In Kasara, more than 300 miles away from White Moody, the cherry ripening season is approaching. The huge purple-black fruit of the tree is heavily adorned with branches, indicating that this year is another good day for a good harvest.

Kasara is the source of the finest black onyx cherries in Turanda, and the cherries here are famous throughout the country and are a treasure that the princes and nobles rush to buy. In another week, the cherry orchard will attract the best time for picking, when tens of thousands of catties of delicious and rich fresh fruit will be sold out in just a few days, bringing a good income to the farmer.

Karl, the farmer, took a hard puff of his cigarette as he watched the clouds pile up in the sky. During this season, warm and humid air currents from the south often collide with the remnants of cold air from the north, causing torrential rain and even hail locally. Sometimes, extreme weather can even reduce the harvest by 80% of the year.

As the oldest and largest cherry-growing farmer in the area, he is also wary of the harsh weather. Tall boxwood scaffolding was erected next to all the trees, and in the event of a storm, he had the farmers cover the trees with a thick canvas that had been prepared in advance to protect the ripening fruit.

With his many years of experience, this rain will not be small today, and without such protective measures as himself, the losses of other farms will not be small. He smirked at the thought that he was about to sell cherries at a better price because of the odd goods. Laughing, he took a deep puff of his tobacco, letting the spicy smoke swirl around his lungs before squirting into the air through his nose.

The best products of his estate had always been offered to the Duke of Zannaya, a notoriously shrewd profiteer. It can be said that geese have plucked their feathers, and the dead have to peel off their skins. But he has the advantage of never picking on the food he enjoys. As long as you can get the best food, no matter how expensive the price is, you can accept it.

Carl naturally understood the importance of serving the richest man in the country, so he did not raise the price of cherries too much, but gave the best products to Zannaya on time every year at a price slightly higher than the market price, in exchange for a good sale license for other goods on his farm in White Moody.

When the wind grew stronger, he called his butler and ordered him to have his men spread the canvas quickly. In less than an hour. Strong convective weather will come, and if the hands and feet are slow, the ripening fruit will be lost.

The orchard, with about 300 cherry trees, immediately came alive, and everyone on the farm came over. In groups of two or three. Responsible for the conservation of a tree. After they put a special canvas as thick as cowhide. It is then fastened to a sturdy wooden frame with thick chains. This way, even if there is a strong wind, it will not be blown away.

Halfway through the mulching work, large drops of rain began to fall like stones. Everyone quickened their progress, and by the time they had finally secured the last few trees, it was no longer just raining around them, and hail the size of cherries began to fall, thumping against the ground.

The largest hailstones were the size of bricks, and the farmers under the trees who sheltered from the rain worriedly put everything they could find on their heads, because the canvas was no longer able to withstand the huge hailstones and was constantly being smashed. The hard hail whistled through the canvas and broke a large number of branches.

Carl's brow furrowed tightly, his teeth clenching his pipe. He didn't expect the weather to be so bad this year, hail was the situation he was most afraid of, but he didn't expect it to happen. There was a ping-pong sound from the rooftop, and the butler had already come over several times, urging him to take shelter in the basement. Because the three-story main house has been smashed through several holes, there is no sure if hail will fall on their heads in the next second.

He stubbornly stood on his balcony, from which he could see the whole cherry grove, and the huge hailstones that fell almost like they had smashed into his heart, and watching the cracked canvas flutter in the air, he knew that this year's harvest was over.

As if nothing was bad enough, as the hail gradually stopped, two terrible whirlpools of air were forming on the distant horizon - they were tornadoes! The tornadoes that had gathered from the coastline not far from here were getting thicker and bigger, and two black whirlwinds were walking alternately in the lead-gray sky like dead man's legs, and if it blew on the farm, the cherry grove would be in danger of not being harvested.

Carl clutched his pipe nervously, praying in his heart that the tornado would not move in this direction. You must know that Zannaya is not a person who listens to explanations, if the fruit handed in this year is not enough, then in the next ten years, he may not get a good face in front of him.

However, the two tornadoes, which were thirty or forty feet in diameter, still came straight towards the orchard, roaring and encroaching on most of the cherry grove. Karl accidentally crushed the muzzle of his ivory pipe and fell to his knees in agony, crying out loudly about his misfortune. The housekeeper called the servant and began to drag him downstairs regardless of his wishes, seeing the tornado coming straight towards the main building, if he didn't leave, it was estimated that everyone would be involved in it and die in Huangquan.

