Hansel's brain circuit is not reliable, his wife's eyes are much more reliable.

At this moment, Sanchez and his second son were indeed staying in the straw shed of the original cowherd, Brown/Rodriguez.

A lean camel is bigger than a horse. There is no such thing in the Middle Ages, but based on the same principle, it is also a straw hut. The straw hut of the original cowherd Brown's family is much better than the straw hut of the serf mother and son York and Tamara's family.

Look at this residence.

The ground is specially compacted hard mud, the roof is high-end fresh thatch, the walls are atmospheric fresh branches, and the corners are piled with high-end fresh straw.

Everything was fresh, and even the wall that could not be filled in haste, the breeze exposed brought a bit of freshness.

On a hot summer night, the cool breeze blows by, which is a very pleasant thing.

Unfortunately, when I got used to living in the original mansion, I suddenly moved into a residence so close to nature. The Browns' family was in a bad mood.

"Sanchez... Thank you... Thank you for the wheat you sent... Hu... Hu... Hu..."

The last cowherd, Brown/Mr. Rodriguez, when he was stepped on by a ox a while ago, he had probably injured his lungs. He lay in the pile of wheat straw in the corner of the wall. After saying a little, Brown began to breathe strongly. He pressed his chest and took a few breaths before he gradually recovered: "If it weren't for you, and Wright... and have been helping for this period, I... we really don't know what to do..."

"No need to say that, we are brothers!" Sitting directly on the ground, Sanchez held Brown steadily, his face full of worry and concern: "You have a good rest, don't talk more, and don't think too much. Only in this way can your body get better faster... After a while, when you are almost done, I will think of a way to ask for it..."

"Hahaha……"

Hearing these words from his younger brother, Brown smiled hard: "After time... after a while... it's almost done..."

Repeating these words, the ex-coffee who was still energetic ten days ago, covered his chest with his arms and pulled out deep wrinkles, and his voice was filled with sadness: "Time...I...my body, I...I...I don't know yet...time...where is there any time!"

"But...but..." Sanchez "But" for a long time, but could not come up with any words of comfort. He sighed deeply. Sanchez gently patted his brother's shoulder: "No matter what, don't move around... You lie down and sleep first, at least you can live a more comfortable life."

In the straw shed, Sanchez helped his brother lie in the pile of wheat straw. After a while, the latter gradually closed his eyes, stretched his frown again, and his breathing rhythm slowed down.

Waiting for his brother to fall asleep completely, Sanchez stood up and walked to his nephews, with a heavy expression on his face: "It's getting worse and worse..."

"Yes..." The eldest son of the cowherd, Baker, who injured his shoulder in a ox accident, could no longer lift his right arm. "Since he lived here, his father's condition has become worse and worse."

"Oh..." Sanchez sighed again.

"Uncle..." At this time, Green, the second son of the original cowherd, also limped over: "Will you help us?"

"Of course." Sanchez nodded without hesitation: "You are my nephews, and I will definitely help you."

"Can you...can..." Green hesitated, sucked for a long time, and finally said: "Can you...can you...get faster?"

"What did you say?" Hearing this, the eldest son of the cowherd immediately cut off his younger brother, "Are you blind? Can't you see the wheat that the uncle just sent?"

Without caring about scolding my younger brother, Baker hurriedly turned to his uncle: "Uncle, don't be angry, ignore this fool!"

"Uncle, I was wrong..." Green also quickly explained: "I definitely don't want to urge you, nor do I hate anything, but... it's just that my father really can't hold on!"

"Oh! I know, I know. Baker, don't blame Green, I know all these things..."

Sanchez didn't mind, but his tone became heavier: "But it's not a good opportunity now... After all, the summer service has not ended yet, and the oxen in the village has not been completely cured... Masters, I must still remember it very clearly now. After this time, when the autumn harvest is harvested, the sheep and chickens will be fatter. I will beg the steward to try to prevent you from going to the manor court. Even if it doesn't work, at least I will find a way to help you change a more relaxed job..."

"Thank you so much uncle!"

"Fortunately there is an uncle..."

Brothers Baker and Grimm quickly thanked him without any trouble.

Sanchez comforted her softly.

"No matter what, you will lose food and livestock again..."

After the period of gratitude and comfort passed, Green suddenly sighed and said, "Oh, if it weren't for the little bastard born to William, he wouldn't have had such trouble, let alone you spend such a big price..."

"Cough..." Baker next to him coughed gently.

"What can't be said about this!" Green said angrily: "It's it! We didn't make a mistake by intentionally! Stones fell on the mountain, the cattle went crazy, and the hillside collapsed. This is all accident! How can you only blame the cowherd for such a thing? Moreover, if these things happened to the ox, the men would definitely be angry, and they would definitely beat us up..."

"But..." Green became more and more excited: "But if the little bastard from William's family hadn't suddenly come out to treat cows, the men would have been locked up for only a few days and would have let us go out to take care of the cattle, at least... at least this would prevent the injured ox from becoming more serious!"

"Oh!" Baker, the eldest son of the original cowherd, sighed heavily, "What's the use of saying these now? We are no longer cowherds! Moreover, the Baron Master agreed, and even the new cowherds..."

