"What can it do?" Old William pulled the corner of his mouth, "I haven't finished half of it yet, I don't know what to do... Alas..."

"You can only blame yourself!" Hort's voice raised a little, "William, I heard that you borrowed plow trucks everywhere last night, why didn't you come to me and Richard?"

"The road is too far... I can't see clearly at night..."

"Ha, the road is too far..." Hort laughed, but there was no smile on his face. He pointed to the plow cart raised by Grace and Jacqueline: "Richard, come and see, your family is so far away from my family, even further than the Tholds at the east end of the village!"

"Oh, okay, okay, stop talking..." Old William forced a wry smile, "Last night, I did walk through your and Richard's house, but how could I borrow your plow cart? I don't know the work of your two families? They both plough today, but they also cannot do without the plow cart... I lent it to me, what should you do with your own work? And... haven't I borrowed it?

"Borrowed...borrowed...hey, it's better not to borrow, so as not to trouble!"

Hort spitted hard, "It's great that no one borrowed a plow truck. As soon as the sky was dawn, Richard and I hurried to the land. It was so easy to plow. It happened to rain a little, and the mud and stones in the ground turned around. Before the bell started ringing, the three pieces of land were finished. I don't know what to do tomorrow..."

"What? Three parts of land?"

When William heard that Hort had finished two days of work in one day, he not only showed any envy, but instead opened his eyes wide and stared at Hort, his face full of unstoppable worry and horror.

As if he hadn't seen the face of old William, Hort had turned to Richard: "By the way... Richard, in fact, it's not good to do such a smooth job... I'm having a headache now. Today is a good time, but tomorrow, the cows at home will have to eat grass and not work, which is too unreasonable..."

Old Hot smiled silly, nodded, and said nothing.

"Ha, there's a way..." As if I had just remembered that there were other people around me, Hort looked at William again, "I heard that someone was unlucky to hurt the cow yesterday, but in the end I could only find half a piece of it in a day... It's so pitiful..."

He tsk twice, shook his head, and then Hort continued to speak: "...why... I'll hurry up sooner tomorrow, come to my and Richard's house, and take the cow out for a walk?"

"Ah?" Old William opened his mouth wide.

"It seems that I have an idea? I'm just going to make it?" Hort laughed twice, turned around and walked away: "...Remember to give enough grass, lose a little bit, cut the meat to compensate!"

"Hot...I...I..." Old William's voice began to intermittently.

Richard, who had not spoken, patted Old William on the shoulder: "...I will use my cow more tomorrow. The cow from Hort's family is used too quickly today, so remember to slow down."

"Richard...I...I..." Old William's voice began to tremble.

"Oh..." He patted Old William on the shoulder again, and Richard turned around and left.

At this time, William noticed that in such heavy rain, Hort and Richard were covered in mud. Moreover, compared with usual days, Old Hort bent lower and Richard coughed even harder. Both of them walked very slowly, and their feet were almost dragging directly on the ground.

After two days of work in a day, people are so tired. What would a ox with heavier work look like?

Such oxen, the most important livestock in the family, is a treasure that should have been extremely cherished, but it will still be lent to yourself tomorrow...

Suddenly, Old William's eyes blurred.

When I finally approached my wooden house, the rain had gradually become smaller.

Suddenly, he received completely unexpected help from Hort and Richard. Old William's steps became much lighter. He smiled from time to time while walking, and his mind was circling the arrangements for tomorrow's work.

Stepping into the wooden house, Old William's footsteps froze instantly, and the smile on his face disappeared, "Tomorrow", "work", and "arrangements" were even more invisible.

After a long time, Old William, whose mind was blank, rushed into the wooden house.

At the same time, Old William shouted heart-wrenchingly in the wooden house: "Stop!"

Outside the wooden door, the other three instantly stepped apart.

As they rushed into the wooden house quickly, the three of them immediately saw a shocking situation.