They hurried down from the third floor, all the way to the kitchen on the first floor, where the entrance to the basement to avoid the tornado was there, the tornado was moving extremely fast, they were in a race against time, if they didn't get into the ground in time and lock the hatch, then they would be swept into the air and fall to their deaths along with the house.

But as they hurried to the basement, the howling wind outside suddenly stopped. The wooden house, which used to rattle and seemed to be about to disintegrate, is now silent at all. Through the window, you could see that the dark and gloomy sky outside suddenly became sunny, as if someone had suddenly driven away the raging storm.

Karl and his men stood dumbfounded in the basement doorway, waiting for a few minutes to see if everything around them was a hallucination, but the mixture of the terrible storm, hail, and tornado was literally gone.

When the farmer rushed out of the shelter to check, he was reported to him by one of the farmers who were sheltering from the rain. Suddenly a bright point of light appeared above the clouds, and among the points of light was a man with wings, who used a huge fan to blow away the clouds in the sky, and then the storm and tornado disappeared.

Karl looked at the subordinate whose head was hit by a huge bag of hailstones, rolled his eyes, and instructed the butler: "Go find a pharmacist to show him, he doesn't have to come back to work until his brain is back to normal." ”

More than half of his men were wounded to some degree, but because of the sudden disappearance of the tornado, the orchard was much better off than he expected. Many broken branches, after being supported and protected, persevered until the fruit was ripe. In the end, he lost 90% of the cherries he picked compared to previous years, but compared to the fact that the other estates were almost completely wiped out, he was extremely lucky.

What's even more rare is that this year's cherries are particularly delicious. He didn't understand what had happened on the day of the storm, and if the cherries he had eaten before would only make people feel fragrant and lingering, then the taste after that was simply haunting and loving.

Hearing of the heavy damage to the cherry orchard, Zannaya's messenger came early to express his condolences and concern to Karl. But Carl knew that the other party was only concerned about cherries. He immediately packed up the newly harvested cherries and handed them back to the messenger, who received a generous payment with a satisfied smile.

This year, the cherry orchard's income was doomed to be bleak, and he sold almost all of the surviving cherries to Zannaya. But with the continuation of his good relationship with the monopoly, he will be able to recoup his costs in other ways. Thinking of this, Carl smiled wistfully as he tasted the last bit of super cherry he had deducted.

The messenger returned to White Moody in the fastest possible time with the best cherries that were unique this year, presenting this supreme delicacy to Zannaya. Zannaya, who is a food-lover, ate a lot of them that day, and ordered to use these cherries as raw materials to make various pastries and jams.

One of his favorite snacks is the pie, which he can eat several at once with a crispy and sweet pie crust with a delicate and refreshing cream and the best cherries after the pitting. This year's cherries were so intense that they seemed to condense the essence of the cherries that had been destroyed by the storm, and Zannaya began eating them almost as soon as she opened her eyes, and she couldn't stop eating them.

At noon, a batch of the latest roasted 龍 was delivered, and he happily took one in his hand, enjoying the pleasure of different levels of delicious food blooming on the tip of his tongue and reflecting each other. In his status and status, only the satisfaction of the purest and most primitive desires can make him happy. So although his health has been warned many times, and his doctor has repeatedly advised him to eat less of these high-sugar and heavy-oil things, he still ignores them.

"It is your responsibility to ensure my good health, and I have paid you so much money just to ensure that I have a healthy body to enjoy my life. Other than that, I don't want to listen to any nonsense. He said this when he threw a doctor who dared to recommend weight loss to him several times into the crocodile pool. Since then, no one has dared to say anything about the topic.

Among the pies piled high on gold plates, there is one pie that is a little different from the others. The pastry chef who made him was in a bad mood this morning because he had a fight with his girlfriend and didn't carefully inspect each cherry. And the maid who was in charge of digging the cherry pit accidentally missed a cherry pit because her son had a cold and was taking care of the patient all night.

The cherry, which had the pit, was eventually devoured by Zanaya and stuck in his narrow, fleshy throat due to his obesity. This rich man, who could almost call the wind and rain in Turanda, suffocated to death before the doctors, priests, and Fikelen arrived.

Zannaya Frey died, from a tiny cherry pit, and history took a completely different path. (To be continued......)

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In addition, I wish all foodies in the world a good appetite, hehe