"How could it be useless?" Green looked dissatisfied: "Although we were injured, our skills are still there! Now that the bastard who stole our house, it is impossible for him to take care of such a large herd! If something happens a while later, the master will think of us soon!"

"With two cowherds helping, and there are serfs to help, how could something happen?" Baker shook his head slowly.

"I heard..." Green suddenly lowered his voice, "These two days, the cowherds and serfs have not been in the livestock shed at night, so he went to pick honeycombs for the little bastard..."

"Old William's two sons live in the cattle shed now." Baker reminded his brother.

"Idra and Grace?" Green did not hide his contempt: "By their part, can they take care of several cows?"

Baker shook his head, disagreeing with his brother's opinion at all: "The William family has plowing oxen, and the two brothers have studied for so many days. If Xia Shi was busy or when something went wrong, they might not be able to serve him, but what trouble would they have when they went to bed at night?"

"If...I mean if..."

When he said this, Green's scrutiny eyes slowly crawled through the simple wooden door like a vigilant snake, the air-breathing wall, and the patchwork of supporting wood, as if these dead branches, wheat straw, and unplugged leaves were secretly hidden in the invisible ears of ordinary people.

After several times of his eyes, he made sure that no one else would listen, Green said in the lowest voice: "What if we make some trouble for them?"

"What?"

Kent, Sanchez's son, the young man who had been standing next to his father since entering the door and pursed his lips tightly, heard Green's words and finally couldn't help but scream: "How can this work?"

"Hey!" Sanchez turned his head in dissatisfaction, and Kent immediately closed his mouth again.

"Why can't it work?"

Green answered Kent's question according to his own understanding: "How many days have they learned from the two brothers? How much can the cowherd know about the work? Just throw the fire, or add something to the overnight grass... At that time, it's not okay to not be lively..."

"This..." Sanchez pondered and raised his head slightly.

After coming over for a long time, Sanchez shook his head slowly, "I don't think it's good."

As he said that, Sanchez's arm slowly pointed at Brown who was lying among the pile of wheat straws, Baker who could not lift his right arm, and Green who limped: "If you three are like this now, if you are discovered, you will definitely not have the chance to run. Even if no one finds it, it will be difficult for you to do these things."

"I know these, but...but..." Green looked at Sanchez with deep pleading: "I can't wait to see my father like this..."

"Ah..." Sanchez sighed deeply.

"Uncle, you are the only one to help us..." As he said this, Green's eyes began to turn red, and there were some squeaky sobs in his voice.

"Oh..." Sanchez sighed deeply.

Green, who had his head down, glanced slightly and saw Baker shook his head slightly.

"Uncle... don't worry..." After receiving the hint, Green immediately changed his strategy: "I...I don't want you to go to the master's livestock, you have never heard of this..."

"We definitely can't get close during the day... and if it's night, you'll see it..." Green moved a little hard, revealing his strangely twisted left calf. "It's going to take me like this for a long time before I can get to the cattle shed... plus the preparation time and the time to really make some messes out, so I'm definitely not going to be able to get back before that little bastard and cowherd helper come back."

"Oh..." Sanchez's answer was still a long sigh.

"At that time, can you help and keep them outside for a little longer?"

"What do you want me to do?" Sanchez finally asked.

"Honeycomb! Uncle, you live close to each other! Just knock on the honeycomb a few times or shake the wooden pole a few times!" Green's voice was urgent and fast, but he spoke very smoothly, obviously thinking about it for a long time in his mind: "Those honeycombs have just moved from the forest. If you just hit it a few times, you may not be able to get some problems. Then they will be busy."

"Um..." Sanchez nodded, neither saying good nor saying bad.

At this point, the dialogue seemed to form a subtle node. After Sanchez fell into silence, Green couldn't say anything else.

The quiet atmosphere lasted for more than ten seconds.

"So, just take care of Brown."

After saying that, Sanchez pulled the second son who had only said one sentence from beginning to end after entering the straw hut: "Let's go, let's go home."

Moving away the "door" of the straw hut, Sanchez led his son and had just walked a few steps behind him. Behind him, Green chased after him with Baker's support.

"Uncle, think about it carefully... Just knock on the honeycomb, give us more time and make some messes, so that the men know that the William family is simply unreliable!"

Sanchez didn't speak.

"You don't have to worry about anything at all. You are very clear about our brother's skills! As long as you have enough time, you will never leave any traces. It must be Los' fault!"

Sanchez didn't speak.

"At that time, my father and two of us brothers were injured. I just wanted to return to the lord's livestock shed and do the current work of the two foreigners... You have learned the skills of cowherds for so many years. Will the position of cowherds be someone else besides you?"

Sanchez didn't speak.

"Uncle, think about it..."

Sanchez didn't speak.

"Uncle, please, think about it carefully! It's really just a few knocks on the honeycomb..."

"Knocking the honeycomb..." Sanchez finally said leisurely: "It sounds like it's dangerous..."

"No, no, no..." Finally hearing Sanchez's answer, Green shook his head vigorously, "As long as you stand a little far, it will be fine! Uncle, although you are still very young, I secretly poked the honeycomb. As long as you stand far enough and the branches are long enough, the bees will go back after a while."

"What if I stand closer?"

"Then it's just for the little bastard born to the old bastard, let the damn Ross taste it."

Green's eyes were red when he said this.

Or the eyes shine.
Chapter completed!