Every autumn, the village will transport the lord's castle from that year and the tax on rent and taxes. Dozens of villagers served in the village. From the villagers' fearful statement, Dean knew very clearly what kind of hardship and danger it would mean to complete a two-day journey in it.

Along the way, the sender who was willing to show good intentions carefully explained and placed these hardships and dangers more clearly in front of Dean.

"It's summer now, and it may rain at any time. It will soon be flooded by water, and there will be no time to run." He led Dean into a long circle, and the sender looked at the low point at the foot of the mountain with lingering fear.

"Come on, work harder, hurry up, be sure to climb over this mountain before the sun sets... This is the way out of the wild beasts and wolves. When it arrives in the evening, wolves and even bears will come out to hunt..." On a small rare flat road on the side of the mountain, the sender held Dean's shoulder and rushed forward quickly.

"Hold the rattan! Don't worry, pull it hard! It will never break... Starting from my father's father, every time we pass by here in summer, we will check these rattans and occasionally replant some..." The sender explained to Dean, who had already slid down the cliff while sprinkling seeds of a certain plant.

"Huh... I finally arrived... Let's spend the night here. Come on, pick some branches, I'll dig a hole... What are you doing? Put it down quickly! Yes, of course, you can't light a bonfire directly. Do you still remember the old stonemason? He was burned to death here." The sender quickly threw away the stone used to dig the pit and took off the flint that Dean was preparing to use.

"Get up, I'm going to go on the road... Now drink some water first, and eat dried fruit when the sun rises a little higher."

"Now, did you see it? Below is the poor Rock. Yes, they are those bones... Oh, poor Rock, broke his leg and could still call us when it fell down... But the cliff was too steep, and we couldn't find the way down after searching for most of the day... Finally... we should have starved to death. We can't blame us, even the beasts can't get down."

"This is the most dangerous place... But now it's okay. The danger is autumn. At that time, those damn thieves and the mice that usually hide will crawl out of their nests, hiding beside them with sticks and hatches. When the village is in charge of taxes, they will rush out, rob, and kill people... They seem to have not been here in the past few years, but who knows, maybe they will come out one day... These puppies will never die." When passing the canyon, the sender looked around carefully, and any slight movement would make him extremely alert.

Mountains, dense forests, wolves, bears, skeletons, mountain torrents, wildfires, thieves...

There are endless dangers hiking over the difficult journey. If it were Dean a few days ago, as long as he heard about half of them, he would definitely not be able to leave his village again.

However, with the analysis of my father, I understood the pastor’s request, enjoyed the envy of the villagers, and the obvious show of kindness and care from the sender.

No matter how exhausted this journey is, no matter how dangerous this journey is, Dean, the current cowherd helper and the future cattle craftsman, is always full of courage and desire.

After passing the last canyon, the road was much easier, and the sender also came down to tell Dean that this was already near Akerrie's village and that there would be no more dangerous situations.

When the sun rose to its highest point, Dean climbed over the last hill, and a large area of ​​slightly undulating plain appeared in front of him, and several winding currents cut the plain into pieces. Next to the largest water flow, there were a large area of ​​black fertile soil exposed by the lord commons that had been plowed and tilled, and wooden houses were dotted in sporadic spaces.

"Look, this is Akerry Village...we're here!"

When the sender said this, Dean saw a thick stream of black smoke suddenly emanating from another small hill not far away.

So, before Froland could reach the foot of the hill, two police officers resisting sharpened wooden spears and four strong villagers carrying thick wooden sticks appeared in front of him.

Dean was not panicked. Not to mention that the sender had taken care of this on the way. Even when he was in Froland Village, Dean had seen several similar precautions.

"Foreigner...*&!)..." The police officer standing in the distance and walked in front shouted loudly to the two of them.

Apart from guessing and silly feeling that he was shouting "outsider" at the beginning, Dean couldn't understand the following words, so he could only look at the sender beside him rolling up his tongue, use another accent awkwardly, and use various dancing postures to barely communicate with the same hard-working police officer.

