Chapter 119: The White Dove Returns to the Nest

After a simple analysis, even the most sluggish person should be able to think of his father's whereabouts at this time. The route he traveled was zigzag back and forth, but if you look at the general direction, you will know that your father is getting closer and closer to Suno. And not far from the edge of Suno is where the White Pigeon Valley is located.

At this time, if soldiers are sent to wait in the White Pigeon Valley, it will only be a matter of time before the father is captured. It was precisely because of this situation that, after a useless manhunt, the officers of Sunoshi changed their strategy, they retrieved the soldiers who were walking on the plains, and then discharged a non-commissioned officer with the soldiers to stay at my house. These people didn't mess around like the ruffians--- this non-commissioned officer came as a surrender of the Eastern Army and knew my father. The non-commissioned officer's deputy was a capable captain assigned to him by the western officer, and the duty of this deputy was to assist the non-commissioned officer on the one hand, and to monitor him on the other hand.

For these people, the people in the valley felt very frightened and did not dare to approach them. Actually, I think the non-commissioned officer is very kind, but Grandpa Bi Anwen despises him quite a lot, he often calls the non-commissioned officer a traitor unabashedly, and the non-commissioned officer just shook his head in frustration and didn't say anything.

At that time, there was very little contact between White Pigeon Valley and the outside world, and the tax collector gradually reduced his contact with my family, but the tax officer's wife occasionally sent someone to send some gifts to comfort our family. This situation is understandable, and this is a time when everyone is in danger.

Long before the Eastern Army was routed on the north bank of the Blue Water River, my grandfather took the initiative to contact the tax collector He Sunuo and other officials, hoping to take on more obligations to the empire: my grandfather was willing to increase the annual grain tax and the number of military personnel in the territory, and was willing to fund some royal estates, and finally my grandfather took out bags of dinar and gave them to the officials in Suno. However, these gestures of goodwill only led to some official-like replies, but their suspicions about my family have not been alleviated at all.

Grandpa Bi Anwen was very opposed to this approach, this old man's temper became more and more irritable, I knew that he did not want to see White Pigeon Valley grovel in front of outsiders, his feelings for White Pigeon Valley were too deep. My grandfather was very open-minded, and in the early days I could occasionally see his expression of tiredness and confusion, but later he became untouched by anything, and he walked up and down the valley of the white dove with a constant smile, asking about the life of the farmer, squatting in the fields and crushing clods, and brushing his favorite horses with a brush.

At that time, my grandfather always looked at the scenery in the White Dove Valley in a daze, as if he had never seen enough.

I wasn't very happy about the rumors that my father was coming back. I found that most of the people in the castle seemed worried about the news. I was so infected by this atmosphere that I began to think that if my father came back, it might not be a good thing.

The entrance to the valley was barricaded with horses, and every day the non-commissioned officers had to make rounds, and the soldiers guarded the checkpoint, and no one was allowed to enter at will. If the father wants to enter the valley without being discovered, he must not come in from there.

So I still don't know how my father got back into the valley.

That night, while I was still asleep, I was suddenly woken up. I opened my eyes vaguely and found that it was pitch black, and I heard the voice of Aunt Pianwen, who had not lit a candle. She shook me again, "Timmy, get up." ”

I yawned and sat up, and before I could ask what was going on, Lady Bianwen couldn't help but dress me, and then took me by the hand and walked out of the room.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

Aunt Bianwen did not speak. Although it was pitch black in the hallway, Aunt Bianwen still walked through every corner accurately, and when I went down the stairs, she pulled me tightly and walked steadily downstairs. As I passed by the window, Lady Bianwen would look at the campfires in front of a few tents in the distance--- which were the camps of the soldiers stationed in my house.

Soon after, before I could ask a second question, I had been ushered into the underground cellar of the castle.

Through the faint light leaking from a small skylight, I saw that a lot of people had gathered inside, and I couldn't see it very clearly.

"Master''" Aunt Bi Anwen called in a low voice.

The people in the shadows stopped, and before I could get used to the darkness here, I felt a gust of wind coming at me--- I was picked up, I felt the stubble poking my face, and I heard a familiar voice, which had been away from me for a long time.

"Timmy," I heard my father call out with suppressed excitement.

"Dad," I was pleasantly surprised.

The joy of the reunion didn't seem to be contagious, and I noticed that my grandfather and mother were standing to the side in a daze, talking in small voices that I couldn't hear clearly. After my grandfather coughed, my father arched his nose into my hair and took a sharp breath, then lowered me down and put me into the hands of Aunt Pianwen.

