A new day has arrived.

What woke Annan was no longer the damp and cold grass hut, but the bright sunlight that sprinkled on the bed.

Drilling out of the old and warm thin quilt, the slight coolness of the early morning let Annan get rid of sleepiness.

The young man in the bed next to him had come back last night and had been asleep until now, and the sunlight shining through the window had sunburned half of his buttocks, and he would only move a little until it was hot, and it was not long before he was caught by the rising sun again.

He spent the next few minutes in his sleep avoiding the sun's pursuit, until he fell off the edge of his bed with a muffled thud.

The young man was accustomed to getting up like an alarm clock, but it made the surprised Annan fuss.

He looked at Annan, who woke up, and said something briefly, patting his chest again because he didn't react, repeating the word: "Martin." ”

Guessing that he was saying his name, Annan pointed to himself and said, "Annan." ”

"Anna?" Martin muttered, "Sounds like a girl's name." ”

I could only understand Annan in front of him and correct his pronunciation: "It's Annan." ”

"Shi Anna?"

After spending dozens of seconds letting Martin know his name and pronounce it correctly, Annan followed Martin out of the bedroom as he got dressed.

When she came to the courtyard, Aunt Susan had just hung her washed pajamas on the clothesline, and muttered something while stroking the fluff of her pajamas, and Annan guessed that she was admiring the craftsmanship.

Martin, who found pleasure in teaching Annan to speak, pointed to the woman: "This is Aunt Susan." ”

"This is Aunt Susan."

Annan greeted the woman who had been surprised, and then he was held in his arms by the broad bosom and corrected his salutation.

Aunt Susan gently told Annan that he could live here forever. Annan couldn't understand it, but he could feel the kindness in his words.

For the next few days, Annan, who couldn't do anything, stayed at Aunt Susan's house, learning the language of the world and helping Aunt Susan's family do what they could.

Aunt Susan was in charge of the family's finances and all the housework, and Uncle Hollin, who was the woodcutter, went to the woods before sunrise to cut wood and came back in the afternoon. Martin, on the other hand, would chop the old firewood into firewood in the morning and sell it, then go to the tavern in the evening to work and return late at night.

Learning a language means frequent interactions, so Aunt Susan's family was the perfect fit.

Martin wasn't an adult yet, but he looked like a young man in his twenties. Healthy, strong, and inherited the fine blood of Aunt Susan, but not very smart...... It's like the Creator poured out too much strength when he pinched man, so he deducted some from wisdom.

Uncle Hollin is not as silent and introverted as he seems, and his relationship with Aunt Susan is far better than expected, and his body size did not prevent them from giving birth to Martin, the crystallization of love.

Aunt Susan liked Annan, and this affection even made her treat Annan better than Martin. Even fearing that Annan would be plundered, he said "Bad people like pretty boys like you best" and asked him to smear the ashes that made his skin look rough and dull.

Survival is the best teacher.

Annan came to the family in the blink of an eye, but it was already possible to communicate briefly. On this day, Annan and Martin were chopping firewood one by one in front of the firewood house. However, the rough axe handle of the past two days has bruised his palm, and he is very slow to chop wood. When Aunt Susan came to inspect it, only half of the chopped firewood had been piled up.

"It's okay dear, you have to rest more......" Aunt Susan blew on Annan's palm in distress, and turned around to scold Martin, "You fucking stupid ass!" It's been so long and it's not done! ”

"Why do you only say I'm ......"

"Annan has no experience, and you've been chopping for almost ten years!"

Fortunately, there was some old firewood, and Annan accompanied Martin to bring the chopped firewood to the market to sell.

"I sometimes think you're Aunt Susan's child." A depressed Martin muttered.

"Why are you called Aunt Susan?"

"She thinks I'm too stupid and embarrassed to be her son."

"Where's Uncle Hollin?"

"He didn't want outsiders to think that Aunt Susan wasn't his wife."

A touching and steadfast love, but a sad story for Martin.

"Are you laughing?" Martin, who had a firewood on his back in front, turned his head.

Annan hid his smile in time: "No, I don't understand." ”

When he came to the market, Martin stood on the side of the street selling firewood, and Annan's attention fell on the hustle and bustle of the market, appreciating the customs and customs of the world.

A regular customer bought firewood, and about 50 pounds of cut oak core wood was sold for 20 copper coins. On the way back, Annan and Martin said, "I want to find something to do." ”

"Then you can come with me to the tavern as a buddy."

Annan couldn't even guess what Martin was saying, and when she went back to tell Aunt Susan, she was a little worried that Annan didn't understand.

"As long as you can deliver wine and clean up the table." Martin patted his chest and promised that he would take care of Annan.

"Okay......"

With one more person in the family, it does make the cost a little tight.

That evening, Martin, who returned, brought good news: "Mr. Fast has asked me to take you there tomorrow morning." ”

……

On a sunny morning, the scent of wheat wafts from the bakery on the street.

Annan followed Martin to the Dawn Tavern.

There are very few people in the town who like to come to the tavern during the day, so there are also very few taverns that are open during the day.

In the dimly lit tavern, chairs snapped to the table, and the smell of wine seeped into every piece of wood in the tavern.

"Mr. Fast, here we are!"

Known as Mr. Fast, he was a middle-aged man with messy brown hair, unkempt appearance, a pair of boots, and a thin sword at his waist.

He looked at Annan and paused on the black-haired black eyes: "I don't remember that there were black-haired people in Hirabayashi Town. ”

"He's my distant cousin!" Martin exclaimed.

“…… Hum. ”

Fast narrowed his amber eyes slightly, not debunking Martin's lame lie. "From 6 to 12 p.m., a silver coin a week, and the tips from the guests are your own, and Evelyn will tell you or ask Martin for the rest of the night."

"Why do I only have 70 copper coins?" Martin found that his salary was the least.

"You're so ugly."

Annan successfully passed the interview. To celebrate, Aunt Susan bought some meat and prepared a hearty lunch for him.

In the pleasant afternoon of eating, Aunt Susan was worried about Annan's work, and patiently advised:

"He can make mistakes in the tavern......"

"I'll take care of him."

"If you see him stealing food or getting into an argument with a guest...... Tell him it's not right. ”

"Leave it to me."

"That's great! Thank you, little Annan. ”

Annan, who had high hopes, said shyly: "It's too polite for you to say that. ”

"Alas...... I'm still not at ease......" Aunt Susan sighed, grabbed her broom and walked towards Martin, who was still cleaning the table. "Martin!"

In the evening, Annan and Martin arrived at the Dawn Tavern.

Enter through the back door of the tavern. Annan fastened his apron in the back kitchen and began his first job in this world.