The sender came very early.

Before the "brightest star in the sky" disappears, there is still time left to boil and dive twice.

Alves's family had already stood up and checked Dean's clothes that had been checked several times last night. Suddenly, there were bursts of noise after bursts of noise outside the door.

"Wow, is it true?" "Is there such a good thing?" "I'm lucky!" "Let's talk about it quickly..."

Alves pushed open the wooden door, and a large group of villagers carrying various farm tools formed a circle. People outside the circle were asking what had happened to the people inside. The voice of the sender came from the center of the circle:

"Of course it's true! Alas, Pamela is really lucky this time! Alas!"

"Who is Pamela?" As Alves walked over, he heard the firewood companion living on the edge of the forest pulling the fisherman in charge of the master's inquiry.

"It seems to be the sender from Ekerli Village..." When answering this sentence, the fisherman's face was full of envy and disbelief: "Well, stop asking me, listen to the sender..."

At this time, the sender who was surrounded by the circle looked up and saw the cowherd.

"Okay, okay..." As if seeing the savior, the sender jumped up suddenly, "Yalves is here, little Dean is here, we are leaving! We are going to leave soon, we have to go a long way! We are going to walk two days away, don't surround us! Let's go to Xia Shi, go, go quickly! Otherwise, the police officer will be in trouble again!"

At this time, the villagers who always stood up in the middle of the night, fearing that they would miss the time and be blamed by the master immediately dispersed without obedience.

Not only that, there were even several villagers next to him pulling the sender to beg: "Say it again..." "Yes, hurry up, say it again, let's tell us!"

"No, no, we are really leaving... Let me go... let go!...Okay, okay, the last time...Yalves, Dean, please wait a little longer..."

The sender who was surrounded by the letter could not get out of here, so he had no choice but to apologize to the cowherd first, and then stressed again to the surrounding villagers: "It's really the last time!"

"Okay, last time!" "Okay, okay, hurry up and say it."

"Two days ago, I went to send a message to the man again. When I was about to arrive at the Baron's castle, I saw Pamela. From a distance, I saw that this dog was very wrong and walked very slowly! I was afraid that this dog would hurt my leg, so I hurried over and take a look. As a result, when I walked to the side, I saw that this dog was carrying two bags, one big and one small! I was shocked, how dare this dog steal the master..."

"Tell me the following..." "No need to talk about this!" The villagers were not interested in what happened before.

"Well..." The sender who wished to leave early was good at doing good: "Pamela said that both bags were rewarded by the master and the Baron Master! This time he came to the castle to deliver the letter, and he saw it was not a servant or a farmer official. He actually met the Baron Master directly! The Baron Master personally asked him how the plowing oxen in Akerry Village was cured..."

"Wow!" The villagers, who had never seen the lord for a whole life, exclaimed all over the whole life, and even the ancestors had never seen each other.

"Pamela also said that when he saw the Baron Master, he was 'into that meal'. The basket on the left was piled with big and thick bread, and the bread was white, like the clouds in the sky! On the right was filled with a large glass of wine, and the cup was as big as a wooden barrel for water! In the corner of the house, a fat and oily lamb leg was roasted!"

"Wow!" The villagers exclaimed louder.

Standing next to him, Alves, who had just finished his first meal, felt that his saliva seemed to be flowing out soon.

"Pamela also said, kneeling on the stone slab of the castle, the master smiled at him after reading the letter... Listen, the master smiled at him!"

"Wow!" He actually got the smile of the Supreme Lord. The envious eyes of the villagers could make the small water in the pot boil into a dive!

"The master also asked him to stand up and talk!"

"Wow!"

"The master also asked how his own ox injury was cured!"

"Wow!"

"The master also threw the meat and bones he had just finished eating!"

"Wow!" "Wow!"

"I didn't throw it to the master's noble dog, nor to the noble servant next to me, to Pamela, to the sender of the Akerry Village! This dog thing!"

"Wow!" "Wow!" "Wow!" "Wow!"

Hearing this, Alves learned the origin of the noise outside the door just now.

"There are several slices of meat on that bone!"

"Wow!" It seemed that a series of exclamations made the villagers establish a tacit understanding, and the exclamations became neat and louder.

"After gnawing the meat, the noble servant taught him to break the bones and suck the marrow inside! This dog thing!"

"Wow!"

