Heavy snow blocked the roads, and the messenger could no longer make it to the barracks on time

At this time, when you look at the warehouses that are piled up, you will feel a sense of solidity in your heart

The activity gradually turned indoors, the outdoor tent has been unable to keep out the cold, in addition to the necessary guard tower, there are soldiers stationed in the tower, most of the soldiers have lived in the place that was used as an arsenal, and many people have been squeezed into the basement The basement is very spacious, except for a stone coffin in the middle, everything else is OK There is a saint lying in this stone coffin, he has been lying for thousands of years, long before the Chanda Emperor converted to God, this person was preaching in the surrounding forest, Later, the man was burned at the stake, and for decades after his death, he was regarded as a terrible old man, until Emperor Chanda signed an edict declaring the Church legal, and a local priest with a keen sense of smell immediately proclaimed this man a saint and gave him the title of saint

Sleeping in the graves of the saints is not a pious thing, but these mercenaries will not have any doubts at all, anyway, the saints are doing things to save the world, and it is also a good thing to move their spacious rooms to the soldiers, and the saints themselves will definitely agree

The hunting soldier brought back from the woods a hunter's daughter, and the Orion family had several sons, and he thought that this daughter had eaten too much, so that his son could not have enough to eat, so when the quartermaster led the soldiers to hunt down the deer, he sold his daughter to the barracks for fifteen gold coins, and I knew that in Varankov, an ordinary steppe horse was sold for nineteen gold coins, and these large gold coins were the most valuable coins, more valuable than silver beans, Svadia dinars, and Vicchia rubles

Orion's daughter was arranged to live with a military man, Giovanni went to see the woman, asked if she had slept with a man before, and Orion's daughter answered very simply, he slept with Howard, the miller, and Gorky, who was herding sheep, so Giovanni put his mind at ease, and felt that it was much more convenient, and the military ji didn't like this woman who came, and slapped her face, which made Giovanni very angry, and he ordered to pour ice water on the head of the military ji, and let her stand barefoot in the snow Since then, The only two women in the barracks lived together without incident, and it is said that they would still fight openly and secretly in private, but as long as there was no major incident, Giovanni would not meddle in these matters at all

After Giovanni slept with Orion's daughter, he came back to me and told me that Orion's daughter was as hot as charcoal, and when it was hot, it smelled of deerskin, so I wrote on the bill, "Giovanni spent four small silver beans sleeping with Orion's daughter, and felt good except for the smell of deerskin" Giovanni showed my record the next morning, so he took a knife and scraped off all the key words, and then changed the pen to, "Giovanni spent four small silver beans to buy candles for lighting, and spent the night studying the King's Edict and feel good"

So I went back and looked at Harry's record.

Now Giovanni reads the "King's Edict" once or twice a week all night, which makes me admire Giovanni very muchSome soldiers seem to be tall and big, but after finding a woman, they will languish the next day, draped in blankets and roast fires, smoked snot and tears flow together, yawn at every turn, and from time to time sigh that Giovanni has nothing to do in life, and he really has the style of a father

Although I no longer eat with a knife and fork, I don't get up in the morning to fold my bed, I don't wash my hair when I'm fine, but the soldiers still think I'm an anomaly, they think I'm poor, for example, when I eat pigeon meat, I will pick out the bones, and the soldiers will chew the bones and swallow them; For example, when I drink wine, I mix it with water, and the soldiers swallow it in one gulp; For example, when I eat meat, I like to eat it when it's cooked, but soldiers like to eat it half-cooked

Giovanni was a little worried about my situation, and he told me to be part of the group and not too different

But I understand that no matter what I do, these soldiers will still feel that I am an outsider, and it is quite a failure to think about it, although I have recorded a lot of details of the barracks, but I don't have a single soldier friend, I don't know what they think, and I don't know what they like, only when eating, I have the opportunity to talk to the people around me, and I have to keep asking, the soldiers will answer slowly, if I have nothing to say, the conversation will be terminated, but when these soldiers are together, But it has always been very talkative, from armor to weapons, from comrades who died in the last war to Burke's prisoners, from which farmer's daughter is the most beautiful to which farmer's daughter is the most expensive

I was a little surprised, the most expensive is not the most beautiful, because some farmer's daughters will put on the sheets before going to bed, and drive out the younger brothers and sisters who are running around the house, and there will be no slippery chicken shit on the ground, such peasant girls will charge more, but the soldiers think it is worth it, they feel like living a life of a superior person, and the most beautiful girls are often very sloppy, just find a haystack and do it hastily, which makes the soldiers feel a little too hasty, It makes everyone feel like they are very casual people, which is unpleasant

