The morning mist was hazy, and the sunlight fluttered in the air like broken gold, steaming a thin layer of heat for the cold of the early morning. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The chicks in the woods chirp softly, and all things delicately show their sleepy eyes, looking at the world in a daze, lazily procrastinating to get up.

The people in the houses woke up and fell asleep, and for those who were short of food, they could sleep as long as they could in the morning, except for work in the fields and special gathering activities.

Occasionally, people who are really blind have no choice but to get up, bite into the dry and hard dough cakes, drink a little beer, and start to busy with the chores of the new day.

In the midst of this crooked roof there was a clean and tidy wooden house, surrounded by a wide fence of ivy, and in the courtyard were burrows full of grain, dried trout fillets, fragrant ash, and the occasional short-haired cat walked proudly past and ignored the mice.

The wooden window creaked open, and a slender young man in a clean white woolen coat stood in front of the window, allowing the early morning air to circulate into the room.

He tidied up the books in the room, wiped down a few bookshelves, and then opened the small door and asked through another tightly sealed door, "Are you up?"

There was no response as usual, and the young man didn't care, and continued, "I'm going out, what do you need?"

There was a clear sound of flipping a book in the room, and after a long time, the voice inside woke up and said, "It's still as usual." ”

Don't cook the dishes, but clean ingredients.

The young man heard the sound and left.

......

Walking on the road, except for the short-haired cat, who came to huddle for a while, everyone on the roof saw the young man with a respectful face, as if he was some remarkable person.

Although the young man had a reserved posture, his face was gentle, and he would give each person who greeted him politely.

When she walked into the house of the manager of the roof, the woman who was coaxing the child in the house gave the baby to her son, who was a few years old, and said with a smile: "Brother Pigeon is here, and the things will be ready immediately, is the master up?"

"Hmm. The young man nodded, and shook his head at the woman's kindness.

Although he could bear it, the smell of the room was not good, except for the sideboard that the hostess used to show off, which was black and pressed, and the furniture and mattresses were placed in a messy manner, and he wrinkled his eyebrows slightly.

But the woman kept standing by and laughing, and asked if she wanted to drink some freshly brewed wine, and then asked how the master's body was, and whether he needed to add a little fat (raw fat meat was an important medicine at this time)?

The young people all shook their heads, and when they looked at each other's appearances, they knew that they had something to ask for.

He didn't say anything, these people were thick-skinned and would open their mouths no matter what.

Sure enough, the man brought out the vegetables and lean meat collected in the village and put them in the bamboo basket one by one, and the two looked at each other, and the man smiled and said: "That's the case, I don't know if the master is busy or not, we may have something to trouble his old man." ”

The young man glanced at the man.

The man continued, "We plan to start planting some wild vegetables, which was also discussed at the meeting, but we don't have a charter on how to do it, so we want to ask the master to check it. ”

The young man wondered, "How did you think of this?"

He also saw the development of the roof ridge, so he fed the crops, and there was no bad harvest this year, it was when he was preparing to marinate meat for the winter, how could he suddenly think of these things?

"This is also a lesson, whether Louie's story is true or not, we think what those people are doing is feasible, besides, 'Si Doll' also needs so many vegetables......"

The pigeon was confused and asked, "What story?"

"Another tale of the roof of the slaughter," said the woman, panicking at the thought of what had happened to those in the story.

Blasphemy and contempt for authority are things that mortals will be afraid of, and they have been unscrupulous for several generations because of natural and man-made disasters, and now that they have settled down, they are also beginning to be a little afraid.

No matter when the gods are angry, remedying it at this time may be able to calm the anger of the gods, and it can also help them get more food, and she thinks it's good to count them in one fell swoop.

But the young man felt uncomfortable.

It is very difficult to talk to these people every time, they will only stand in their shoes and say something they understand, and they don't think about whether the other person understands it or not, as if the other person will know what they know.

He could only piece together a few words each time he listened to them, and he noticed the words "story", "Louie", "tearing the doll" and "stealing the roof of the customer", and looking at the expressions of these people, he felt that it would not be the meaning he understood.

Although these people are sometimes very fierce, their true temperament is still simple, so this "tearing doll" should have some special meaning.

He asked, "What is a tearing doll?"

......

When he came out of the farmhouse, a few children helped him pick up the basket of vegetables, and as he went, the pigeon asked about Louis.

In his opinion, the reason why silk dolls can have such a great impact on these people is not only the warning of the story itself, but also because of their lack of knowledge.

They eat very rudimentary food, and they don't have that much time to cook food, and they don't know that real chefs, like knights, have the same skills as knights.

A true cook, as praised in the picaresque novel - "No one is so magical as him, if you wish, he can make you a fish from a sow's **, a pigeon from animal fat, a turtledove from ham, and a chicken from a pig's leg." ”

A real chef is very powerful, and after listening to the description of "Silk Doll", he thinks that Louis is probably a famous chef.

But he's not sure yet.

Sure enough, when Louis was asked, even the children admired him: "You don't know!

"Brush, brush!" said the child, with a chopping motion in the air, "He made all the dough of such a big piece into silk!

"Then he brushed again," said the man, blushing his neck, "and at once it became a loaf of bread, like a loaf of gold, and it tasted sweeter than honey, and it was ......."

"Not at all!" one of the little girls retorted, "He didn't brush it! You're so stupid! The big brother has too many movements to see clearly, but in the blink of an eye, he conjures up wonderful food," the girl yearns for it, "It's as good as food offered to God, so delicious that my tongue almost swallows it......"

The more the pigeon listened, the more amused he became, and he wanted to hear the truthful answer, but he forgot that these children have the most rich imagination, and give them a little sweetness to praise you.

But he thought that for the sake of some proud uneaten-loving fellow in the house, he ought to meet this Louis for a while.