On the right side of the wooden house, a flame ignited in the mud, a pot was set up on it, and a large ball of turbid boiling water was boiled. The boiling water bubbled from time to time, rushing the surface with a layer of leaves, grass roots, mud blocks, etc., and other messy things swayed back and forth.

On the right side of the wooden house, Little Los held up a wooden bowl with his left hand, filled with turbid liquid, grabbed a small ball of crushed and wet grass stems with his right hand and was applying it to the cow.

The cow where everyone's eyes were gathering, was covered with colorful liquid, and the wound was covered with balls of grass seeds and leaves. The mud near the cow was covered with wet marks, and the air was filled with pungent smell.

"Loss! Are you crazy?" The sound of old William's roaring sounded from the wooden house.

"I……"

Little Loss' voice was completely overwhelmed by Old William's roar: "What the hell do you want!"

"When you were working, you said it rained, and you asked you to go to the tree. After staying under the tree, you said you wanted to go to the church. After staying at the church, you never came again. Isn't it okay to let you stay at home? What do you want to do?"

"I……"

"Are you going to let your brother and I drag the plow cart with our shoulders forever?"

"I……"

"Do you know what you're doing?"

"I...I know...I'm treating the cow..."

"Healing the wounds of the cow! Who told you that you can treat the wounds of the cows!"

"I...I...is...the pastor told me..."

"The pastor heals the cow! Pastor!... Pastor?... You say the pastor?"

William's voice involuntarily lowered. At this time, he rushed to the cow at the first time. Idra, who looked carefully, suddenly pulled the old William's robe hard. The voice could not hide his joy and surprise: "Father! Father! Come and see! The cow is not bleeding at all!"

"ah!"

Regardless of the seats and wooden shovels beside the door, Old William rushed over, knocked over several things in a row, and quickly came to the cow.

"Ah... I really don't bleed anymore... And... Look here, here! The lump has disappeared! Here is also getting better!"

Without further explanation, the family immediately approached the cow quickly, and a large area of ​​furniture fell to the ground in the wooden house, hitting the log and overturning the wooden bowl, and then there were noisy words of surprise, joy, excitement, excitement, and joy.

After a long time, he stroked the swelling part of the cow again, touched the wound that had stopped bleeding, and the old William, who was still disbelief, finally turned his head slowly and looked at the little Los who was still holding the wooden bowl and holding the broken grass next to him, and his voice trembled: "... Los... you... you... you... cow is so important... you... me..."

"Father, I know." Little Los smiled slightly, as if the roar and roar just now were all hallucinations.

For some reason, when seeing Little Loss' reaction, Old William's lips trembled even harder.

Fortunately, at this time, Idra also turned around, "Loss, is this what the priest taught you?"

"Yes, the morning and morning prayer was finished. I asked the pastor, and the pastor told me that he taught me."

"This..." Idra was surprised at the fire that was lit in the wooden house, the cauldron set up, and the traces of the cow's body: "You did so many things in the morning?"

"No... these are just made. I was looking for them outside in the morning..." Little Los pointed to the big pot: "It's hard to find these herbs..."

It's just hard to find, it's a miracle!

All the family's eyes looked at the big pot. Just look at the surface leaves, grass stems, and roots, and know how much energy it takes to collect these "herbs" intact.

It was raining heavily in the morning.

"Los..." Slowly, Old William walked over and slowly touched Little Los' head with his right hand, but suddenly paused, and finally fell gently on Little Los' shoulder: "My son, thank you for your hard work..."

Little Los/Wu Qingchen nodded gently.

Quite hard work.

Misunderstanding, guilt, and the most critical gratitude can greatly promote relationships and enhance family affection.

In order to place dozens of things inside the wooden house, chairs, dining tables, wooden shovels, wooden bowls, fires, iron pots, wooden baskets, etc., in an accurate position according to the training of the coaching team, forming certain psychological hints to the family, and ensuring physical safety and the best angle of avoidance, Wu Qingchen really took a lot of effort.

Quite hard work.
Chapter completed!