"Norman, Norman......"

A voice kept calling in his ears, and Norman's consciousness gradually came to his senses.

Under the constant call of this voice, Norman finally opened his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, Norman's eyes were met by the faint light of the fire, and a familiar face was met.

It's a man.

The word "years like a knife" is clearly reflected in this man's body, his face is full of knife marks carved by the years, meandering, deep as a cracked earth, and his skin has completely lost its elasticity due to years of sun and rain, like an orange peel that has been dried and coated with a layer of oil.

His eyes were as inactive as his skin, dull, and he had been squeezed the last bit of brilliance from his difficult life.

This is......

"Dad. ”

Norman subconsciously shouted the term out of his mouth.

The man in front of him was none other than his father, Norman Sr.

Seeing that his son had finally woken up, old Norman straightened up, turned around, and walked aside, bending down to move things, and said, "Get up quickly, you have to snatch two pieces of land today, if you can't clean up the land before the spring planting begins, there will be no time when the spring planting begins......

Old Norman was talking about things that Norman was familiar with.

Spring planting refers to the large-scale planting activities of Old Barton's family every spring.

Lord Barton's fields were too many, and although he had many serfs, those serfs alone could not take care of all of Lord Barton's fields before the rains, and the villagers of Ashley needed to help as well—it was voluntary labor, and the villagers had no right to refuse.

This common sense flashed through Norman's mind, and he thought as he unconsciously surveyed his surroundings with his eyes.

It was a house made of wood, and the roof was thick with straw, and in many places straw was scarce, and the starlight was scattered in the middle.

The house is not big, on the whole it is boxy, but the craftsmanship of the people who built the house is not good, resulting in the whole house is irregular and distorted in many details, either a piece is protruded here, or a little recessed there; the furnishings in the house are very simple, a thick layer of straw is laid in the corner of the house, this is the bed of Norman and old Norman, he is now lying on it, there are two black things on the bed, it is their quilt, exuding a strange smell, a bit like cow dung stirring vomit in the jar for three months of fermentation, on the opposite side of the bed are placed a few simple farm tools, and there is a burnt black soil pitThere was a broken iron pot on it, and now the fire under the iron pot had not burned out, and a pot of ancient monsters in the pot who couldn't see what it was was was smoking, and now old Norman was there packing up farm tools......

This is exactly the home where Norman lived for more than a decade.

“......”

After old Norman cleaned up twice, he heard that there was no movement behind him, and turned around to look, only to see Norman sitting there stupidly and not moving, which made him frown, and his eyes, which had been tormented by life, and became even more indifferent.

"Why are you still sitting? We're short on time, hurry up!"

was urged by old Norman like this, and Norman's body was excited.

As if a switch in his body had been activated, he finally came to his senses, and quickly got up from the ground and came to old Norman to help him get up.

Norman was young, nimble, and had his helpers, and the two of them quickly prepared everything they needed for the day.

Then old Norman turned around again, took out a jar-like container from the pile of miscellaneous things beside him, and carefully poured the contents of the iron pot into the container little by little, while Norman watched.

Their fields are some distance from where they live, and it takes half a day to walk there, and it would be a waste of time to come back to eat in the middle, so every time old Norman gets up early to prepare the day's food—it is not okay to eat in the morning and come back in the evening, and with their labor, no matter how much they eat in the morning, they will be hungry when the sun is at its highest, and in that case, they will have no strength to work next.

When the container was filled, there was still some left in the iron pot, but it wasn't that old Norman didn't calculate it, but Norman's breakfast.

"Eat. ”

Old Norman said, and when Norman heard this, he picked up a wooden spoon from the side and scooped it directly from the pot to eat.

It was pitch black and sticky, and it wasn't dawn yet, and there was only a little light in the room, and the light was dim, and I couldn't see what it was, but Norman could tell it when he ate it.

Is it a wild vegetable paste, or is it his favorite food.

This made him eat faster, spoonful by spoonful, and swallowed in large gulps, not too hot, while old Norman sat and watched silently.

It's not that old Norman doesn't eat it, it's that he has already eaten it.

After Norman ate and scraped all the remaining wild vegetables in the pot, he reluctantly stopped the wooden spoon in his hand, but did not put it down, but put it directly with the jar and carefully tied it with a rope.

Old Norman saw that Norman had finished eating, so he finally stood up, bent down, and carried a few sorted farm tools on the ground on his shoulders and straightened up, while Norman first carefully tied the jar to his waist, and then carried the two remaining things that Old Norman picked on his shoulders.

"Let's go. ”

Old Norman saw that Norman had also sorted it out, dropped this sentence, and then turned and walked out of the house.

Norman followed old Norman out of the house.

It is true that the sky is not yet light, and the sky is still full of stars, probably because it is close to dawn, and the starlight is not very bright, but very dim.

As a rule of thumb, by the time they got out into the field, it was dawn.

Old Norman and Norman walked forward one after the other, all silent, everything was as they had been through countless pasts, there was no difference, but Norman always had a strange feeling in his heart.

He felt as if he had forgotten something.

The sensation tugged at his heartstrings gently, once, twice, but without force. And maybe it was because of such a gentle force, he couldn't remember what he had forgotten, and finally had to shake his head.

Forget it, don't want to.

......

"Okay, since you were a child, I thought you wouldn't be an ordinary person in the future, look at it, it's really working now!"

"Tsk, I really don't see that you still have this ability? ”

"Norman, what do those orcs look like? I heard they are all blue-faced fangs, right?"

