The midsummer noon sun, even in the north of the Femont Empire, there is not a trace of tenderness to speak of. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Sweat ran down Danny's forehead to his cheeks and down his chin, but he didn't bother to wipe it. He was with his head down, carefully avoiding the wheat rhizomes under his feet, and vigorously uprooting the weeds, which he had already dragged in his left hand. These weeds should not be left in the ground, or it will not be long before they grow up again and steal the soil that should belong to the wheat.

Danny didn't know what the earth was, but he had seen what an overgrown wheat field would look like at the end - that was six years ago.

Six years ago, Danny was just eight years old and didn't quite understand what the war was all about, except that his father and mother wept to death one afternoon.

Later, he learned that his two older brothers had died on a distant battlefield, and from then on, he was the only boy in the family.

On top of that, the war is still in Danny's memory of hunger, which lasted almost the entire year.

Just thinking about that feeling made Danny feel that the weeds in front of him were so abominable that he wanted to get rid of them all.

But he was only fourteen years old, and no matter how hard he tried, he was left behind by his father and sister - Danny's mother had a serious illness after the loss of her two sons, and has been in bed ever since.

When Danny also arrived at the westernmost ridge of the field and threw the weeds into the bamboo basket, he realized that his father and sister had not continued to work, but had stood on the ridge and looked at the road to the northwest.

"Deya, what are you looking at?" Danny looked in that direction as well, and saw a long line of carriages, slowly heading south, the carriage at the front of the line looked magnificent, and the last cart in the line was piled with boxes large and small. It must be an aristocratic lord, Danny thought to himself.

"The Count of Cleon is moving...... "Dia is Danny's sister, she is seventeen years old this year, and soon she will marry a young man from the neighborhood like Danny's eldest sister and become someone else's laborer.

"Count Cleon is gone?" said Danny, who had heard the name, "and then we won't have a master?"

"Fool," Dia tapped Danny on the head, "Viscount Clarion is gone, and there will be other lords coming." ”

Danny gave her sister a blank look and stubbornly touched the top of her head, "I'm not allowed to say I'm stupid anymore, I'm already a man!"

"Man, hahahaha, little Danny, you don't think your hair has grown yet, do you?" Dia leaned back with a smile.

Danny turned his head, he knew what Dia was talking about, he had seen the change in the boy who was slightly older than himself. Although he doesn't want to admit it, he is somewhat thin compared to his peers, and he is also lagging behind in this regard.

However, he would not be willing to be insulted like this by Diya, and he wanted to maintain his dignity as a man.

"I've already told my father that I'll go to Fog City to work next year, next year...... By the time you have your first child, I may already be in charge there. Danny knew that whenever it came to having children, Dia would be angry and anxious.

This time, though, Dia didn't have time to have a seizure.

His father, Bill, who had been silent, shouted, "Stop arguing!

The siblings didn't dare to speak again, so they had to glare at each other.

Before Danny stepped down the ridge, he looked at the meandering Boer River in the distance, and thought to himself: next year, next year, his father should agree to go to Fog City to work for himself, and then he can support the family with only one man's salary—Danny's eldest brother was a laborer in Fog City six years ago.

......

The so-called three northern provinces of the Femont Empire refer to the three provinces that stretch from the Aeva River in the west, to the border between the Empire and the Silver Finchite Federation in the east, and to the north of the Northern Cliff.

The three provinces, from west to east, are Pamplo, Santan and Oviere. The Boer River, which flows through the imperial capital of Cohenas, flows into the Beiluo Cliff in the territory of Santan, the largest of the three northern provinces.

The only northbound city in the province of Santan, the city of fog, is named because of its proximity to Ball Falls, which is foggy for several months of the year.

At this time, the carriage of Donner and his group of eight stopped at Misty Town, a small town built near the cliff and along the Boer River, not far from Fog City.

This town sounds a little weird and mysterious, but it's actually bustling.

All kinds of agricultural works and handicrafts brought from the territory of the empire are gathered here, waiting to be transported to Fog City, and similarly, the northern specialties from Fog City are loaded here and transported to Coenas or further south.

"Young Master, is there really a city at our feet?" Layla looked at the entrance to a wide stone staircase on the edge of a cliff in the distance, still unable to believe this fact.

"Otherwise, where did the goods come from and where did they go?" asked Donner with a smile.

"I can't believe it......" Moen also shook his head, the five pharmacists, including him, had never been to any of the cities of the North Fall - the continent of Kaios was too big, and the North Fall Cliff was very far from the Principality of Ukulele in the south of the continent.

Luna turned her back to the direction of the cliff, looked at the wheat field that was not growing well, and sighed, "You can plant all potions here......"

"You're in the Principality of Ukulele, haven't you heard the story of potions eating people?" asked Donner.

"Potions eat people?" said Luna, looking back.

"What the teacher means is that if you plant all the potions, the farmers will have no food to eat. Moen explained.

"Potions make more money than farmland, so take the money you earn and buy food...... Luna shrugged, thinking that there was nothing to worry about.

Moen's face suddenly became solemn: "There is only this grain in Middle-earth, and the ones you bought were originally meant to feed farmers elsewhere. ”

"What then?" Luna asked, "How can we build an apothecary without a potions garden?"

Donner was about to answer her question when suddenly a middle-aged man with a big belly ran out from the direction of the center of the town.

"Is it Duke Vain?" the middle-aged man had not yet arrived, and his waist was already bent up straight, and there were several people behind him, who seemed to be his entourage.

"That's right, it's Grande Steward, isn't it?" Donner thought it was a little amused when he first heard the name pronounce it.

"Yes, yes, Lord Duke, I have waited for you at last," said Grandet, bowing his head and almost kneeling down as he came to Donner, and the expression on his face was even happier than seeing his own father.

"So, the Earl of Kraon has received a letter from the Prime Minister?" asked Donner coldly.

"Received, however, Lord Earl, he ...... I'm gone, but I'm keeping all the income accounts of the past few years in Fog City......" Grande's face was slightly nervous.

"Hmph, what's the use of me asking for that?, could it be that the Earl of Cleon left me some property before leaving?" Donner snorted coldly: "Don't make these nonsense, arrange a place for me to live first, and I'll ask you about it later." ”

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