You will be able to see up close and even get involved in some of the healing tips of the cattle......

Dean had never cherished his time so much that he was even eager to keep his eyelids from throbbing, lest he miss a single detail.

In this way, before you know it, only the last few of the cowsheds that have not been cleaned are left.

Slowly walking into another cowshed, Dean led the ploughing ox by the hand, and the speed of Dean's arm slowed down a little more than he had been at the beginning; At the same time, no one noticed that as he led the ploughing cattle out of the barn, Dean's pace quietly slowed down.

By painstakingly scraping out the extra time, and between the two barns being cleared by the serfs, Dean did his best to recall the details of the previous one, and then immediately compared them with the next one: move the grass first, yes. Weeding again, yes. Burn the thorns again, that's right. Catch bed bugs, that's right. Fill in the rat hole, yes......

Looking at the steps of the serfs working in front of him, methodically checking and verifying the details he remembered one by one, and gradually coming to an end, Dean not only did not welcome it, but hesitated:

Is it really something that can be remembered for such a small time? Even if you remember it now, can you still remember it that night? Remember tomorrow?

Even if you remember it at night, you remember it tomorrow, but what about a month from now? And in a few months? And even a few years from now?

Asking a helper, who is not even an apprentice, to participate in the secret teaching of the art of cattle control, could it be that Idra was confused for a moment and did not understand its importance?

Could it be that Loes didn't have time to mention it and inadvertently divulged the secret?

Will I be caught stealing tonight, and then beaten up by the Los family, driven out of the village, and never have the chance to touch the art of cattle again?

No, no, now is not the time to think about that!

Even if he is severely beaten, even if he never has the opportunity to come into contact with the craft of cattle management in the future, just what he has seen and learned with his own eyes at this moment, and the tricks that can make the ploughing cattle with heavy summer labor burdens refresh and full of energy, are already worth the hard time of staying in the village of Akri for several years!

"Yike...... It's done so quickly......" A slightly familiar voice suddenly came from beside him.

Dean jerked his head, and at some point, Pamela stood beside him.

Hasn't the messenger of this village of Akri been helping Idra inside?

Dean's doubts blurted out, "You...... How did you get out? When did you come out? ”

"I'm out a long time ago...... I called you when I came out......" Pamela squeezed her eyes, pointed to the cowshed and smiled: "However, I called you several times, and you didn't seem to hear it, just remember to stare hard inside!" ”

"What! It's not ......" Dean's face instantly turned red: "...... I didn't! I didn't peek...... No...... No...... I mean! I didn't mean to come over and take a peek! ”

"Okay, okay...... You didn't mean to peek at ......" Pamela patted Dean on the shoulder to make the latter not so excited: "No, this is the messenger of Ou Rui Village, and he is also a pair of fast legs...... This is Elmore/Ghent, the little cowherd of Ori, my fellow helper I just picked you up from the entrance of the village! ”

Dean, who was weak in his heart, realized that there were two other people standing next to Pamela.

This can't be blamed on Dean's lack of eyes, these two people are too lacking in existence.

From the time they approached the cowshed, the two men could no longer see Dean in front of them, could not smell the stench of the cowshed, and could not hear the conversation between Dean and Pamela.

All the minds of these two people have been immersed in the cowshed that has entered the end of the cleaning in front of them, and all the attention of these two people is all on the new cowshed, and in the cowshed, the few ploughing cattle that have been washed and cleaned are full of energy.

Dean immediately understood that Pamela had not lied to herself, and that she was probably in this fascination when the lucky Aclee messenger passed by him.

The messenger and the cowherd's helper from two different villages looked at each other with reluctance, and the last cowshed was cleaned.

Idra shouted and shouted for a long time, and at last he could breathe a sigh of relief, and as he grabbed the wooden bowl beside him to drink, he asked Pamela to tell Dean and Elmo that they should lead the serfs to clean up the grass that was lying outside.

This is what Dean and Elmo are good at, and the two cowherd helpers are energetic, sorting the turned grass into categories, and leading the serfs to re-pack and pile them according to their freshness.

Halfway through the work, another group walked over to the barn and greeted Idra and the others, who were resting in the barn.

"Father ......", "William ......", "Jacqueline......", "Grace......", "Pamela......", "...... Loos"

Hearing the last name, Dean and Elmo, who were busy sorting out the grass, quickly raised their heads.

"Ah, sir!"

The next moment, the two cowherd helpers who had just raised their heads hurriedly took off their hats, bowed their heads deeply, and stared at their toes.

"Haha......" There was a chuckle around him, and Pamela's voice was the loudest, and after laughing, she said loudly: "Raise your head, this is Loos, the 'master' you specially climbed the mountain road for a few days to come and help!" ”

The laughter of the people around him, Pamela's introduction, did not seem to be teasing, Dean slowly raised his head and peeked at Los in front of him.

The real cowherd in front of him, the real cowherd for whom they were about to help, was neatly groomed, with a hood, a robe, wooden shoes, every piece of clothing neatly packed, so clean and so neat that it was easy to ignore the old clothes and layers of patches on his body at first glance, leaving only a memorable decent impression.

As his father had learned from the priest, Los was only thirteen or fourteen years old, at an embarrassing age in his life when he ate the most, hungered the fastest, and did the least work.

When he was in Floran's village, Dean saw a lot of poor children of this age, who always looked miserable as if they had never had enough to eat, and whose faces always looked yellow or even pale.

But the los in front of him was completely different, his cheeks were rosy, his forehead was shining, and his skin was radiant with a healthy glow, as if he could eat hearty food every day!

Loth wasn't very tall—the only thing he had in common with the poor creatures Dean remembered—but the modest body was actually quite sturdy, and its less fitting robe snuggled against Loth's body, revealing the bulging muscular outline underneath.

Most striking of all, in the midst of a large crowd of villagers who were hunched over, hunched, tilted their heads and legs, or restrained, the decent, ruddy, healthy, and athletic Loos, who had always been straight, (which made him look taller than he actually was), and whose fierce gaze had always caught several strangers from the village.