Dean sighed softly, which was also an important reason why he was reluctant to come to help at the beginning.

Froland and Akerry villages are too far away.

Two days away, full of hardships and dangers, firmly separating the two villages into two almost completely unrelated worlds.

In the past century or even longer, except for the special roles of the masters riding horses and the village senders, other villagers in the two villages will almost never have the opportunity to contact each other.

For such a long time, like other foreigners who had passed by Froland's village, if a stranger stepped into a stranger's village without a letter delivery person, most of the fate would be that he would never be able to leave again.

Thinking about living in this strange village for several years, even though he had already gathered all his courage, Dean's heart was still fluctuating.

Fortunately, the pastor is kind and allows the sender to accompany him for three days. You must learn these three days quickly - at least you can guess how the small number of people in Akerry's village speak.

After a while, the police officer on the opposite side finally understood the meaning of the sender and turned around and ordered a villager to leave.

After the same time, even longer, Dean felt his feet numb, the villagers who had left before finally led another person over.

Dean noticed that the sender's expression suddenly relaxed a lot, "Pamela...￥#&*(……”

Pamela, the sender from Ekerli village - the face of this good luck sender who had just come over was full of unconcealed joy - Dean understood why the fast legs in his village were said to "dog stuff" so many times.

Pamela's addition greatly promoted the process of communication.

Not long after, Parame walked in front, the sender and Dean walked in the middle, two police officers carrying pointed spears, and four villagers carrying thick wooden sticks followed vigilantly, and the group quickly walked into the village.

The manager of the Akerli village was very busy. After hearing the message from Froland Village, the manager of the manager who was checking the farm tools in the village warehouse did not say a word, and waved his hand and sent the few people to the road.

The pastor of Akerry Village was a little idle. After reading the sheepskin scroll from Pastor Florent, Pastor Akerry raised his head and said a few words to Dean.

"Gant said you are the eldest son of a cowherd, and you have a good craftsmanship. You are a very well-educated free man. Please take care of you. I will take care of you-as long as Loss thinks you are the same as Gant said, you can stay and get a portion of wheat that belongs to the cowherd's helper."

After listening to the dual translation of Pamela and Quick Legs, Dean quickly bent down deeply and bowed to thank him.

The pastor raised his hand, and the merciful three men slowly stepped back and walked out of the church.

At this point, the series of processes for "outsiders" to enter the village were completely over.

At this point, the police officer and the villagers who were fighting against the stick finally left with their vigilance.

At this point, only Pamela was left beside the "outsider" - the guide of the two "outsider" and the intermediary when they were talking to the villagers of Akerli.

The next destination is the Lord's livestock shed.

On the way, Pamela rolled up her tongue and told the two: After the last time the ox was injured collectively, the damn original cowherd was injured, and the man also told him not to let those sinners approach the herd again.

Therefore, the herd of oxen in Akeli Village has not been taken care of by real cowherds these days, so they could only let the Los family lead more than a dozen serfs to work inside and outside. Fortunately, nothing went wrong. Now, the real cowherd helper has arrived, so naturally he has to go over and take a look.

He said "lucky" and "hurry", but Pamela's expression was relaxed and her steps were leisurely, not at all as if she was worried.

Pamela's strong confidence made the real cowherd Dean rarely doubt it.

"Quick Leg..." Taking advantage of the corner, Dean quietly lagged behind a few steps, approached the "Quick Leg" and asked in a low voice: "Have you heard that the Los family can take care of the cattle in addition to curing cattle?"

"No, I've never heard of it... probably not? Otherwise, why would someone from another countryman come to help?"

"I thought so too, but I didn't have a real cowherd to take care of me for several days. Pamela didn't seem to worry at all. Could it be that he was so relieved to Los's skill in caring for the cattle?"

"Who knows..." The sender couldn't make a judgment.

"I'll know later. The way to raise a cow is too different than raising a herd. I can tell at a glance!"

"Shh, keep your mouth shut!" The sender quickly grabbed Dean: "If you see it, you will see it. Don't say it out, do you know?"

