The next day, when it was dark, Adams put on his clothes, called his wife and three and a half-year-old sons, walked out of his thatched house, and walked slowly towards the stone house in the center of the village.
The noble's steward informed him that the arrival time was when the rooster crows, so he still had plenty of time.
Before he walked far, he saw several people walking together in front of him.
After taking a closer look, I realized it was the Gretel family from the village.
There are six people in Gretel's family. He and his wife gave birth to two sons and two daughters.
The Gretel family relies on helping people deliver messages, and is also a relatively wealthy farmer in the village.
Of course, old Grete is getting older and broke his leg a few years ago, so he no longer sends messages to others.
It is his two sons, eldest Grete and little Grete, who are currently in this business.
The two of them, each with a draft horse, took turns delivering messages to people in need in the village.
Normally, they work on their own farming, and the family can live a pretty good life.
Adams still remembered that the rye his family sent to the mill for grinding every autumn was always one of the largest in the village.
Adams remembered everything, Adams remembered everything! Adams was proud of his memory.
He waved his hand violently and shouted, "Mr. Gretel, Mr. Gretel!"
The Gretel family stopped and turned their heads.
The leader, Old Gretel, had gray hair, and the wrinkles on his face were as deep and dark as the roots of his uncle's tree.
His eyes were cloudy, and he looked at Adams for a long time, but he couldn't recognize him.
Adams had no choice but to take his family and walk quickly to the Gretel family.
When he was only four or five steps away from Old Grete, Old Gretel saw Adams' face clearly and said, "It turns out to be little Adams from the mill. You are so early today!"
Old Gretel's voice was hoarse and weak.
Adams touched his nose awkwardly, "Mr. Gretel, I have grown up. I am no longer Little Adams. You see, this is my eldest son, Little Adams. This is my youngest son, Little Adams."
Adams, this is my younger son, little Adams!"
Adams said, pointing to the three children next to him.
The eldest one was about seven or eight years old. He was dirty all over and had two green snot streaks on his nose.
The second child was about five or six years old. He was skinny and skinny. He was also very afraid of strangers. When Adams pointed at him, he shyly hid behind Adams' wife.
The last child was only three or four years old and was being held by Adams' wife.
"Mr. Gretel, I am no longer young. Please don't call me Little Adams in the future." Adams said sincerely.
"Okay!" Old Grete nodded and said, "Little Adams!"
Adams was so discouraged that he finally decided to ignore the matter.
He walked up to Old Gretel, first looked around cautiously, and after finding that no one was paying attention, he whispered furtively, "Mr. Gretel, you said that our new lord suddenly summoned us.
Do you know the reason?"
"That's easy. You can ask the lord in person." Old Gretel glanced at Adams and said.
"Mr. Gretel, please stop kidding me. How dare I ask him in person?" Adams cursed the old fox in his heart and said with a dry smile.
After a pause, Adams lowered his voice again and said, "I heard from others that our new lord is going to collect taxes!"
"And the tax is not low! I heard that the tax will be 50%!"
"Mr. Gretel, the Frost Moon is coming soon. You think, if 50% of the tax is taken away, how will we survive this winter?"
"Yes, how should we live?" Old Grete still looked like he was in a state of indifference.
Adams scolded Old Grete several times in his mind, and had to put on a smile like an old chrysanthemum on his face, and said straight to the point, "Mr. Grete, Mr. Grete, I know you have a good relationship with the big shots there. I think those big shots
I must have given you a hint, our tax..."
"Little Adams, those big guys have their own ideas, we just need to be ourselves!" Old Grete still said unhurriedly.
Adams was anxious, and even though he talked about this, Old Grete still didn't reveal any secrets.
"Mr. Gretel, Mr. Gretel, just tell me, just tell me. Please for the sake of my dead father, please for the sake of his friendship with you! If I didn't know today
If you do, I will definitely die of anxiety, Mr. Gretel!"
"Little Adams, why do you always know things that we shouldn't know? Sometimes, ignorance can make us happier!" Old Gretel sighed, feeling helpless at the gossipy character of his old friend's son.
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"But, Mr. Gretel, I am not happy now! I will always be unhappy! Until I know! I promise, I will not tell it! Please, Mr. Gretel..."
"Mr. Adams, don't worry, he is just a child! We will survive this winter safely." Standing behind Old Grete, his eldest son, Great Grete, a young man with a little arrogance on his face, suddenly
Chime in.
The name "Child Baron" spread not only in the city of Patras, but also to the small village of Nisei.
After hearing Big Grete's words, Adams felt a lot more at ease.
But Old Grete had a sullen face, a sharp light flashed in his cloudy eyes, and he yelled at his eldest son, "Who told you to talk nonsense?"
You are full of vitality, but you don't look as weak as before?
Big Gretel didn't take it seriously. He felt that his father was getting older and his courage had become weaker.
He met Old Grete's gaze, puffed up his chest slightly, and said disapprovingly, "Father, the big shots in the city are saying that he is just a child. What are you afraid of?"
"Whether he is or not, that is the game of those big shots, not what we should talk about. Now, shut your mouth. I won't allow you to speak until darkness falls."
Old Gretel's remaining power was still there, and although Old Gretel was still aggrieved, he had no choice but to close his mouth, snorted secretly, and looked away.
Old Gretel's other son, Little Gretel, who had been silent all this time, quietly raised his smile, and then, it disappeared in an instant!
"Old Gretel, hehehe, the older you get, the less courageous you become. I can no longer see your courage!" A strong man with a beard on his face passed by. After hearing their words, he walked over to
In front of them, he interrupted angrily.
His waist is as thick as two big Gretels!
"The third son of the Potter family!" Old Gretel turned back to look at the big man and said in a cold tone.
But Adams became enthusiastic. He patted the big man on the arm and said with a hint of envy.
"Jacques Porter, you have become stronger!"
"Haha, eat more to grow faster! Adams, you have to eat more to grow strong and powerful like me!" Jacques Porter said proudly.
Adams immediately remembered the old Porter's sad face because of the food, and his heart trembled.
He can't afford it!
If Jacques Porter hadn't relied on his physical strength and often blackmailed other villagers to get food, would he have grown up to this point?
Make a village bandit!
It’s just that no one in the village can beat him!
This makes him even more arrogant!
"I just heard you talking about the new lord's tax collection, right?" Jacques Porter said in an unobtrusive voice, a little loud.
Adams' face turned pale, and he hurriedly pulled Adams' sleeves and said, "Keep your voice down. Aren't you afraid that the lord and the others will hear it?"
"Haha...a child, a few followers...what's there to be afraid of! It's not enough for me to fight alone? According to me, as long as he wants to collect taxes, our entire village should unite and let him know that our village
Difficulties!" Jacques Porter clenched his fists and said excitedly.
"Let's go. I'm old and hard of hearing. If I'm late, I won't be able to get to the front of the queue." Old Gretel said suddenly, and then left with his family.
As soon as Old Gretel left, Adams didn't dare to stay. He smiled dryly and said to Jacques Porter, "Jacques, let's go too!"
After saying that, he took his whole family and left in a hurry.
Jacques Porter was left standing there.
Watching them leave, Jacques Porter showed disdain in his eyes and said, "Useless old dog! Even a child is afraid! Hey, I'm hungry again. I'd better go eat something first before I go there."
Not too late!"
"Where should we go to find food this time? Let's go to Smith's house."
With that said, Jacques Porter left in the opposite direction!