"Okay OK, Jeff, needless to say..." Alta didn't explain when criticized by the neighbors, but just smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's me wrong... You go there quickly, early prayer will start soon, the church is still far away... Go and stabilize the wooden bridge..."

"What do you want me to help? You're not alone?"

He said this, but Jeff quickly pulled his trouser legs, stepped on two logs, supported his hands, staggered across the stream, and jumped to the other side.

As soon as he landed, Jeff immediately bent down, pressed down on the two logs, and tried hard with Alta who had already prepared. The wooden bridge that had been shaking slightly immediately stopped steadily.

"Okay..." Jeff looked up across the stream, "Master, you can come here... Slow down... Be careful when you go up the bridge. It rained a little in the morning, and the wood was a little slippery... Don't be anxious when you walk. You may shake if you walk faster... By the way... you should take a smaller step, don't look down, look a little bit ahead... And..."

besides?

He had already walked to the wooden bridge, and heard Jeff's series of instructions and the concern and tension revealed in these reminders. The pastor couldn't help but stop, rub his eyes, and couldn't help but look at the stream that had been around at least a hundred times, and looked up and down, left and right for a long time.

That's right, remember right?

The wooden bridge is still not long, only a dozen steps short;

The wooden bridge is still not high, and at most one person is only high from the water surface;

The heavy rain has passed for several days, and the stream below has been calm and there is no hurry at all...

...Apart from changing a few pieces of wood, the rest of the world is still the same, and it has not quietly turned into a cliff, nor has it suddenly magma poisonous water emerged...

But...why do I just think something is wrong...

Thinking of this, Playa couldn't help but start to nervous, cautiously, and even stepped on the logs with some fear, stopping step by step, and moving slowly with concentration. After a long and long time, Playa finally walked through the wooden bridge that was only a dozen steps.

Finally stepped onto the mud, and fine beads of sweat appeared on Praia's forehead and her legs became a little weak. She grabbed Jeff's arm and before she could stand firm, Praia could not wait to ask: "Are these woods narrower than the original one?"

"No, the wooden bridge was trampled by a cow last time, so I chose thicker wood this time."

"There is something wrong with the wood I just cut down? Is something easy to get into?"

"How could it be... the wood that builds bridges in the village are like this?"

"So...a lot of gravel piled under the bridge?"

"No way? Didn't the stones all rushed to the shallows? It's very flat here, can't be kept, right?

That's right!

Playa looked back and looked up and down, left and right again...

Nothing is wrong! There is no danger at all!

But why is this bridge so scary? No, it’s not this bridge that scares people, it’s not Jeff scary, it’s not Jeff scary, it’s not Jeff scary, it’s not…

It makes no sense!

Playa's head began to turn rapidly.

When he passed the land, Cleo, Adcock and Hansel's family, more than a dozen people were dedicated to listening to the teachings and reciting the holy words; when he passed the slope, Alta rushed over and supported himself with all his might and escorted him all the way. Playa actually felt something was wrong with these people's attentive concerns, but it was still barely understood. At least Little Loss treated these people's plowing ox, and these people also hoped Little Loss would take care of them a few more times...

But Jeff in front of him...

Praia thought carefully and thought, yes, this guy is indeed a bachelor... No brothers, no friends, and even neighbors don't deal with it. More importantly, this guy doesn't have oxen at all!

Could it be that this is not because of the oxen? Or, not entirely because of the oxen?

Vaguely, the deepest part of Playa's heart quietly felt a little confused...

Now Playa is no longer a teenager who has just arrived in Akerri's village. She has been dealing with this group of stubborn, ignorant, selfish and not lacking in cunning villagers for three years. Playa can feel that along the way, Cleo, Adcock, Hansel's serious concentration, Alta's care, and Jeff's anxious concern are not something that can be pretended out of the mentality of gaining some benefits...

However, Praia couldn't clarify these vague thoughts for a while, and she didn't know how to verify them from the farmer. Just as she thought of this, the priest noticed from the corner of her eyes that Alta had stood beside him and looked at him with Jeff who had already stood up.

"Master..." When the priest came to his senses, Alta reminded carefully: "Pray early...it's about to start..."

"What!" Looking at the sky quickly, Playa quickly took steps: "Oh... it's too late..."

Just as he took a few steps, he heard two footsteps, Playa turned around, behind him, Alta and Jeff followed each other, and the priest waved his hand quickly: "What are you doing?"

"Master, I'll go back and check out the peas in the field..." "I'll borrow the ox from my uncle's house..."

"What nonsense, Alta, go find your uncle to go to the hillside... And, Jeff, when you harvest the peas at your door, there was no accident in the oxen in the village...

"Okay, okay..." Before the two of them answered, Praia waved her hand again: "Just send it here, I will go back to the church myself... The road ahead is easy to walk, you can do your own work... Go, go, go, go and do it quickly..."

"this……"

After a glance at each other, Jeff and Alta slowly stopped.

"Jeff, your house is right in front... Is it easy to walk in front?"

"The road is easy to walk...but the master walks so fast... I'm worried..."

"It should be fine, right? Otherwise...we'll go there again?"

"This...isn't that good... the master said we were going to do it ourselves... we went there now... if we make the master angry..."

When talking about this, Jeff and Alta's voices were very low, but, for some reason the breeze was rolled up in the morning or because the surroundings were too quiet, the conversation between the two neighbors was always clearly heard into the clergy's ears.

When he heard that Jeff and Alta were treating themselves as weak straws and planned to continue escorting them, the priest hurriedly walked faster.

The next moment, Alta's answer continued to pass clearly.

"Nonsense, why would the master be angry? So many oxen in the village were injured, are the master angry? Los asked the master to teach such a precious method of curing cattle, are the master angry? Everyone did not do the summer service well, are the master angry? A good person like the master...will we get angry because we chased him!"

A good person like the master!

Playa paused slightly, and the vague feeling in her heart became clearer, but after thinking about it carefully, she had no idea.

This is normal. Playa, who barely belongs to the aristocratic class, is not talented, not persevering and hardworking, and not decisive in killing. Such an ordinary trainee priest, has the same vision, knowledge, and experience as most of the indigenous people in the medieval world, limited to the times and ends in the ordinary.

Over the past three days, I was immersed in obtaining a practical and effective method of curing cattle. My status in the family rose and I became more confident that I became a real priest. Playa was always excited and excited. I didn't go out at all. I didn't have time to think of teaching Little Loss methods and instructing Little Loss to cure cattle and save the entire village. In the eyes of the villagers, Playa, the "master", had long been more of a "good person".

Playa could only vaguely feel that the villagers listened to their teachings, Alta supported him, and when Jack came to remind him, all this was unusual and a little strange.

But I never expected that even a few days ago, whether I or other "masters" were talking nonsense, and when I fell down and fell off the wooden bridge, the villagers next to me would definitely try their best to hide without a trace.

It’s not that the villagers really hate the “master”, but the tragic life of generations tells the villagers that no matter when the “master” is in a happy mood or when the “master” is about to be in trouble, the villagers who appear in the “master”’s sight are mostly the first choice for happiness or venting their anger.
Chapter completed!