When Sanchez talked to the Baker brothers who were chasing out the door again, he stood beside him, his son, Kent's expression was very uneasy.

Finally, when Baker and Green finished their chatter, Sanchez helped them back to the straw shed with concern.

The "door" of the straw shed was closed again, blocking Baker and Green's longing, hope, and begging eyes. Kent immediately grabbed Sanchez's arm: "Father, these things..."

"Shh!" Sanchez broke away from his son and covered his mouth with force.

Maintaining this position, Sanchez dragged Kent along the way, quickly walked dozens of steps, walked around a large bush, and then let go of his arm.

"Father! These things..."

"Shh! Don't talk for now..." Sanchez raised one hand, stopped his son's words, then turned around, quietly poked his head out of the bushes, and looked in the direction of the straw shed.

After a long time, there was no movement there, Sanchez felt relieved and pulled his son forward and rushed forward: "Okay, come with me now, and you can say anything."

Kent finally vomited out after holding it in twice: "Father, we can't do these things! We must not do them!"

"What are you panic? I didn't agree to them go to the cattle shed to set fire." Sanchez shook his head slightly.

"Don't set fire?"

Even for the 21st century Earth, arson is a great crime.

In the Middle Ages where the development of civilization is even more backward, arson will never be stingy with their strict eyes and cruel means to find the truth that may be hidden if there is a little suspiciousness.

There is no doubt that the Browns are the most likely to be listed as a key suspect.

At the same time, Kent is quite unpopular with Baker and Green's ability to keep secrets. Maybe the stick has been confessed before the two brothers have fallen on them.

Kent shuddered and said, "Father, even if you are wielding on the forage, you can't do it!"

By the same token, such an important labor force as a plowing ox, will affect the hearts of the entire Akerli village when something happens, and will definitely attract the attention of the men.

This is how to set fire, how to deal with the forage, and other ways to make trouble are the same.

The key is not the method. As long as it involves plowing oxen, no hidden tricks can be foolproof, and it is very likely that the men will be targeted!

"No, no!" The more I thought about this, the more anxious Kent became. He tried to persuade his father in a hurry, "No way can be used! This...this...this is simply..."

"This is simply not wanting to live a good life, hurry up..."

As he said that, Sanchez pointed his hand in the direction of the straw hut behind him: "Come here to live with them like this! Isn't it?"

"Yes! Yes!" Kent nodded quickly: "So you know everything, Father!"

"I certainly know such an obvious truth." Sanchez replied with a wry smile: "Baker and Green, alas..."

"They are so crazy!"

"It's not crazy. I just think too much about myself and too little about others... Kent..." Sanchez shook his head heavily: "Actually, before coming here tonight, I thought that they might ask me to help...but I didn't expect that they would ask me to help!"

"Father, ask me to say..." Kent said hatefully: "Actually we shouldn't come here at all!"

"Oh!" Sanchez sighed deeply - this night was about the night that Sanchez sighed the most in his first half of his life - he looked at his son deeply: "Kent, you are still too young, and you can do many things, just like not to do it."

"Why?"

Kent really couldn't figure it out, but he just didn't come to this broken straw hut. This was not the master's order. Why did he have to do such a small thing without wanting to do it?

How should I explain to my son?

Sanchez looked at his son deeply.

Being a human being is difficult!

As the younger brother of the previous cowherd, Sanchez was naturally in a suspicious place. As long as it was related to Brown/Rodriguez or Los/More, or any person or thing involved in the position of cowherd, Sanchez made a much more difficult decision than other villagers.

Hurry up and show your kindness to the old William's family, as it is easy to be suspected of being ulterior motives...

Hurry up and draw a line with Brown's family. It is easy to be considered mean and ruthless - that's fine - it may also be interpreted as a hero cutting off his arm and lying on firewood and tasting his gall...

If you don't say a word, you can understand it as ulterior motives...

If you explain it everywhere, you will be considered guilty and timid...

Just say complaints, and you will be even more impatient to live!

"well……"

Listening to his father explaining the reasons for the twists and turns, Kent gradually understood the feeling of grievance. As his father sighed deeply, Kent suddenly realized a certain point: "By the way, father... since you said it's all troublesome to come or not, why are we here now? Is there no trouble anymore?"

"No, it's not that there is no trouble..." Sanchez shook his head heavily: "It's to avoid bigger trouble!"

"What?" The blood on Kent's face instantly decreased a little.

"Oh, it's not Baker and Green!" Sanchez walked forward and pointed in a direction in the village: "Do you think the two brothers only looked for us? Don't you remember what you, Uncle Brown said just now? In addition to us, Baker and Green probably also found a lot of people! At least, Brown's old neighbor, Wright must have come!"

"What?" Kent widened his eyes: "Green wouldn't have told Uncle Wright about setting fires, right?"

"Who knows?" Sanchez said in a very helpless tone: "But even if I didn't say it, it wouldn't be much better! In the afternoon, I saw Wright on the side of Sankes... I was about to say hello, but he didn't expect him to turn around and leave immediately - this old guy must have known something, for fear that I would discuss something with him!"

