Don't mess with that dragon

Chapter 715 Response (Second update for subscription)
At noon, the sun was high.

The air was stuffy.

A gust of wind blew by, and in an inconspicuous corner of the village, a thatched hut built randomly with thatch and dead branches immediately made a series of creaking sounds.

Like an overwhelmed old man, crumbling.

As if startled by this sound, there was also a gurgling sound in the thatched shed.

In the corner of the grass shed, there were a few clumps of straw in a mess. Some of them were withered and yellow, and most of them had turned black. On top of the pair of musty straws, a woman was lying on the pile of straw in the corner.

The woman was wearing an obviously ill-fitting short skirt, lying barefoot on the straw, her feet were covered with calluses and sores, and she was extremely thin.

On the other side of the thatched shed, I looked at a small wood full of gaps on the edge. A baby was wrapped in a rag next to it. On the other side lay a child of two or three years old. Two thin children, one big and one small, were lying on the ground. Sleeping on the straw, crying from time to time, intermittently hungry grunts, and bursts of mournful dreams.

The woman's name is Monia, and she is a single mother in the village.

It was also the wife of the serf who was beaten to death in the "Master's Generosity" incident a few months ago.

After losing the strong labor force in the family, the originally poor family became even more difficult.

Working day and night is not enough to take care of the fields, but also to take care of a few children. The burden of life almost overwhelms Monia.

especially during this time,
The harvest in the field is not good, and no matter how hard you work, you can't complete the part of the public land. Coupled with the land tax and poll tax that has to be paid to the lord, she alone can't continue to support it no matter how hard she works.

At home, we have been without food for two days.

Monia curled up and covered her stomach with both hands, and it took a long time to calm down the stomach that was strongly protesting.

The feeling of hunger finally eased a little bit. Tamara ignored the dirt and straw on the corner of her mouth, and quickly lay down again, trying to suppress Jie Zhou who was breathing.

This is the wisdom of life.

Move less, breathe less, and the feeling of hunger will come later.

poor people,

There will always be some survival wisdom summed up in the poor life.

She lay on the straw with her hands weak, closed her eyes, and the hunger resistance that had just been suppressed surged up again, leaving her in a daze.

There seems to be a wind blowing in the air,
It was as if her thoughts were blown up by the wind and drifted away into the distance in a hazy dream.

Wind, wind. Why is it so small? Why isn’t it bigger? Why don’t you blow this place down. Why don’t you let me.
My mind suddenly diverged here uncontrollably,
Monia shivered suddenly,

How could I think like this, how sinful it is!

Regardless of saving her strength, she hurriedly struggled to get up. In the thatched shed, the baby who was just a few months old was still sleeping, and the malnourished child probably didn't have the strength to cry. Sleeping on the side together, their mouths opened and closed unconsciously, as if they were eating something in a dream.

An unspeakable feeling came to my heart.

Monia knelt on the straw and began to pray silently.

O merciful Lord, may you not hear my sinful thoughts just now, I will live until you let me die mercifully, and then I will happily enter your heaven.

Poor children, who haven't grown up yet, what will they do if I'm gone?

Lord, forgive my sins.

But, merciful master. I'm really hungry.
Benevolent master, I am really tired. Really uncomfortable.

Whoa!
The "door" made of a few fresh branches was moved away, and the sunlight outside came in. A thin figure walked in, and he was surprised to see the scene inside the thatched shed clearly:
"What are you doing?"

"it's okay no problem!"

Hearing the familiar voice of the eldest son York, Tamara quickly sat back on the straw and looked at her son:

"York, why did you come here, not just now."

The voice suddenly stopped,

Monia's eyes widened all of a sudden, fixed on the three pieces of fragrant black bread that were as tall as him in Little York's arms.

Do not,
It should be two and a half.

One of them had already been eaten in half.

It's just that Monia didn't have the heart to pay attention to these.

A tense look instantly surfaced on her face, and her voice became extremely frightened:

"My God, York, what have you done! Where did this black bread come from?! Whose house are you stealing from? Is it the steward in the village? My God, has anyone seen it!"

"I, I didn't steal"

Little York seemed frightened by his mother's violent reaction, and explained stammeringly:

"I, I heard from people in the village that the new Lord Devil is distributing food at the castle."

It took a lot of effort,
Little York just finished telling all the ins and outs.

Probably because there are rumors in the village that the new demons are distributing food at the castle, but they all say that it is the temptation of the demons, and it will definitely not end well if they go there.

But Little York was so hungry that he had been out of food for two days, so he couldn't help but ran over, and the vicious-looking master gave him three pieces of black bread and a bag of of wheat.

As he spoke, he also showed a small bag of wheat behind him.

however,
Not only did Monia not feel relieved, but she became even more frightened.

"My God! My God! How can you go there! Can you believe the words of those demons? Your father was beaten to death by those guys just because he ate a bite! How can you go there!"

Monia turned around in a panic, looking helplessly at the black bread held tightly by Little York in front of him, shaking his head anxiously, and looking around in horror:
"Is it too late to go back now? Yes, yes! Go back now, and return everything! Quick! Go!"

She still remembers clearly now,
The scene where my husband was beaten to death by that noble lord a few months ago.

almost exactly the same,
Throw a handful of wheat on the ground, as long as you pick it up, it's yours. Monia's husband couldn't help picking it up, and then he was beaten to death in the name of being offended by the master.

one life

For a handful of wheat.

"I'm not going back yet, Mom, I ate half of it."

Little York almost cried,

Seeing his mother's terrified appearance of the sky falling, Little York continued to whisper:
"Mom, there should be no need to return it. The devil master is very kind. After giving me the black bread, he just scolded me and told me to leave. I think he didn't beat me to death on the spot, so there should be nothing wrong."

Hearing this, Monia calmed down a little.

Too,

If the new demon master really wanted to have fun, he beat Little York to death immediately, why would he let him run back with so many things?
I heard that those great people have a quality called doing what they say,
Since Little York brought the food back, it should be fine.

Monia's frightened and nervous expression eased down,
With a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)