"Of course! Of course! I know!" Dean nodded vigorously.

Before the sender reminded him, Dean had repeatedly warned himself not to easily point out Ross's fault just because he was a real cowherd family.

Dean even secretly decided that if the others in the village saw Los' mistakes, he must agree with Los's approach from the perspective of a professional cowherd, and then stayed quietly in the middle of the night, or came in the dark early in the morning to help Los make up for it and cover it up.

When I thought of this, the destination had already appeared in Dean's eyes.

The lord's livestock in Ekerry's village was very big, with more than ten cowsheds mooing and more than ten sheep sheds bleating. Among the remaining ten livestock, chickens, geese, and cows also sang happily.

When the two senders and Dean arrived, one of the bullpens was busy.

Pamela signaled the two to wait outside the cowshed, then walked into the cowshed and talked to the sturdy villagers standing in the middle of the cowshed.

The brawny villagers nodded repeatedly, but their eyes never left the cowshed.

In the corner of the cowshed, several serfs moved bundles of piles of forage to the open space outside the cowshed.

Behind them, the cowshed that had just been emptied, several other serfs waved their rakes and drove away all the thorns, weeds, and mice that had just lost their cover on their heads.

Chasing behind these uninvited villains, several serfs each held a pottery jar and sprinkled the ashes of unknown plants burned all over the ground.

After all this, the last few remaining serfs brought their oxen that had just washed them into the same new cowshed.

"This..." The sender who had never seen such a scene quietly asked Deen: "Is this a way to raise a cow or a herd of cows? There won't be any trouble, right?"

"This... I don't know... I haven't seen it either, but it shouldn't go wrong..." Dean certainly could not have seen the cleaning steps of the ultra-low-fit livestock shed from the earth. However, after taking care of the cattle for more than ten years, Dean could still see the benefits of these measures - at least, pulling out thorny weeds and driving away rat bugs will definitely make the plowing ox more comfortable.

More comfortable...

Suddenly, Dean's mind flashed: This is not a way to raise a cow, nor is it a way to raise a herd of cows... This seems to be... a way to cure cows!

That's right, that's it!

Dean turned his gaze to the cowshed beside him, which had not been able to be tidied up yet, and found that the oxen in the "new cowshed" in front of him was more energetic than the oxen in the "old cowshed" around him!

The washed oxen, the cleaned oxen shed, the ashes of unknown plants...the more energetic oxen!

Dean thought that he had worked hard and had difficulty, and he had to work hard for several years for the Loss family to gradually get involved in the secret of cattle curing.

No matter what, he never expected that on the first day he had just arrived at Akerri Village, he was allowed to watch the tricks for treating plowing oxen for the first time when he entered the livestock shed in Akerri Village.

"Come on, come on..." At this time, the conversation with the Zhuangshuo villagers ended. Pamela waved his hand and signaled the two to go over: "This is Idra/More, Los' brother. He has been here to take care of the oxen these days. Dean, you are a cowherd, and you happen to come to help drive the oxen... Well, hurry up and you'd better be with him, so that Dean won't understand the people here."

Hearing Pamela's words, Dean quickly nodded vigorously, and the "quick legs" next to him also shone with his eyes, and the nod was no less than Dean's.

So I continued to work.

When I moved to another bullpen, Idra directed, translated "Quick Legs" and executed Dean. When he walked into the bullpen, he stretched out his hand and easily pulled the four oxen out of the bullpen. This hand immediately made the serfs who had spent the hard work in the previous bullpens and bulged their eyes wide. Idra, who was watching, nodded.

Standing outside the cowshed, Dean clenched his fists and stared at the compact work in the cowshed: first move the grass, then remove weeds, then burn thorns, then drive bed bugs, and then fill in mouse holes...

After finishing a cowshed, then to the next cowshed, then to the next cowshed, Dean quickly took out the ox every time, then listened greedily to Idra's command, greedily remembered every step, and greedily looked at every move of the serfs...
Chapter completed!