Sleeping Akerry Village.

On a moonless night, it is pitch black everywhere, and only a few buildings in the middle of the village occasionally emit a few shimmers.

In the room made of stones on all sides, a few breezes suddenly came into the room. Immediately, on the low table made of stones, a few lit rushes began to sway gently, and the shadows that hit the stone wall also swayed.

"ah……"

On the left side of the stone table, the main body of a shadow, the village manager Everett quickly left his butt and stretched out his hands to protect the flames.

The flames stabilized again, and in the seats on the other three sides of the stone table, the faces of police officer Espier, farmer Varres, and pastor Playa became clear again.

This is the church, the room where the pastor lives.

At night, the four people gathered together, because the reason was that the oxen were injured in large numbers in the village, so the topic was naturally how to recover.

The small plate of rushes was filled with only a shallow layer of white ash, and the conversation between the four had just begun.

"... In general, thirty-six plowing oxen were injured in different locations, mostly bleeding, and they should not be able to work for more than ten days. Five plowing oxen were seriously injured. The situation is very difficult to say... It's about this... Lord Barres, Lord Playa, I'm done..."

"Yeah..." Barres nodded slightly, signaling Everett to sit down, and at the same time turned to the priest whose face became heavy: "Pastor Praia, this is the situation. Do you have anything to ask?"

"Oh, poor village, poor villagers... dominate omnipotence..." After chanting the holy word gently, Playa shook his head slightly.

"Ah... the master of omnipotence..." Barres sighed, "Now, things have happened, and there are many things to do next. Lord Pastor, what do you think?"

Sharply grasping the point between Bareth's words, Playa frowned: "Many things? What are you referring to?"

"Summer service, ploughing." Without any mood to go around, Bares's answer was quite straightforward and concise.

"Xia Massage, ploughing..." Playa's brows frowned deeper, and his heavy expression gradually changed to solemnity: "What do you mean..."

"This is not what I mean..." Barris pointed to the west: "The Baron's idea is that the summer service cannot be delayed, and the plowing must be stepped up."

"No." Playa immediately shook his head quickly, "Most of the oxen in the village were injured, and Xia Shi would definitely not be able to continue..."

"Why can't you continue?" Barres straightened his body, his eyes were bright and vivid: "The villagers were not injured, and the plow cart was not necessarily pulled by the ox."

"No." Praia shook her head without hesitation: "The villagers can't pull the plow trucks in the commons at all."

"You can use a small plow truck."

"The small plow truck is not good either. If you pull the plow truck by manpower, the villagers will get exhausted in two or three days."

"Pastor Praia, the villagers of Akerry's village are very strong. You underestimate your lambs too much..."

"No matter how strong it is, it is still a lamb. The lamb cannot work on behalf of the ox. Lord Barres, give up this idea, it must not work."

"Well, Lord Playa, it's a blessing for the villagers to have a priest like you..." Bares nodded, but there was not much disappointment on his face: "Maybe you are right, the plow cart should be dragged by the ox, and we should not go against the intention of making this thing..."

"Well, since that's the case, I just need the uninjured oxen in the village to temporarily leave their owners and concentrate them in the commons so that the frivolous villagers will continue to hurt them..."

"No!" Playa shook his head without hesitation again: "Now is the most important time in the whole summer, and the villagers' own land needs to be plowed. It is impossible to let the last healthy oxen in the village do only the work in the commons..."

"Of course I can only do the work in the commons!" Barres' voice raised a little: "Even if this is the case, I can't finish it!"

"That's right!" Playa's voice also raised: "Even if this is the case, it can't be done. If it is done, the remaining oxen will definitely be all finished! The oxen villagers will not hurt them at all, you will!"

"...You...you must be taken care of by the ox! Let the villagers go to their own fields to drag the plow truck. Maybe your lambs will surprise you when you do your own work..."

"Before I was surprised, the church will start to surprise you!"

"Well, okay, respected Pastor Praia, maybe we should all be calmer, our purpose is not to argue." Hearing the word "church", Barres stumbled slightly and gave in again: "So, Lord Pastor, the villagers can continue to use their own oxen, but they are absolutely not allowed to lend it to other villagers."

"this……"

Thinking about the consequences of hundreds of families in the entire village using the last ten oxen ox at the same time, after pondering for a while, Playa finally nodded slowly for the first time, but his tone was still quite hesitant: "...maybe..."

"The injured ox will never be allowed to use it privately until it is fully recovered!"

"This..." After pondering for a while, Playa nodded slowly again and hesitated to answer: "...maybe..."

"After the ox is restored, villagers must first complete all the summer labor within their portion before they can use the ox to do the farm work in their own portion..."

"This is impossible!" Praia's voice suddenly rose: "The ox was injured, and the ploughing of the villagers' own land had already been delayed. If they had to wait until they had done the farm work of the summer service to plough their own land, it would be almost impossible for the villagers to gain anything next year..."

"His Baron will compensate the church for tithe next year, and can even double the dedication..."

"This is not a matter of double dedication! There is no gain, and half of the villagers starve to death. Next year's tithe baron can make up for it. What about next year? Next year's next year's next year!"

"But……"

"No, but... don't mention anything but..."

Praia shook her head hard, her face full of uncontroversial expressions: "Master omnipotence... Lord Barres, give up your terrible thought. Even if you don't consider the tithes of the church, you don't worry about the anger of the church. You have to think about the summer mission next year, and the commons next year next year..."

