Mogia also has spring

In the blink of an eye, the little boy who saw his father would only say "this is my father" had grown from the age that people liked most to the age that people liked the most.

Orlando was very troublesome and aggrieved, and what he couldn't understand was why other people's fathers disciplined their sons in such a dispensable way, but his own father was so harsh on himself.

Twenty laps, twenty-one laps, twenty-two laps...

Sweat grows from the roots of the hair and drip down the ends of the hair, soaking into the land behind Orlando. I don't know when Orlando started counting how long he could run along the village before his father could catch up with his laps every time he messed with his father. And he has begun to learn to calculate the rules from it, and every time he runs more than ten laps, his father will beat him much harder, but as long as he can run twenty laps, his father will most likely reduce the time and strength to beat him because he is too tired to run after him.

And today, Orlando felt like he was in great shape. The stone at the entrance of the village, the flag in the center of the village, the home, the cemetery behind the village, the wheat field. The stone at the entrance of the village, okay, has already come full circle.

Twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five...

Although the feeling of the air repeatedly filling his chest made Orlando feel as if two suns were burning on his chest, the excitement from his heart still made him jump with joy.

"It's a record breaker again... Orlando thought excitedly.

At this moment, the footsteps and shouting behind him suddenly stopped, and Orlando turned back in confusion, only to find that his father was panting with a wooden stick in his hand, and it seemed that he could not run.

Orlando stopped, and he suddenly felt empty in his heart, as if something was missing. Feeling that he had lost the reason to run, he stood a position not far from his father and turned to look at him.

Rist looked at Orlando who had stopped, and after taking a breath, he pinched his waist and laughed.

Orlando saw Rist's happy appearance, and walked over puzzled, in Orlando's impression, he had never seen Rist so happy since their father and son met.

Rist lifted the stick in his hand and hit Orlando on the ass.

Orlando was so dizzy that he got up from the ground and was about to run out again.

Rist shouted, "Orlando, don't run, I won't hit you." “

Hearing this, Orlando turned around suspiciously and walked towards Rist again. Although Rist is very himself, and he is "dozens, dozens of military sticks" at every turn, he is still willing to admit a little Orlando, that is, he is very good at talking.

Rist put down the stick in his hand and put his arm around Orlando's shoulder, although Orlando was a little reluctant, but after breaking free, he found that he couldn't break free, and he was left to him.

"I have a story to tell you, son. Rist said.

"Father, if I had the privilege of remembering the fact that I was almost fifteen years old, you should know that I was past the age to listen to my father's stories. Orlando grumbled.

Rist didn't speak, just glared at Orlando, and waited until he felt that Orlando's hairs stood on end, and then opened his mouth to continue the story.

It was a long time ago, maybe not so long. A farmer's son was plowing the field when he saw a group of men riding horses and carrying swords. One of the riders saw him and beckoned to him, but he came on horseback.

The farmer's son was very afraid, Abbasquia at that time was far from being as peaceful as it was decades later, maybe one carelessly, not only lost his own life, but more importantly, exposed the location of the tribe, not only himself, but also his own village.

Thinking of this, the farmer's son ran out to the opposite part of the village, for he was well acquainted with the terrain, so he chose the paths so that the men, though on horseback, could not catch up with him for a while.

The farmer's son was so frightened that he did not dare to stop and look back, even if the men called out to him. The farmer's son ran as hard as he could, he ran into the mountains, into the woods, and on the riverbank。。。。。

In the end, even the farmer didn't know where he had gone. He thought, far enough, that I can take a break, and he looked back.

One knight was looking at him with a smirk, while the other was advising the first knight not to take off his mask all the time.

The first knight spoke, "You're pretty good at running, young man." And the other knight said, "Hey, we've wasted half a day trying to catch this guy." ”

The farmer's son was frightened, but he mustered up the courage to speak, "I don't care who you are, just come if you want to do it!"

When the knight heard this, he immediately climbed down, drew his sword, and struck it at the farmer's son.

"Is he dead?" Orlando asked.

"No," Rist replied. The first knight drew his sword, but only patted the man on the shoulder. ”

"You're like a natural warrior, and you shouldn't just spend your life on a farmland. "Please, look at your legs, there is no one in the whole kingdom of Abbasquia who can run better than you." I still lack someone who can give me a deputy on the battlefield, so how about you do it?"

The farmer's son was stunned, he never thought that such a thing would happen to him.

The knight said to the farmer's son, jokingly, "You can't let a king waste an afternoon, can you?"

In this way, the farmer's son left the land where he was born and raised, and spent ten years traveling all the land of Abbasquia, and then married with the salary that the king had given him, gave his father a dignified funeral like a chieftain, and spent the remaining ten years following the king to defeat the old enemies of the Great Pruus, and finally disarmed and returned to the land, and became a nobleman.

And the king, who appreciated him, died on the way to the expedition.

