When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 792 The nightmare never goes away
In January 1449, the first light snow fell.

After brushing the dust off his leather boots, Wolowitz sat under the eaves and stuffed his warm feet into his cold shoes.

"hiss--"

He shuddered, stood up, took two steps, and quickly adapted to the familiar coldness and hardness.

"I knitted a pair of sweater pants for you last night. Where is your luggage? I'll stuff it in for you." A gentle voice sounded from behind.

Wolowitz turned around and saw his pregnant wife Martha standing at the door, with dark circles and red eyes on her chubby face.

"It's cold outside, what are you doing outside?" Wolowitz quickly pulled his wife back into the room.

"I'm caring about you!" Martha said in mock anger while being held in her husband's arms. "When you leave, I'll stand outside when it snows."

"No, I dare not." Faced with Marsha who brought her child to her father, Wolowitz, who was considered tough and iron-blooded by the soldiers, begged for mercy again and again.

In the hollow cupboards in the room, you can still see the leftovers from the New Year's Day the day before.

On the table, there was a burnt candle and two knitting needles.

Honeycomb coals were burning in the fireplace in the living room, and warmth surrounded the two of them.

"Are we really going to the battlefield?"

"Yeah, everyone's going, so why shouldn't I go?"

"Are you going to die?"

"The Holy Father will protect me. If I die, the Holy Grandson will continue to protect you."

Martha covered Wolowitz's mouth: "Don't say bad words before you leave."

Reaching out and touching Wolowitz's stubble, Martha buried her head in his chest: "Can you not go? Ask the Chapter Master for mercy, at least let the child see his father."

"There are many officers and soldiers whose wives are pregnant. Don't all of them go to the battlefield?" Wolowitz stroked Marsha's frizzy hair. "Besides, everything here was given by the regiment. If I don't go, this house will be taken away."

"I can ask my father to give you two plots of land. We still have some savings, so we can build another one."

"Don't be silly." Wolowitz felt a wet and hot feeling in his chest.

The wife looked up and said nothing.

Wolowitz bowed his head.

Martha was wearing a pale pink dress, her bulging belly pushing up the soft white apron.

On her soft and plump cheeks, a pair of red, watery eyes looked at him tenderly and painfully.

Although no words were spoken, Wolowitz knew it was a silent prayer.

He also looked back at his wife.

Ever since Martha became pregnant, Wolowitz had spent most of his salary on buying all kinds of meat and medicine.

Along the way, he fed his originally skinny wife until she became as heavy as him.

Whenever his wife complained that she couldn't eat enough, he would confidently say, "Although you only have one mouth, this is for two people."

His wife, Martha, was the daughter of an armed farmer.

At the social gathering organized by the Chapter Master, his heart almost stopped when he saw her for the first time.

A thick brown braid, a chubby face, and a sunflower on her ear.

Unlike other people's yellow teeth, she shows a set of bright white teeth when she smiles.

Among the nearly 100 girls present, no matter what others thought, he thought the girl named Martha was the prettiest.

He was carried by his comrades, lifted up and placed in front of Martha. He made a lot of noises for three minutes but didn't utter a word.

Finally, it was this kind-hearted girl who took the initiative to extend her hand and danced the first dance with him at the ball. After that, Wolowitz would appear at Martha's door every holiday or rest time.

About three months later, Wolowitz and Martha became engaged and walked into the marriage hall with the blessing of the military chaplain.

Martha didn't like the wooden house assigned by the army, so Wolowitz asked the commander of the regiment to approve a piece of land and build a house by himself.

The room he lived in was built by himself, his comrades and hired workers.

The house looks complicated, but its construction is similar to building a camp or breastwork on a battlefield.

It took him half a year to build his own house.

How beautiful this house is. How beautiful it is.

The first and second floors are built with red bricks and bonded with mortar concrete, while the third-floor attic has brick and stone pillars with wooden boards.

They painted the walls and bought various panels in the market to decorate them.

The house also comes with a small courtyard, a well and a water pump.

On the day of completion, Wolowitz and his comrades and superiors who came to celebrate nailed a house number and a mailbox on the door.

The house number reads "Wolowitz and Martha Poussin's Home," and the mailbox reads "13 Black Champion Second Camp Straight Street."

But on the first day they moved in, they had to sleep on the floor because he had spent all his savings on digging a well but forgot to buy beds and furniture.

Wolowitz couldn't help but let out a smile, but in the end he had to borrow some money from the leader before he could buy a bed.

In the end, because the cost of building the house was so high, he used most of his money to pay off his debts, and could only save a little every month.

In order to supplement the family income, Martha sat at home and spun yarn on a spinning wheel. She also opened a small vegetable garden in the yard and raised two chickens.

Little by little, they added chairs, tables, wardrobes, and bought tableware, candlesticks, and dishes.

As the furniture grew, the space in the room became smaller and smaller, squeezing him and Martha closer and closer.

Eventually, Martha became pregnant.

So the newest piece of furniture in the Pousent family was a crib.

Wolowitz, who lost all his relatives in the flood, joined the Guards because of hunger, and charged forward crying with his saber raised because of hatred—

Finally, I had my own home at No. 13, Zhi Street, Red Maple Township, Zhen'an Fort.

The lifeless corpse of cousin Therese, the overwhelming flood and the beggars fighting for food, and the memory of fighting the knights with their bodies on the battlefield.

It seems like it happened so long ago and is almost forgotten in the corner of my mind.

It was not until Wolowitz read the news of the Leia invasion in the bulletin, until the newspaper reported the blood and tears in the military settlement, until the urgent recall order of the chapter master was issued, that he realized -

Those nightmares never left him.

The church, the king, the knights, the Leia, have never left.

Does he want to fight?
If possible, he didn't want to fight and kill people he didn't even know.

But if he had to accept his wife being equated to a sheep like Cousin Therese, and his unborn child being squeezed into wine like a blue-blood orphan.

Then he would rather fight on the battlefield all his life and keep those nightmares away forever.

As the military chaplain said, the Thousand River Valley is everyone's business...

“…It’s not just about one person.”

Wolowitz turned his head and looked at his wife with tears in her eyes, and he kissed her soft and wet lips.

"Old Sato said too many things about the Holy Way that I didn't understand. I basically didn't understand any of them." Wolowitz put his mouth next to his wife's ear. "I only understood one thing: I will fight for tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)