After staying for a while, Playa asked again, "Are you not afraid of being bitten when put in the field?"

"I'm not afraid..."

Brother has complete protective measures! He will soon leave the front line of physical labor!

Wu Qingchen shook his head vigorously: "If the master hadn't taught me how to cure cattle, how could he need herbs... The master's honey shouldn't be wasted."

"Okay, you're not afraid..." Playa was slightly moved, but she didn't let go, "Even if you're not afraid, what about your father and your brothers?"

"There is this..." Wu Qingchen shook his hood and his wide outer robe, "We can tie up the hood and sleeves with thin vines!"

"Where are the owners of the surrounding land, the passers-by neighbors, and other villagers?"

"Uh... other places...neighbors, and other villagers..." Wu Qingchen's voice became much lower.

"That's fine!" Seeing that Wu Qingchen seemed to be speechless, little Andre jumped out: "Everyone always has to reason! If the teacher hadn't taught Ross to cure cattle, they would have been in great trouble long ago. Now there is no time to worry about any work in the field!"

"Besides, what if you are bitten by bees? This is the master's honey and the wealth of the church! Let them hurt, it is the test of the master and the blessing of God!"

Standing beside him and listening to the generous speech of Andrei, Wu Qingchen had to sigh: He is worthy of being a reserve-level grassroots lord who has received dual education from the lord and the church since childhood. Look at this strong lord class ideology.

Wu Qingchen was not surprised at all when Andrei's words. From the Earth's integrated characters' intelligence model, Wu Qingchen had already known that the child next to him who seemed easy to deal with was actually full of strong self-awareness of the ruling class. If this was not the case, the Earth would not have planned it into an important part of the subsequent plan.

"Okay, okay..." Praia would not compete with the two children, not to mention that the two children's intentions did not want the church, or rather, the interests of Mr. Praia were not to suffer losses.

Let them go!

Anyway, honey will not become bad for no matter how long it takes to stay in a honeycomb. No matter how much you do, it will not increase at most, and it will never decrease...

Thinking of this, Master Praia looked at Wu Qingchen again, "Do you really want to give it a try?"

"Yes!" Wu Qingchen's expression "seemed to see hope" was quite in place.

Looking at Wu Qingchen's expression, Pastor Praia suddenly sighed in his heart: This little guy, I have never tasted sweets in my life...

"Then go!" Playa pondered for a moment: "If you can really keep the honeycombs in the field, the honey in these honeycombs... well, I'll give you some then!"

"ah!"

Honey!

Standing next to him, Andrei, who had nothing to do with him, instantly drooled.

"Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!"

Wu Qingchen bent down deeply and when he walked to the church door, he turned around and winked at Andre.

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Night has fallen.

Near the foot of the cliff, the cries of crickets, frogs and owls are heard one after another.

A gust of wind blew, and the straw hut, which was built randomly with thatch and dead branches, immediately made a series of crackling sounds.

As if it was alarmed by the sound, a series of gurgling sounds came from the straw hut.

In the corner of the straw shed, there were several balls of wheat straw piled up in a mess. Some of them were yellow and mostly black. Lying above the pile of wheat straw smelling, Tamara curled up and covered her stomach with her hands. It took a long time to calm her stomach, which calmed her protesting stomach again.

The feeling of hunger finally relieved a little. Tamara ignored the soil and grass on the corners of her mouth, hurriedly lay down again, trying to suppress the rhythm of her breathing.

This is the wisdom of life.

Move a fewer times and breathe a fewer times, and the feeling of hunger will come later.

The wind is so small... why isn't it a little bigger... Why don't you blow it down here... Why don't you let me...

The uncontrolled thoughts in his mind spread here, and Tamara suddenly had a cold war.

How could I think this way? What a sin...

Without caring about saving his strength, Tamara quickly struggled to get up, kneeling on the straw and praying silently.

Lord of kindness, may you not hear the sinful thoughts of me just now, and I will continue to live until you let me die mercifully, and I will enter your paradise with joy.

But, the kind master... I'm so hungry...

The kind master... I'm so tired... I feel so uncomfortable...

"Wow...wow..."

A few fresh branches were tied into "doors" and moved away, and a thin figure penetrated into the straw shed.

"Mother..." Using the moonlight shining in at the door, I saw clearly the situation in the corner of the straw hut, and the figure entering the door was surprised, "What are you doing..."

