegal businesses on his farm...

"And then?" Hesta asked, "You won't plant it anymore?"

"How is that possible?" The old man still had a faint smile on his face. "It's just that we were originally the master's property. After that decision, it seems that we... are no longer."

"Really?" Hesta said, "Trion is a businessman. He doesn't seem like someone who would dispose of his assets carelessly."

"I have never seen that gentleman." The old man said softly, "I am too old, too old... too old to follow a complete set of etiquette and manners. My waist and my legs do not allow me to make any large body turns... But, Salima, there are some things that do not need to be seen with the eyes, and the human heart can also understand what is going on."

Hesta listened silently to Eunice's translation. She stood up, poured a glass of water for the old woman, and silently pushed it in front of her.

"Tell me," Hesta whispered, "what does your heart realize?"

"It's not hard to guess, Salima. The old man only needs to see some less income and some more income on the account, but numbers are easy to manipulate. The farmer doesn't need the money, but it doesn't mean that other people on the farm don't need the money. The farmer thinks these things may cause him to be criticized, but other people on the farm don't care about this. They care more about things that can be exchanged for real money - so we are still working, even more strictly than before."

Hesta understood everything.

“…How many people like you are there on this farm?”

"About seven hundred people, Salima."