After breakfast the next morning, Surdak took out the gifts he had bought in Pena City and placed them on the table.

Two pairs of delicate women's lambskin boots, a soft silk dress, and a gold necklace encrusted with rubies were gifts for Rita and Natasha, respectively, and the fine silver jug was a gift for old Sheila.

Originally, Surdak was still worried about whether Old Sheila, Rita, and Natasha would accept these gifts, but she didn't expect that Old Sheila was only a little surprised when she saw these expensive gifts on the square table, but she didn't refuse these gifts.

Old Sheila looked at the silver kettle in front of her, sat at the dining table and was a little dazed, looking at the faint sadness in her eyes, probably thinking of her son who died on the battlefield again.

Rita couldn't help but gently caress the delicate gilt stamping on the little sheepskin boots, looking at the shoe straps mixed with gold and silver threads, the pointed tips of the little leather boots almost pierced her heart, making her heart beat in a 'bang', these leather boots were more beautiful than all the sheepskin boots she had ever seen, she had seen a pair on the feet of a bride married to the village, but it was definitely not as beautiful as this pair.

She sat at the table, looking excited and excited, wanting to touch the leather of the sheepskin boots to see if it was soft, but worried that she was not reserved enough to be scolded by Sheila, and she was a little eager to try it.

Natasha, who was sitting opposite Rita, was much more reserved, but her eyes were also attracted by the magnificent ruby necklace on the table, and the skirt that I couldn't tell what kind of fabric it was made of, the fabric looked as soft as the clouds in the sky, but the lighter the gauze, the more transparent it looked, and she felt that any petticoat worn inside must look very earthy, but who could have the courage to wear only such a transparent silk skirt to go out to meet people?

Thinking of this, a hint of blush appeared on Natasha's white face.

Little Peter unceremoniously grabbed the dagger in his hand, and old Sheila was worried that if she accidentally pulled out the dagger, she would hurt him, so she snatched the dagger from Little Peter's hand and threatened to keep it for him for a while.

"I actually prepared these expensive gifts for us, Duck is not as careful as you, so you broke the bank!" Old Sheila said to Surdak, then glanced at Rita on the side and said, "Rita, put these away first, I was still worried about your dowry before, and now there is always something I can get my hands on." ”

Rita blinked her big blue eyes with a hint of joy on her face, but she tried to keep herself reserved as she should.

Old Sheila said to Natasha in a soft voice, "Natasha, since it is a piece of Duck's heart, you can also accept it!" ”

Natasha nodded at Surdak and whispered to Surdak, "Thank you for the gift!" ”

She rarely spoke to Surdak, and her slightly hoarse voice had a very special magnetism, but after saying this, she turned around and ran into the room with her own gift, her emotions seemed to be a little excited, perhaps thinking of some sad things.

……

Magic is very mysterious to the people of the village.

But just because you haven't eaten pork doesn't mean you haven't seen a pig run.

After Surdak used a 'water gathering' magic scroll to fill the water tank, Sheila the Elder asked that this extravagant method of fetching water should not be allowed, and that these magic scrolls must be saved for use when necessary.

Old Sheila didn't know that magic scrolls also had an expiration date, and once they were left for too long, the magic in the magic ink would evaporate, and the magic scroll would be completely scrapped, but Surdak was not ready to refute, but took the initiative to lift the barrel and take on the job of fetching water at home.

Since there was an extra cow and a horse in the yard, the matter of mowing the grass every day fell on Rita, and the cow had to be milked every morning, and little Peter could drink fresh milk every morning, in addition to little Peter, Surdak also had a glass of milk for breakfast, as for Rita and Natasha, they did not have this treatment, and their breakfast was still chestnut rice porridge mixed with some cassava.

A cow can milk about half a bucket of fresh milk at a time, but old Sheila is going to make cheese from this milk, and save it up to take it to the city for some salt.

Surdak took the Roman sword to practice chopping in the yard, he sharpened a wooden sword for little Peter with half a piece of wood, and practiced with little Peter, little Peter ran crazy in the yard with a wooden sword, running sweaty, old Sheila sat on the threshold of the door of the house, holding the dustpan in her hand, her eyes always fell on little Peter's body, and saw that little Peter began to imitate Surdak's sword-swinging movements, and a relieved smile finally appeared on her face.

The carpenters of the village arrived to continue the work they had left yesterday to do, to lay oak planks on the walls and floors of the new stone houses, and to make some wooden furniture for the houses, such as Surdak beds, cupboards, desks, chairs, etc.

The old village chief yesterday moved almost all the oak planks stored in the village warehouse, for the village of Wall, there are no forest farms nearby, so wood is also a very expensive resource, these wood was cut by the village chief Bright and the villagers from the mountains near the city of Hylanza before the snow fell last winter.

Sheila's dinner for the carpenters was creamy mushroom soup and roast duck.

There are some wild ducks hidden in the reeds in the tidal flats of the river, and if you are good enough in archery, you can hunt some wild ducks. However, Surdak's archery skills are very average, not to mention wild ducks, even if he is a demon on the battlefield of the Warsaw plane, he can rarely shoot.

The wild ducks used to entertain the carpenters in the village were sent by Charlie, the son of the village chief.

In the morning, Charlie and Luke carried a brand-new hunting bow and set up a simple raft with reeds beside the tidal flats, and the two of them rode into the center of the tidal flats with bows and arrows on a raft made of reed grass, and hunted a few fat mallards and a wicker basket of duck eggs.

In just three days, the new house was filled with furniture, the oak planks looked very heavy, and the carpenters did all the work.

Surdak wanted to pay the villagers, who were skilled in carpentry, but the villagers angrily refused.

Sitting on the wooden bed in the room, Surdak exhaled softly, thinking to himself that he finally had a place to live.

The room was a little damp, full of a faint smell of resin, lying on the wooden bed would feel a little stuffy in the room, but it was much better than sleeping in a sleeping bag, there was a sound of water in the bathroom next door, and I hadn't slept a good night's sleep in the past few days, Surdak lay on the bed, and fell asleep in a daze.