"It's okay, it's okay!" Tamara quickly sat back on the straw and looked at her son, "York, why have you been here? Is something wrong with the master's livestock?"

"No……"

York shook his head and signaled his mother not to speak first. Then he turned around and looked around outside the straw shed, then tied the branches into "doors" and moved them back to their original place and carefully blocked them. Finally, he leaned sideways against the wall and listened to the movement outside.

After a long time, after confirming that there was nothing outside, York breathed a sigh of relief, carefully reached into his arms, and took out a small bag from his clothes.

"Mother..." Holding the bag, York walked to Tamara and slowly pulled apart the four corners of the bag, "Look..."

One by one, full, yellow, exuding a faint fragrance...

"Beans! So many beans!" Tamara's eyes widened, and her nervous expression instantly floated on her face: "York, what are you doing? You took the food from the cattle shed... Oh my God! Does anyone see it?"

"No, I didn't take it..." York waved his hand, "This is not..."

"Oh my God! Oh my God!" Tamara didn't hear what her son said at all. She looked at the beans in front of her helplessly. Tamara shook her head anxiously and glanced around aimlessly: "What if I'm seen? Do you know who might be next to me at that time? Is it too late to find it now? Yes, yes, go now, hurry up, go!"

"No one sees it! Mother!" York had to scream and said, "No one sees it!"

"No one really saw it?" Tamara's eyes were still full of doubt, but there was also a little hope.

"Really! No! People! See!" Mother finally regained some rationality. York quickly said in the most serious tone: "Don't worry, Mother, this is not the stolen beans, this is the supper that Ross gave us tonight!"

"Dinner? Beans?" In Tamara's eyes, the proportion of suspicion increased rapidly again.

It took a long time and a lot of saliva to make Tamara reluctantly believe that the summer service was about to begin, and the work in the livestock shed was about to double, and suddenly he took up the position of cowherd. Los seemed a little worried that the work would not be arranged well by then, so he specially added some food to the serfs assigned to the livestock shed.

"And..." Tamara pointed to the cloth bag in front of her: "Just everyone gave so much?"

"No, no..." York shook his head happily and drew a big circle towards the cloth bag with his hand: "...Lose gave us more beans tonight than this... these are all the rest."

"Is that true?" Looking at Douzi and looking at his son, Tamara suddenly smiled, "Then you must be full, right?"

"Yes!" York burped and patted his stomach hard: "I've never been that full!"

"All beans are eaten?"

"yes!"

"Oh..." Tamara suddenly pointed at the corner of her son's mouth: "Then why are you still confused here?"

"Is there any?" York was shocked and quickly touched the corner of his mouth. He put it in front of him but only saw black dirty marks.

"Mother..." York's voice suddenly lowered.

"Child..."

Tamara sighed, and grabbed a handful of beans from the small bag that York had been holding in front of her, hesitated for a moment, picked up a few more, and then pushed the rest gently, but extremely firmly back to York.

"Mother!" York was a little anxious.

Tamara raised her hand and stopped her son's persuasion: "Child, I'll just eat these... Loss gave you beans because she wanted you to work hard in the livestock shed. If you don't have the strength, you can't do a good job. How can you bring me beans for me in the future?"

"From now, what else will happen?" The son's voice was heavy: "Mother, you can't be hungry anymore! A few days ago, you fainted in the commons! This is a hungry disease! Father... Father, this was how he died before..."

"How do you know? Who told you?" Tamara raised her head suddenly, her eyes full of shock.

"I knew it a long time ago..." York's eyes were slightly red: "Mother, you must eat these beans. Xia Shi is about to start. You are still hungry, what should you do then?"

Summer service...

Tamara's expression turned dark and she tried hard to squeeze out a few smiles, "Xia Jun is fine... Isn't it like this in that year? And, don't you want Xia Jun the same?"

"Lose said that during the summer service, we can eat beans every three days."

"Eat beans every three days... every time...

After finally repeating this incomprehensible sentence, Tamara looked blankly at the crystal beans in her hand and murmured, "How is this possible..."

"Why is it impossible? Aunt Tamara, eat the beans, don't waste your son's intentions..."

At this moment, a very young voice suddenly came from outside. As the "door" formed by the branches was pushed open again, the second half of the young voice also came in:

"...As for your son, if he can do something for me, his beans, well, and your 'hungry' will not be a big problem anymore..."
Chapter completed!