"No, I've heard that those orcs look about the same as us, but they're bigger!"

......

A group of people were surrounding Norman, and the one around him was called a sturdy one, and it was completely impassable.

These guys are all villagers of the village, and on weekdays they are all the same as old Norman, their eyes are dull, exhausted and devoid of life, but now their dull eyes burst out with a strange vividness, and they are as excited as Christmas when they arrive at the church to distribute bread.

They kept talking to Norman, who was surrounded by them, with all kinds of expressions.

"Why are you so bold, if it were me, I might not be able to move my legs when I see those guys. ”

It's with a look of adoration.

"Those orcs are lucky to have happened to you, and if I had been there, they would have been captured by me by now. ”

This was pretending to be a pretend, and as she pretended to be coercive, she glanced at a corner of the crowd - in that direction, Yuna, the strongest and most beautiful girl in the village, was standing.

"Now Lord Barton should reward you well, maybe even reward you with two cows!"

This is to substitute himself into the identity of Norman, and Norman is not yet excited, he himself thinks that the two cows that have not yet landed are beginning to have stars in their eyes......

Norman didn't know where to look, and his ears were full of all kinds of sounds, and his head hurt from the noise. And under the words of these villagers, his thoughts unconsciously drifted to yesterday.

Old Norman was sick and weak for the past two days, and Norman saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart—he had seen this situation, and this is how Escher in the village walked.

Old Norman has to be fine.

Norman had only one thought in his mind.

Norman wasn't a doctor, he hadn't even seen a real doctor, and he didn't know how to treat old Norman, and the only thing he could think of with his poor mind was to find something good for old Norman to eat, and maybe he would get better.

It was the only thing Norman could think of, and he did it.

He didn't go to the fields again during the day, but snuck out to the forest to the east alone—everything in this land belonged to Lord Barton, and so did the forest here. If Norman wants to get something here, then he must apply to Lord Barton, and if he goes without saying anything, it will be equivalent to stealing Lord Barton's things, and he will naturally have to sneak around.

Norman had wanted to pick up some of the sweet-tasting dried fruit, and if he could, he could get some more meat - rabbits, roe deer, or whatever, and for this reason Norman brought an iron rake as a hunting weapon. As a result, he didn't pick up many dried fruits, and he didn't see any rabbits, but he ran into a person he was most afraid of seeing.

Lord Barton.

At that time, Lord Barton was very embarrassed, he used to be glamorous and always neat, he had a dirty face, his body was full of dirt, and at the same time he was desperately fleeing as if he was being chased by something, but his right leg seemed to be bad, which made him limp and couldn't run fast - to describe it as Norman to save face with "running", if I really want to say, Lord Barton was crawling at that time.

Norman didn't want to care if he could, but he was unlucky enough to see Lord Barton at the same time that Lord Barton saw him.

At that time, Lord Barton's eyes immediately lit up, as bright as the sun, and they were almost burning, and he opened his mouth and was about to shout, but as soon as the words came to his mouth, he didn't shout out, but lowered his voice and hurriedly shouted to Norman: "Help!"

Lord Barton's majesty has left a deep impression on Norman in the past ten years of his career, and seeing that Lord Barton has discovered him, he can't pretend not to see it, so he has to go over, carry him according to Lord Barton's instructions, and then run desperately in the direction of the village.

Norman didn't know what "orcs" were, he didn't see anything from beginning to end except Lord Barton, in fact, he still knew from the mouths of these villagers that Lord Barton was attacked by orcs while hunting, so of course he couldn't answer the doubts of these villagers.

But after they said this, Norman's mind drifted a little.

They seem to be right, they can be regarded as saving the life of Lord Barton, and Lord Barton should reward himself with something, right?

I just don't know what Lord Barton will reward himself.

Thinking of this, Norman's gaze suddenly became smart, and he searched around the crowd, and finally fixed on a direction on the left, his gaze crossed the crowd and settled on a face.

It was a woman, with a big waist and a round waist, a disc face, a mouth like a basin of blood, big eyes with copper bells, and a strong figure.

It was Yuna, the prettiest girl in the village, and Norman had always had her heart set on her—one of his goals in life was to be able to marry Yuna.

Yuna's gaze was also cast in this direction, and Norman's gaze naturally came into contact.

After a fierce and brief confrontation, Yuna lowered her head shyly, and pulled her hair with her soft hair, which was thicker than a child's thighs and full of hand hair, and her cheeks were flushed with two blushes, making her dark skin black and red, and she looked like a beautiful woman with a shy appearance.

Norman grinned unconsciously at the corners of his mouth.

Although he had no emotional experience, his instinctive instincts allowed him to perceive the subtle implications.

If it were the usual, because her family was too dilapidated, Yuna would never look at herself, but now she looks like this.

I don't want anything else, just ask Lord Barton to let Yuna marry him.

Norman smirked as he thought to himself.

He even began to think about his life as husband and wife to Yuna, and the dense words of the villagers in his ears became farther and farther away from him, as if they were blocked by a thin film.

But his heart moved slightly.

This made Norman frown slightly, and unconsciously felt a little empty.

He seemed to have forgotten something.

What forgot......

Norman thought about it again, and after some thought, he found nothing, and at this moment, Yuna quietly raised her eyes and looked at him, just when he caught it, and the eyes of the two were in the air and there was a fierce battle, which made Norman instantly throw aside the strange feeling just now.

It doesn't matter what he forgot?