There are a lot of bastards in the farms around here, and the locals don't care at all that the moral views around this area are fundamentally different from those of the Westerners: the birth of a strong boy is the key, and the father of the child is secondary, which is the opposite of what the Westerners think, where the father of the child is the most important, and the child is not a problem even if he is weaker

One evening when the soldiers began to sit and talk together, I told them the story of the West, about a certain knight who gave birth to a child who looked like a barbarian, and went to seek revenge in a rage, and mercifully sent the child to the monastery, and the soldiers were all puzzled

"Is this knight an idiot? With such a strong son, after more than ten years, there will be two men in the family who can shoot arrows and knives, what are you going to do in the convent? ”

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I've heard that the priests of the monastery like children," said a Burke, holding out a finger

"Yes, I especially like little boys," said a Valan, who had cut his flesh with a dagger, "and the priests should go to hell and burn the wicked, and keep the good ones behind."

"You hate the clergy so much," said one of the Vecchian longbowmen with a laugh, "you were hurt by the clergy as a child?" ”

The soldiers burst into laughter, and several of the Salanders, though disdainful of discussion, listened to my story with great interest, and the image of the hero in my mind was either stupid or paranoid in the minds of these people

But there are some stories that they still like very much, for example, when I say that a knight in the west went to attack the evil dragon in order to save the princess, they will be curious to hear that there is no special knight legend in the East, these stories that children in the West know, but no one has ever heard of in the East

They were very interested in the story that the dragon likes to hide the treasure, and asked about the clues in those stories, and then discussed with each other whether there would be a dragon around to hide the treasure, but for the description of the princess in the story, these people didn't buy it, as soon as they heard the saying that "the skin is like snow, the lips are like cherries, the head is spread like a waterfall, and the voice is full of mint fragrance", they will frown and spit on it, they say that this kind of sick girl who he ** will like it, so they forced me to talk about the princess in the future, To put it another way

They like to hear the description is, "Once upon a time there was a princess with a buttocks like a wheel, only big and not small, and two plump bodice could not cover it at all, and she swayed as soon as she walked, so that men could see that her legs were weak, her facial features were distinct, her eyebrows were thick, she was very diligent in farm work, she raised pigs in the forest, she fed fish in the pond, she also made wine, and every day, when the princess woke up in the morning, she would say, 'Bring me my sickle,' and then the princess would go and prepare farm tools for her, and the princess would clench her fists to cheer herself up, and motivate herself to say, 'One day.'" , and then went to work in the fields."

I can't laugh or cry when I tell these stories, but if I don't tell them, this rare opportunity to communicate with them will be gone, I thought these places would be very unsafe for women, but now I understand that for slender girls like Kaja and Messella, this is simply the safest place in the world, and the men here don't look at them at all, but the fat cook in the family is a little dangerous, Tom. Brown suddenly has a lot of competitors

Giovanni would mention the spring arrangements to these soldiers from time to time, and he told the soldiers to get ready, maybe General Lech would retaliate in the spring At this time, I would quietly observe the Berke crossbowmen, but they didn't seem to see anything at all, and when Giovanni said, they also interjected from time to time to add that there was a Berke man who said that General Lech liked the wine of the Riverlands, so he would definitely go from the south road, because there were a lot of vineyards and wine

Cheap as water; The other said that the spear shafts of the Pilsudski hussars were imported from the Creelians, and that as long as the Pilsudski were threatened not to participate in the war, the Pilsudski hussars would not dare to charge with their spears

The strange advice of the Guli is a mess, it is said that this is the tradition of the Valans, when it comes to military operations, each member has to express his opinion, if he does not speak, the other soldiers will suspect that this person has different ambitions, I only know at this time, the last time the Valans went to the heart of the Burke and were not captured, it was because of the guidance of these Berkes, they knew where there were fortresses, where there were heavy troops, and they knew which cities were rich and easily transported, no wonder Giovanni trusted the Burkes very much

"Shall we go back to Riverland in the spring?" One of the Valan Axe soldiers asked, "I feel that the nobles of the River were separated from us last time, and this time they don't defect to Lech's dog, we won't get their help."

"Perhaps," said Giovanni, "so don't go to sleep with women day by day, take your time, don't wait until spring and you can't walk."