"I know, you must have thought of buying slaves. The price of slaves is indeed cheap now, but what if there is no war next year? Or what if the slave resists? Dear Lord Barres, leave a little mercy and look through your heart. Maybe you can find a little mercy! What are the benefits for you and the baron when the villagers die?"

"Your Mightiness!"

Faced with such accusations, Bares's face quickly turned pale: "Grand of the Lord Playa, my dear nephew, you are of course kind. You just refused to let the villagers pull the plow trucks that they would pull several times every year, refused to concentrate the pitiful few healthy oxen, and refused to let the villagers complete all the summer service they took for granted... By the way, you were merciful and agreed to let the stupid villagers not use their damn injured oxen for the time being!"

"Leave a trace of mercy! Dear nephew! That's right! It may be no good for all the villagers to starve to death! ... But is it good for your uncle, aunt, cousin, and your Baron who has allowed you to obtain the current seat, or at least helped you to obtain the current seat, all starve to death in front of you?"

"You..." Pastor Praia's face flushed: "Anyway, is this my reason?"

"No, this is not your reason. What the Baron needs now is not the reason for the injury of the ox, but to solve the problem of the summer ploughing of the large number of injuries to the ox."

"It is impossible for villagers to complete the summer mission before starting their own land to plow their own land!"

"Is that so? Maybe we can..."

A new round of negotiations has begun...

In this way, next to the low table, a small part was soft and gentle, and most of the intense and annoying voices sounded from time to time.

The small fire in the center sways from time to time, and the ashes of the small plates of rushes are getting thicker and thicker. Time gradually passes, and secular interests and sacred interests continue to conflict, but the arrangements for the aftermath have never made much progress.

The topic of discussion, negotiation, or quarrel is inevitably shifted again and again, and is increasingly entangled in "the reasons why Your Excellency the Baron does not need it now", the root of all the changes, when the oxen in the village is injured in large numbers...

Next to His Excellency Barres and Pastor Praia, a timid voice suddenly came: "If the ox is injured, Pastor, will you cure it?"

Chapter 50 Secular and Holy (Part 2)

nonsense!

Praia, who was secretly thinking something was wrong, was about to scold her, but two figures stood up next to her.

"What did you say!" The farming officer breathed rapidly and looked very excited. Treating the plowing ox, which was directly related to the summer ploughing and harvesting in the coming year.

"What will be cured?" The manager was also breathing rapidly and looked very excited. Treating the plowing ox can be directly related to recovering the losses and eliminating the impact of huge changes in the village.

"I...I..."

The farming officials and officials stood up suddenly, their eyes shining. Next to the stone table, the little Andrei, who held the small can of stream water, couldn't help but take a few steps back, and his eyes were timidly turned to the pastor: "Teacher... have you taught Little Loss to treat cows..."

"Andre!" Playa suddenly raised his voice.

However, it was too late. The farmer Barres, the manager of the steward Iverett, and the police officer Espiel who had never spoken, had six firm inquiry eyes fixed on the priest's face.

The stone house suddenly became quiet. After a short while, the farming officer took the lead in breaking the silence: "Hissergeant Playa, my dear nephew, if I heard it correctly, your student seemed to mention treatment just now?"

Playa continued to remain silent, her face was gloomy and she quickly recalled the situation when Little Los asked her for advice that day.

How to answer?

Actually, I am just perfunctory? Little Loss is completely nonsense?

No, this will definitely not work...

After a long time, my mind circulated countless times. Playa finally sighed deeply: "Dear Uncle Vares, you heard it right, it's true that this is true..."

"It's not that I want to hide it. Yesterday, the ox at home was injured and bleeding profusely. A devout lamb came to the church, hoping to be saved by the master..."

"Uncle Varese, you also know that the church does have a cure for bleeding injuries...but the wounds of bleeding must be used. The village of Ekerli is remote and it is difficult to go to the parish church. The medicine for bleeding is also very expensive, even exceeding the value of the ox itself. It is definitely not affordable for poor villagers..."

"So that's it..." Barres showed a sudden expression and was soon confused: "In this case, what's going on with the treatment your student mentioned?"

"The Lord of the Lord is omnipotent..." Playa solemnly recited the Holy Word, and the glimmer of the rush shone on the priest's face, and a little bit of light was printed: "The merciful Lord will not abandon any lamb... Following the teachings, I taught the church the cure for bleeding to this poor lamb. At the same time, considering that this lamb does not have the ability to bear medicine, I also taught the lamb to find the right herb from the forest by itself..."

"so……"

After concentrating for a moment, after digesting Playa's words, the farming officer Barres frowned slightly: "Does the herbs in the forest...the herbs in the forest...have they work?"

No clergyman can answer such questions directly.

Gently stroked his shoulders and performed a sacrament. Playa whispered softly: "Mastering omnipotent..."

"Cough..." Realizing his mistake, Vares coughed and asked again: "Of course, it seems a bit difficult for the villagers to find herbs by themselves?"

"It's very difficult..." Playa sighed deeply: "His Excellency Vales, this is why I have never mentioned this to you."

"So..." The farmer's officer pondered again: "Then, has this lamb gone to search for it?"

You ask me, whom should I ask?

"Master omnipotent..." Playa whispered softly again: "The glory is everywhere..."

"I'll definitely go!"

Next to it, Little Andre's crisp voice sounded again: "In the afternoon, Loss carried a lot of leaves and grass roots through the church door!"

"oh?"

Under the glimmer of rush, the farmer's eyes narrowed slightly: "The herbs in the forest...has this lamb really found this...?"
To be continued...