The village of Fesdena looked rather poor and bleak. Only some of the people in the village have the strength to work in the fields, and many of the fields are deserted. Most of the rest are yellow-skinned and unbearable, or have left their homes to beg. The animals had either not been fed for a long time, or had simply been eaten by the villagers, and some of the remains were left on the ground outside, their bones being eaten by wild beasts. On the dirt road in the village, the villagers sat at the door with blank expressions and weak limbs.

Witt squatted on the small mound six or seven meters high at the back of the village, overlooking the dilapidated village where he had lived for fourteen years, and his heart felt inexplicably sad. Although he said that he had been in a very poor situation since he was a child, he didn't know why he felt so much today. Perhaps it was the sight of the old father, who had to plough the field under the scorching sun with his own back because of the death of his cattle, in the hope that he would be able to get a little more food from the lord of Warisienboye at the end of the month and not starve me; Perhaps it was just when I saw my mother suffering the ravages of life like other women, her eyes were dull, and she sat at the door of her house like a log weaving sackcloth; Maybe it was because I saw a group of children with neat and orderly ribs exposed at the gate of the lord's fortress squatting on the ground and grabbing the leftover food that the nobles had eaten at the door last night, and from time to time they were shouting loudly and snatching the food; Maybe it's some other reason that you can't tell. Witt couldn't count it, and he didn't want to keep counting, for he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to think about falling off the mound.

Fesdena is a small subordinate village under the jurisdiction of Riwacheze, one of the four major cities of the Kingdom of Vecchia, located in the west of Riwacheze, in a beautiful green dense forest, so many farmers in the village rely on hunting to make ends meet. The village is bordered by a cliff to the south, and you can see the blue sea 30 kilometers along the cliff edge. Although it is close to the sea, there are not many villagers who make a living from fishing. Because the southern coast of the Kingdom of Vekia is a flooded place of pirates, mainly concentrated in the middle of the coastline, and pirates in the western part of the coastline are not frequent. Ten kilometres north of the village, you can reach the snow. Most of the kingdom of Vekia is located in snowy areas, and bandits are rampant in various places, and they are known as snow bandits.

Fesdena is a subordinate village of Živachełe, but it is different from the other two subordinate villages, Sharpster and Vizan. Vizan is right under the nose of Riwa Cheze, and the patrol team of Riwa Cheze can often patrol Vizan, so safety and security are naturally not a problem. Although Sharpster is far away from the Riwache, it is between the big city of Kudan and the Riwache, and it is usually a resting point between the caravan and the army, which is equivalent to half a post station, so it can also be within the protection of the caravan and the army. Fesd is different, it is located more than 100 kilometers west of Riwache, and the west of Fesd is a continuous snow-capped mountain, and I still don't know if there are people on the other side of the mountain. There were no other construction points in this area except Fesdena, and the cost of getting from the Riwagon to Fisdena was extremely high, and it was difficult for the nobility to protect and reach here. In other words, Fesdena's security depended on the local lords.

The lord of Fesdena is Varisi Enboye. Varisi Enpoye was the illegitimate son of the old lord and was not entitled to inherit his father's title. However, the old lord had physical defects in his life, leaving only an illegitimate son and a daughter, and had to pass the title to Varishenboye. Varish Enboye has been in controversy all his life, and nearly seventy percent of the nobles who participated in the evaluation had a dispute over him. His sister was a half-sister, and she had always been dissatisfied with his succession to her father's title, but she was a daughter herself, and the constraints of the church made it inconvenient for her to say much. The two uncles of Varisienpoye were already dissatisfied when the old lord inherited the title, not to mention that Varisienpoye was an illegitimate child. Moreover, Varichenboye was an illegitimate child, whose original surname was Snow, and he did not receive a formal aristocratic education since he was a child, so both uncles always insisted that Varichenboye had no right to inherit the title, and the family feud had not been interrupted since the succession.

The family struggle consumes the family's resources, and the villagers below suffer even more. The incumbent was immersed in the struggle for domination and had no interest in the governance of the village. The canals where the peasants farmed their fields had not been repaired since the death of the old lord, the heavens and the earth began to be barren, the wells began to dry up, the population was greatly lost, and the family taxes were reduced. To no avail, they had to intensify their efforts to impose taxes on other villagers. According to the announcement, if one of the ten people in the neighborhood is lost, the remaining nine people will need to pay an additional share tax for the lost one. Some neighbors even fled seven out of ten, and eight out of ten, which made the villagers who stayed behind also miserable, and in the end they had to fall into the net of thieves, and the grass fell into the grass, and in the end the suffering was the "good people" who stayed behind and did not dare to escape.

The level of people's livelihood in the village is declining day by day, the villagers are poor, the villagers can barely drink gruel to make up, and the rest of the tax revenue is handed over to the lord. In other words, it is to concentrate on doing great things and developing villages, but in fact, the military is abandoned and destroyed by internal strife. Over time, the aristocratic rulers did not seek truth from facts, and banditry was rampant, and the lords would only defend themselves within their own fortresses, and the villages would be troubled internally and externally, and the villagers would be in a desperate situation.

On the other hand, Warisienboye had a lot of money, and he and the nobles went out to knight and horseman, and the feasts were constant every night, and there were only a lot of delicacies. Most of them are thrown in front of the door, and there are poor sour children who pick up and eat. The aristocracy was greedy and ruthless, bullied the villagers, forcibly occupied the people's daughters, and married them in the Ming family, and they were shameless. The subordinates are noble lords when their terms expire, and the soldiers are superiors when their terms expire, and the soldiers forcibly occupy the land of the villagers. Enclosure and power in various places, bending down to compliment the lord in the open, fighting with each other in secret, fighting for territory, Warisi Enboye still kept his own one-third of an acre of land, hiding in the fortress all day long, but he didn't know that he was getting in danger day by day, and the title was difficult to protect.

Witt looked down at Festerna under his nose, not like the group of children in front of him who were grabbing leftovers in front of the fortress gate, forgetting the "coo" song of his belly, thinking about the people around him, the things around him, the things around him, the things around him, the parents were illiterate, like machines who only knew how to work to feed their families. Witt himself was illiterate, and no one inspired him, told him right and wrong, told him what the values were. He can only vaguely feel what he should do and what he shouldn't do, as if crossing a river by feeling a stone and thinking about the meaning of his life.

"Wit! Wit! Yu Chan shouted to his son to eat but did not respond, and after shouting again, Witt relieved himself and trotted in the direction of home.

Witt took the notched earthen tray in his mother's hand, looked at the moldy dry bread that had been in it for a long time, and thought: Why should I live? What's the point?