At this time, like most of the villagers around, Alves' saliva finally flowed out, and even more.

After all, most villagers have never eaten meat in their lives and have no idea what meat tastes.

And he, the rich cowherd in the Florent Village, had just one day in just one year when a goat fell down the mountain stream and could no longer provide cheese, so he let the cowherd's house eat meat again. The fat and greasy delicacy and the enjoyment of sucking bones and marrow have always made Alves miss it from last winter to this summer.

"In the end, the dog's name was about to leave after reporting the letter. When the farming official handed him back, he actually asked someone to take him to carry two packs of flour! The big package was given to Rose, and the small package was given to this dog's name!"

"Wow!"

The last scream echoed through the sky!

A packet of flour! A whole packet of flour!

For villagers who are struggling on the hunger line all day long, a whole bunch of flour, even a small bun, means that a family of five or six people will be full for half a month! That is just a little omnivore, and you can really eat enough to fill your stomach!

Moreover, if this small bun of flour is even more like one or even several lives in winter or some other difficult times!

These flours even come with a bag! This is the master’s bag! How great is the master’s bag. Even if it’s a small bag, make up some fabrics. When the children get married in the future, there will be an extremely decent outer robe in the box!

Such a good thing is actually just a reward received by the sender!

Even if you report a message, you can get an unimaginable reward. Will the person who is really treating the ox only get the bigger bag and the flour inside?

The villagers may not know how to write or have little knowledge, but they are definitely not stupid monkeys in the forest.

At this moment, Alves discovered that many villagers' eyes suddenly turned red, and they looked at themselves, especially their sons with extremely eager eyes.

"Little Dean, good!" This is a villager who is simply envious.

"Dion, you were born by my wife!" This is a villager who seems to be a little more simple than envy.

"Dien, help me well, you must find a way to steal... Well, you must find a way to find a skill for cattle treatment!" This was a villager who stopped at the cliff, and finally remembered the tragic consequences of stealing a stolen master in the village.

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"Okay, OK, stop making trouble... Don't pull it, the police officer will really cause trouble when he comes!" The sender struggled hard, and finally came to Dean's side. He quickly grabbed the arm of the cowherd's eldest son, and shouted to the cowherd's family: "Yalves, hey, Alves's wife and that little guy, come and help... Alves, push them away... Little guy, come and stop it... That woman, hey! That woman! Basket, throw the basket over!"

After a long war, the sender and the cowherd's eldest son finally broke through the siege and ran onto the path leading to the outside of the village.

When they were almost at the corner of the trail, Dean turned around. His father, mother, and his younger brother who were working with his parents to stop the villagers. As if they were in a close relationship, they turned their heads and looked over.

Three faces covered with mud and sweat were filled with deep concern and deep reluctance.

Holding the basket tightly, Dean rubbed his eyes hard, as if this would stop being sour.

After a while, Dean turned around suddenly, followed the letter sender who had never urged him, and followed the winding path and left this small village where he had lived for more than ten years.

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The sender was very enthusiastic. He had just left the village not far away. After confirming that there was absolutely no third person around, the sender pulled out a few cloth strips that had been prepared from his arms and wrapped around his and Dean's calves.

Then it took a long time to choose two branches with strange forks, and taught Dean how to use such a cane to test the place in front of him, and to drive away the snakes and insects in the bushes.

Deen knew that these two methods that would definitely help him relax, and the few places to pay attention to when traveling far away that the sender reminded him one after another, must be the unique craft passed down from generation to generation.

The scene that happened at the fork near the house in the morning made Dean understand the purpose of the sender to help him. Dean solemnly promised that he would never tell anyone else. When Dean made a serious promise, the sender seemed a little embarrassed, but did not stop him. He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and quietly made Dean make a guarantee.

When the sun finally rose, Dean climbed halfway up the mountain, and the village had already disappeared from the corners in front of him. At this time, behind him was the last piece of land where traces of human activities could be found vaguely. In front of him were dense forests and endless mountains.

The mountains are very peaceful. Apart from the breeze blowing through the leaves from time to time and the vague sound of birds coming from afar, there is no other movement. The whole world seems to be only left by itself and the sender walking in front of you.

In this way, carrying a small basket and with great longing, the eldest son of the cowherd from Froland gradually disappeared into the continuous mountains.
Chapter completed!