"Ah!" Hearing this, Kent's face, which had already lost a little blood, instantly turned pale!

"What's wrong? Kent!" Sanchez asked quickly.

"Today...today...to morning..."

On the ground, a falling branch knocked the stone beside it, making a sound of "dangdang..." because Kent, who had stopped in an instant, was shaking violently when he was stomping on it.

This morning, the sun was not too high. Kent just finished his work from one place to another. When he passed a bridge, Kent saw Mario, another old neighbor of Uncle Brown, Carter's son. When he was about to say hello, Mario actually rolled and slid down the slope quickly, running along the stream without any shadows.

Thinking about it now, Mario's performance is obviously worried that others will see him meet him! - He couldn't even wait to turn around and escape, so he quickly dived into the ditch hidden on the bank of the stream, doing his best to ensure that when something happens in the future, his family will not be involved.

"God! Carter knows it too! He also told his son!"

After listening to the situation described by Kent, Sanchez was so angry that he kicked several stones and branches hard, "These two bastards, these bastards! They are so random! They are really not brainy!"

"Green, and Brother Baker, they weren't like this before! How could they do such a stupid thing!"

Even Kent understands the truth that people talk too much, and he really can't figure out the performance of these two cousins.

"Oh, it's my fault...and Wright and Carter, I can't escape..."

Sanchez said helplessly: "At the beginning, when I was helping with the straw huts, and when I was delivering food a while ago, your uncle and your two cousins ​​would always ask the cows in the village, and the new cowherd of Los... Alas, in order to await their hearts, we may have said a little more, praised their skills a little more, and said Los' skills a little worse. Who knew they remembered it! They were obsessed with it! They thought of a way to set fire and tamper with the grass!"

"What should I do now?"

Turning around anxiously, after several deep breaths, Kent suddenly stood still, and was about to say something, but hesitated: "Or...or..."

"explain!"

"Or...father, let's go find...the manager!"

"What!" As if he didn't recognize him, Sanchez looked at his son in extreme surprise: "Kent, why do you think so?"

"I...I..." Kent lowered his head in shame.

Yes! How can I think this way?

In any case, Brown is his uncle, the closest bloodline besides his family...

In any case, Baker and Green are his cousin. How many happy time did he spend with him when he was a child...

"I'm sorry, father." Kent's voice was filled with confession.

"It's good that you know! Did you tell you just in vain?"

Sanchez said with a grudge: "Can we report such a thing? Are we suitable to report such a thing? What if the lord or the pastor thinks we are trying to avoid Brown and the others making real mistakes? What if the old Williams family and Loss think we are deliberately helping Brown and the others leave a way out?"

"Why are you so stupid?" When she said angry, Sanchez slapped her son's head a few times: "Since so many people know, do you still have to worry about no one reporting it? Do you still have to worry about no one willing to flatter Ross?"

"You know, this is the cowherd now and the master of the future!" Sanchez's words were filled with deep envy: "Oh, if it weren't for the inconvenience, I would have wanted to wait at the door of the Loss house!"

"That uncle and the others..."

"Hmph! Brown! Brown! If my father hadn't been partial to him... If I were asked to be a cowherd, how could it have caused so many troubles?" Sanchez said more and more angry: "Hmph! If I were asked to be a cowherd, I would have taken good care of such a smart child as Loss. I would have been flattered long ago. How could the skills of cow-treating skills fall into the hands of foreigners!"

"Then...father, what should we do now?"

"Let's go, come with me..." Sanchez walked up to the front again: "Go to the master's livestock..."

"Ah? What are you doing there?"

"Do you still have to think about it?" Sanchez's legs were moving quickly: "Although someone would definitely go to report it to the man, what if someone had a broken brain? If someone really set a fire or tampered with the forage, wouldn't we be in trouble?"

"Oh..." Kent suddenly realized, and then thought of another place: "Father, there are honeycombs! What if someone with a broken brain dares to go to the livestock shed but breaks the honeycombs?"

"This is also very important. This is the work that Los did for the pastor..." Sanchez's steps suddenly stopped, "Yes, son, you are right. I'll bring you here tonight, and it finally comes to some use."

"This is what..." After thinking for a few seconds, Sanchez made a decision: "I'll keep an eye on the livestock shed, you'll keep a look at the honeycomb!"

"Okay! I'll go right away..." Kent nodded vigorously, turned around, and prepared to walk towards his wooden house, which is also the direction of the honeycomb.

"You must look carefully!" He grabbed his son and Sanchez solemnly explained: "Call your two brothers and your mother, take turns to keep an eye on it, and you must keep a good guard on the honeycomb!"

"Ah, is the whole family taking turns to guard it? How long does it take to guard it?"

"Huh? Do you still need to ask this?" Sanchez looked at his son strangely: "Of course it was the whole night! Didn't Green say that? Loss made the honeycomb and would lead the helpers and serfs back to the cattle shed... Then I can come back and watch the honeycomb together... In short, before no one reported it, we must take good care of the honeycomb and must not give Loss a chance to get angry!"

"What if no one will report it tomorrow?"

"Then let's stay until tomorrow's night!" Sanchez's tone was decisive.
Chapter completed!