Giovanni's proposal provoked a fierce backlash from the soldiers, "Phew, let's not go, you go alone?" "At the daughter of the Lennon family, I met you on Monday and you on Wednesday and you met you on Sunday and you lied to us that we were going to patrol the countryside, but I still ran into you" "You are not a good thing, you don't go to hook up with the daughter of the Lennon family every day, can you see me?" "I'm going to buy meat" "Buying women's meat?" ”

Giovanni argued with the soldiers, many of whom threw bread crumbs and bones around, and the soldiers who had been hit in the head shouted and cursed, causing a lot of laughter

I sat on the side, cross-legged and watched the soldiers

The old man in the cobbler's house was already asleep, still with a snuffbox in his hand, and he gave me a leather bag of ale to drink, for I had written a letter home for him the day before

I took an iron brazier and buried a few pieces of charcoal, light and dark, with ash, and I would come here early tomorrow morning to make a stove, and then I would have to stir the charcoal out

At this time, a man tapped me on the shoulder

I turned my head and saw a Burke crossbowman holding a glass of wine and two blood sausages, sitting on the cushion next to me, and he twisted his waist to make himself more comfortable

I could see that he was a little uncomfortable and stammered, "Your name is Victor"

"Yes," I nodded, "you're a Burke, I know you"

"You can call me Joey," he said, taking a sip of his drink

"Hey Joey," I don't know what he meant by it, "you can call me Victor"

"Yes, yes," he said, taking another sip of wine and sipping his wet, sweaty upper lip, "I said, I heard you can write?" ”

"Uh, Wiki and Swadia, yes, will be a little"

"Can you help me write a letter?" I heard the old leatherman say that you can write, "He's usually one."

He is a very talkative person, and he can always hold others down on his momentum, but when it comes to writing, his momentum disappears, and he becomes a cautious man, and I later realized that for a person who has not learned to write, so many dense characters, what an awe-inspiring thing "Written in Swadiya, our priest knows if he didn't lie?" ”

His eyes were full of embarrassment and anticipation, and I knew that it would not be easy to come to a boy like me to make a request

I patted my chest and moved my fingers

"Of course"

I found a wooden board and put it on top of the two barrels, and he found a thick piece of parchment, a bottle of ink, and a few goose feathers, which didn't work at all, and although Joey had found the biggest goose feathers, he didn't know what to do with them, so I had to turn around and go back and get a few Giovanni feathers

I'm used to being dictated and recording things myself

I flattened the parchment, filled the ink, moistened the quill, and motioned for him to begin his stammering for a long time, as if the one he wanted to speak was standing opposite him, and finally, with all my persuasion, he began to speak

"Dear Martha, I wrote you this letter in a castle"

I didn't look up at him, I wrote whatever he said, tried to help him get it organized, Martha was her sister, living alone in Burke's capital, making money by helping others wash clothesJoey told her not to do too much to make money, and to wash a few less clothes a day was not in the way, and now that he could earn money, he could find her a good man in the future

"The next time I went back, your fingers were hard and cold, full of cracks, Aunt Romer said that your hands were in the water like mother's hands, she was so tired, so she died so early and you didn't have to afford two children, so I don't have to do so much I can come back in two years, my employer is very good, the salary is higher than Burke's, and the food here is very cheap, and it hardly costs me to be with Roch is a good person, if you agree, I can let him start writing to you"

"I wish you all the best love for your Joey"

He took one last sip of his drink

I gave him the parchment, and he carefully held it in his hand, looking upside down, as if the letters would be misplaced, he took the parchment in his arms, thanked me, and then took out a handful of silver beans and placed them on the table

I was stunned for a moment, he didn't know how much it would cost to write a letter, so I gave as much as I could, I shook my head, and pushed the silver beans to him, "You can prepare your own ink and parchment, writing doesn't cost money, if you have time, I hate to teach you to write by yourself"

He finally thanked him, and walked away with his glass upside down on the board

The next day, when I was eating, many people were looking at me as if I had taken out the cutlery for the first time

The atmosphere was a bit dreary, and Giovanni failed to adjust the atmosphere several times, so we had a sullen meal and left

After I had finished my lamb, drank a bowl of butter-mixed beer, and ate a bunch of broken bread, I walked out of the cafeteria to my heart's content, and then I was surrounded by a group of men, men with complicated faces, nervous looking, they were tall, like a forest

"What are you doing?" I asked them

Joey parted from the crowd and walked out, "Sorry, Victor, I brought them here" He paused, "They want to know if you can write for them too?" ”

These people all pursed their lips, as nervous as yesterday's Joey

I looked at them, "Of course, you'll have to prepare your own ink and sheepskin."

Before I could finish speaking, the men pulled out a large handful of parchment from their bosoms

When Giovanni returned in the afternoon, he was shocked: the whole aisle was filled with soldiers standing or sitting, and these soldiers were discussing with each other what to write, and those who wanted to write letters to their lovers or wives were the most difficult: they wanted to say a lot, they were very secretive, very obscene, and they fell into an awkward situation where they wanted to say but did not dare to say it

From that day on, in addition to registering goods at night, my job was to help the soldiers write their homes during the day

After that, some soldiers started to help me carry water in the morning.

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