"Take Timmy to the bedroom, I'll see him later." Father commanded.

I said, "I'm going to stay here."

Father shook his head, "Timmy, obedient, go ahead"

So after a brief reunion, I was taken away again.

As he was leaving, his grandfather's voice came: "'''You are too impulsive'''Why don't you understand, we are safest only when you are outside'''"

After returning to the bedroom, I couldn't sleep anymore, I pestered Aunt Bi Anwen to tell me about my father's affairs, how my father came back, whether he would never leave again, whether the battle was over.

Aunt Bianwen said she didn't know, but she said that my grandfather would arrange everything. She was always there for me to put me at ease, and she kept reassuring me that my father would come to see me later.

I just waited.

At that time, my grandfather was listening to my father in the cellar. Unable to bear the betrayal and suspicion, his father made a move that no one could understand. At that time, things would have been much easier if my father had only stayed on the Rhodok ship, because shortly after my father left, Lorenz had reorganized the situation and made the mess better. But as soon as his father was gone, he wandered on the Suno-Plain, and the Eastern Army thought he had defected, but the Western Army continued to hunt him down, and he was now caught between the two camps, and had to endure double suspicion.

Father's idea is very simple, he is fed up with the Westerners' suppressive tradition and oppressive aristocratic system, but he can't accept the betrayal of the easterners' ideals, in his father's heart, the rotten ancient system should be destroyed, but the easterners have not come up with something better to replace it.

As for the pioneers, my father was particularly disappointed, especially when the pioneers were mercilessly attacking the old forces, and my father immediately thought of the tenets about violence that Sabel had taught him back then.

For a long time, the pioneers have been in the image of moderate reformers, they used their medical skills and superb craftsmanship to attract people, and at the same time, the pioneers carved a large number of stone sculptures full of human beauty and exquisite murals to decorate the city, which are very worthy of recognition.

But as soon as the pioneers came to power, they immediately showed a kind of impetuosity and fanaticism, and indeed it was not so pleasant for the pioneers to get along with tradition: every time a book was published, every time a group of serfs was emancipated, every time the guilds were ordered to improve the treatment of the craftsmen, the pioneers were in all sorts of trouble.

In the Frost Castle, a group of citizens at the instigation of several conservative clergymen burned a number of books preaching heliocentrism, and had already sued the author of the books to the Inquisition, accusing him of heresy;

In the vast rural areas, the father was concerned to see a large number of manor owners dispossessed of their land, and the only reason for their conviction was that they owned the land;

In the past, the Pioneers were the Guild's greatest allies, but now, the Pioneers indiscriminately demand that the Guild improve the income of the Artisans. In the past, a goldsmith earned nine times as much as a dyer, but now pioneers demanded that the guilds pay the artisans exactly the same. The goldsmiths' guilds were not greatly affected, but for the cloth guilds, the sudden increase in burdens made them unsustainable, and the guilds closed their businesses, which indirectly affected the farmers who supplied flax, ramie, and kapok, and when the farmers toiled to bring their crops into the towns, they found that all the cloth merchants' shops were closed, and the destitute peasants returned to the countryside to exacerbate the already violent conflict.

This situation is just a microcosm. Although the pioneers had a good intention, after all, they had been away from authority for a long time, and the experience of the Chan people in governing for thousands of years had been quickly forgotten after the death of the country, and it would take time for the pioneers to become as comfortable as their ancestors in handling state affairs.

My father had a strong sense that the pioneers were heading in a dangerous direction. Although the defeat on the north bank of the Blue Water River had all kinds of unexpected factors, the army was affected by the pompous style of the pioneers for a long time, and it was only a matter of time before there would be a defeat.

I don't know what my father is going to do when he abandons the people of Frost Castle and returns to the White Dove Valley alone. When he told me his plan, I was really excited--- but it didn't take long for my fate to change completely. I occasionally wonder if my fate would have been completely different if my father's plan had succeeded: perhaps I would have grown up in the capital of Nord, and then taken a boat to meet my grandfather and aunt, and then finished my studies in Rhodoc, and met some beautiful and gentle lady and started my own family.

However, after all, things didn't go that way, and it's a pity to think about it.

That day, I waited until late at night before my father came into my room. I knelt on the bed and held out my hand to him.

"You're not going to leave this time, are you?"

"No," my father hugged me, "to go." Let's go together. ”