Don't mess with that dragon

Chapter 714 The past (the first update asks for subscription)

The village head stood in front of the gate of the castle, watching the figure of the child disappear at the end.

His gaze became incomparably deep.

In a trance, he seemed to see the shadow of himself when he was a child.

When I was young,
Born in a low-level serf family, the memory of childhood hunger is an eternal theme. In the house with four walls, the food in the jar is always a thin layer. Every time the father and mother cook food, they must be careful Pick out a handful of beans, and then boil them together with the bark and wild vegetables picked from the wild to make a green paste.

Occasionally, every few days, my mother would take out a cloth bag containing yellow-brown bitter salt from under the well-stored bed frame, and sprinkle this extremely precious bitter salt with distress.

And that is already a delicacy that can only be eaten once in a few days.

As for the black bread made of wheat, it is only a food that can only be eaten by "rich people" or during festivals.

The food they eat has always been a green paste made from cheap beans and wild vegetables boiled with roots.

When I was young, the Harvest Festival was always the village chief's most anticipated festival of the year.

Because at that time, the lord lord would rarely and mercifully allow them to rest for a few days, and distribute a little food as a festival celebration, and the mother would get up early on that day, and solemnly collect all the precious wheat stored in a year's work. Take it out, and use the public stone mill in the village to crush the wheat finely.

Then scrape half of the powder on the grinding disc into the wooden basin, return home, knead it with water, knead it into a ball, and then squeeze it into a few palm-sized taupe lumps.

Finally, put these taupe lumps into the pot for steaming, and the fragrant wheat aroma will diffuse from the pot with the white steam.

that time,
When he was a child, the village chief would always stay by the pot, smelling the fragrance wafting from it, and the gluttons would be lured out, drooling constantly.

Looking at it now, those black breads that have not even been sifted out are really hard to swallow.

But at that time,
But it is a delicious food that I can only taste once or twice a year.

Fortunately, under the leadership of His Royal Highness Austin, my situation is much better now, at least I can eat white bread that noble gentlemen were entitled to enjoy in the past.

Life is to a degree that I could never have imagined before.

everything changes,

Just a few years ago.

At that time, natural disasters and wars were frequent, and the grain cultivated in the field was no longer enough to pay the lord's tax. I watched the only surviving old mother in the middle of the night preparing to leave the house and run to live in the mountains to save food for the family.

At that time, the half-grown village head pulled the old mother back. Facing the desperate situation, the village head at that time was cruel, and under the horrified eyes of the old mother, he took the newly ripened wheat in the field he had plowed overnight. They were all harvested, packed in a sack, and fled out of the village overnight with the old mother.

In the past, there were police officers in the village to prevent serfs from absconding.

But at that time, the lord and another lord were fighting, and the remaining one or two police officers couldn't see the people in the whole village at all, so the village chief and his mother successfully absconded with food.

Actually,
Living in a closed world in the village since childhood, the insensitive serfs, even if some people couldn't bear to abscond into the mountains and forests as fugitive slaves, no one had ever thought of taking away the grain in the field. The village head was like this at that time It was the first time that the son escaped.

It is precisely because of this boldness and carefulness that the village head and his mother finally ran to the southern Kava Forest, where they were collected by the Blue Dragon Kingdom, and in subsequent training sessions, they were rated as advanced elements and Promoted to study.

Then, he was rated as excellent in work and study, and became a reserve civil servant.

In the end, step by step, he first became one of the pioneer grassroots officials who digested the occupied area, and served as the village head of the village, responsible for the reform and reorganization of the village.

Looking back on all these years, the experience is almost like a dream.

Although the old mother fell to the root of her illness during the escape that year and her health was not very good, at least now she is living the life of a gentleman in the rear that she could not imagine before.

It's just that the old mother is a person who came from poverty after all, and she can't stay idle. She often goes out to pick up some odd jobs assigned by the factory, takes them home to do work, and earns some pocket money, although the pocket money is insignificant compared to the village head's income.

The children in the family always waste food, and are always scolded by the old mother with a straight face.

Among the neighbors at home, when I was doing odd jobs in the factory with the neighbors around me, when I talked about my son, there was always pride on my face that couldn't be concealed.

There are several families around, basically all refugees who escaped from the disaster.

There are also old mothers who, after settling down here, asked someone to bring a letter back to their hometown, bringing over the settled family from the former village.

Middle-earth is becoming more and more chaotic, and natural disasters occur frequently. Many impoverished families can no longer survive, so they take advantage of the trend and flee southward.

It was also from their mouths that the village chief knew the sensation caused by his daring after he left.

in front of the castle,

The village chief was a little lost.

The child's back has disappeared into the distance.

Somewhat like myself when I was a child,

Also living in a poor family, also forced by life,
Stepping forward to receive food when all adults dare not,

Brave first time.

It is precisely because of the similar life experience in the past that the village chief can empathize with that child. For such a poor family at the bottom, three pieces of black bread with a height of one meter are so precious that it cannot be more precious.

in the heart,

A touch in some soft place.

The reality is far more cruel than the newspaper reports!

only hope,
Those reforms can be completed faster.

Recalling the determination of the high-level leaders of the Blue Dragon Kingdom seen in the newspapers before coming here, the current situation in the occupied areas, and the boiling public opinion in the country, many cooperative volunteer organizations, donating money and donations, it is bound to do a good job in this area. A tough battle.

The village chief's heart is also more determined.

"Let's be patient for a while, everything will be changed soon, very soon. From now on, you will no longer be oppressed by those noble gentlemen, and you will no longer have to suffer from hunger and hard work every day. Believe me, I will It will lead you to food, clothing and prosperity.”

The village head stood silently in front of the gate of the old nobleman's castle, and said silently.

Skinny and insensitive figures flashed in front of his eyes. It was the picture of a group of villagers who looked like refugees when he entered the village.
(End of this chapter)