"If I were the son of this farmer, I would not let the king die. Orlando said. "It's a bit of a bad story. ”

"Orlando, the story I just told you is my life. ”

Under Orlando's incredulous gaze, Rist smiled and said, "Son, you just ran past the best man in all of Abbasquia. ”

"I owe the king of Abbasquia a life, but I am old, don't forget what you just said, don't let the king die again. ”

Looking at Rist's gradually solemn eyes, Orlando suddenly felt that his legs were as heavy as lead. Later, Rist told him that this is called responsibility.

Every father and son are natural enemies, and they seem to be born enemies, and this hostile relationship can last for many years, until years later, when the boy becomes a man, and the man becomes a father's, and the father becomes a grandfather, and the grandfather becomes a tombstone, and a man is old enough to forgive another man for his absence in his own life.

And some children may not see this day anymore, for various reasons, their father may be as old as their grandfather, or older...

When encountering this situation, whether it is a child or a father, they will encounter this very embarrassing situation, and this is the difficulty faced by the old sergeant Saivia, touching his hair that has begun to turn gray, every time he sees this boy who is only five or six years old, Saivia will feel a headache from the bottom of his heart.

Fortunately, Sevia is born with the ability to solve any difficulty, and this ability can often solve most of the problems in Sevia's life.

That is to get himself drunk, and Sevia is crooked and half-lying in a chair. When he was in the army, Saivia was able to manage himself a lot of the time, but not long after leaving the army, Saivia had a tendency to relapse.

"One more drink! Saivia raised the wine glass in his hand and shouted, and a young waiter in the hotel took the wine glass that Savia had raised, ran to the bar where the wine was placed, and then scooped up a spoonful from the barrel containing the ale, and then raised the spoon for wine high, and poured the wine from the spoon into the wine glass.

This is the trick taught to him by the owner of the tavern, and the wine that is raised high will have a feeling that it looks like a lot, and the foam poured into the glass can just fill a whole glass of wine, which is perfect for these old drunkards who drink cheap wine.

"When I first retired, I still wanted to do well. Davis glared at the little boy with a pair of drunken hazy eyes and said, "You have to remember, your dad is a ~ knight." If someone dares to bully you, just tell me and I'll help you out. ”

Seeing Davis boasting to himself while playing a drinking gap, the little boy Conan felt a pang of disgust and disgust, and he skillfully dug out a few coins from Davis's pocket and ran out of the bar by himself.

After running out of the bar, Conan first cautiously looked left and right, and after making sure that he was not targeted after becoming famous this time, he sighed reassuringly, and then ran to a bakery in Abbasquia City, and bought two breads, one large and one small, the big one for his father, and the small one for himself, a total of only three copper piana coins, and the price was very fair.

When the shopkeeper saw that it was this Conan who had come to buy bread, he quietly cut the small bread, then squeezed some jam and sandwiched it in the bread and handed it to him.

Although Conan looked down on his father, he never lamented his life. Davis grew up in this town since he was a child, and he was familiar with every plant and tree, and although he also got a piece of fertile land and a village of people, he managed to sell this land to the youngest son of a big chieftain who did not get a share, in exchange for twenty piana gold coins and a document that could receive this amount of gold coins every year, and then managed to buy a small apartment in the town, and lived in this town.

That is, relying on this document of twenty gold coins a year, no matter how Davis "squandered", he could always at least have the money left for him and his son to eat.

In Abbasquia, being a decent citizen can still earn a lot of money, from a bricklayer, a street patrolman, or even a waiter in a tavern, a worker who transports and unloads goods on the docks, he can still earn a dozen to dozens of gold coins all year round, although these money have to be handed over to the town for a tax, and the royal family for a tax, but there are always a few imperial gold coins left in their hands, which is enough for the family to live.

But the sad thing is that there is not only a group of citizens in the town of Abbasquiya, but it can even be said that the citizens represent only one part of the common people in Abbasquia.

Conan took the bread out of the bakery and walked in the direction of his house, and when he crossed the main road of the town, everything was still clean and beautiful. Although the occupations of the citizens varied, it was evident that they were ruddy and in good spirits, even the two porters who walked bare-chested in the street looked unhurried, and the streets, although not yet red bricks and tiles, were also made of the most basic hardening, and there were canals for sewage on both sides of the streets, and the water from the river flowed out of the east side of the town, until it crossed the King's Road, bypassed the statue of the Red Lion Emperor, and finally joined the sea.

The basic sewerage system is essential for a city to maintain health, and the mayor of Abbasquia has undoubtedly done an excellent job of this.

After passing through the city's main thoroughfares, complex alleys form the capillaries of the city, and in the gaps between the dense buildings that are often walked by residents, some of the gaps that are often walked by residents gradually become alleys.

In these alleys, there are often some people lying in the streets, and they are likely to live in these alleys for the rest of their lives, lying in these stinking alleys every day during the day to maintain their strength, by the way to see if they can beg for some simple food, and at night, the patrolmen on the street after work, secretly breathe on the main road.

Some of these people are citizens who have lost their ability to work, some of them are citizens whose parents were citizens but have gradually fallen here because they have been unable to find a job for a long time, and some of them have sneaked in because they heard about the rich life here in the village near Abbasquia.

There are also a significant number of orphans in the city of Abbasquia, some of whom are children who were abandoned by their parents at birth, and some of whom have died while their parents were growing up.