God blessed, today's weather is particularly good.

Simon walked on the dirt road leading to the farmland outside the village, but always felt something was wrong.

"Ah, damn it," Simon slapped his head, "I had too much work last night, I was too busy and tired, and I actually forgot about Little Krein! I don't know where this kid went."

Simon felt a little guilty and looked around before he remembered that Little Crion had said that he had built a small shed in the woods.

At this time, a villager dressed in rags and dirty clothes was walking towards the woods with Mu Louzi on his back, as if he was going to pick up firewood.

"Hey! That..." Simon found himself not knowing what he was called, "The one with the basket on his back, yes, stop looking at it, it's you!"

"Ri'an, my master." The woodcutter stopped, looking at Simon who was walking slowly with doubt and alertness.

"Do you know where little Crion lives?" Simon looked at the weather-beaten, thin middle-aged man.

"When, of course, my master," the firewood picker swallowed, "the third left hand after entering the village north..."

"Stop going around," Simon waved his hand impatiently, "I have already sworn with my reputation to accept him as a servant so that he can have the ability to avenge his father. What are you hiding here?"

"I'm very sorry, my master, I remember it wrong. In fact, he is in the woods, so I'll lead you here." The woodcutter retracted his vigilance and took Simon on the muddy path leading to the forest.

"What's your name?" Simon asked as he walked.

"My name is Berg, Master."

"Why did you lie just now, or remember it wrong?" Simon was a little puzzled.

"To be honest, Master, Little Clein's father is my best friend. Before he died, he told me to take good care of Little Clein. But after losing the house, Little Clein wanted to go up the mountain to live by himself. My wife's stingy stinky woman also said that she didn't want Little Clein to live in our house," Woodman Berg sighed and continued.

"People in the village thought that Little Crène had gone out to wander, and they might have died in some corner. So at that time, I and the hunters in the village knew that Little Crène was actually poaching in the mountains."

"What about the hunter? The hunter didn't report Krishon to the tax collector?" Simon asked in confusion.

"The hunter himself was also a person who was extremely resentful of tax collectors. At the beginning, he didn't plan to report the tax collector who was as dirty as a boar's snot. Moreover, Little Crentine was also sensible. If he caught too much prey, he would hand it over to the hunter in the forest. So the hunter also liked it very much, cared about Little Crentine, and even gave him a roll of fur to keep him warm with the tax collector on his back."

"How did Little Krein spend the winter? Even if he has fur, it is not enough to withstand this terrible cold winter."

"Yes, lord, the weather was too cold later, so Little Crentine went to the Hunter's warm hut for help. The Hunter's house lived on the edge of the forest, a little far from the village, and there were basically no people visiting it. Later, I heard the Hunter tell me that Little Crentine was temporarily living in his house, so I sent a basket of firewood in my house."

Simon sighed that these villagers were like this. They were cold, cunning and vigilant towards the nobles and strangers. And they showed their simple side to those whom they recognized in their hearts.

The two entered the forest, surrounded by beech, oak, birch, pine and chestnut trees. The birds sang happily in this beautiful habitat. From time to time a hare popped out from the shrubs on one side, and there was a faint figure of roe deer not far away.

After walking for a while, the woodcutter Berg took Simon away from the trail in the forest and walked towards the dense forest on the left side of the road.

After crossing a stream, I walked for a while, and a small open space appeared in front of me.

In front of me was a small shed made of thick branches and animal skins. There was a small hay bed under the shed, and the little Clein was sleeping lying on it.

In front of the hay bed was a pile of extinguished bonfires, and there were a few greasy and slender branches scattered beside the bonfire. It seemed that little Klein, who had no iron pot, could only eat barbecue.

There is also an animal skin spread out from a shed made of branches on the right side of the shed, exuding a smell.

At this time, Little Crine, who was sleeping, seemed to hear the movement made by someone next to the camp, and instantly woke up. He turned over and picked up the little hunting bow and an arrow beside the bed, and pointed the two people on the side with the bow.

"Master Simon, Uncle Burger! Why are you?" After Krishen saw the person clearly, he quickly lowered the bow in his hand.

"Boy, the reaction is good, but if someone really wants to take your life, you have already gone to see God now." Simon looked at Clein with a smile.

"Little Klein, the master said last night that he wanted to accept you as his servant. Why did you run back to the shed to live?" Woodman Berg also spoke at this time.

"I saw the damn tax collector with my own eyes last night that was subdued by Master Simon, but when I saw that Master Simon was also very tired, I simply didn't cause trouble for Master Simon and slept here for one night." Little Clein said, put away his hunting bow and inserted the bow into a small homemade quiver with only a few bows and arrows.

"Then you pack up your things, go to the stream to take a shower later, and then go to my hunting villa to add a small bed." Simon smelled the strong sour smell from Little Clein's body, and knew that this child must have not taken a shower for a long time.

"Okay master." Little Krishon quickly responded.

Simon was a little surprised. Before Simon traveled through time, he had heard about the resistance of the Western Europeans in the Middle Ages to take a bath.

In fact, Simon made one mistake. People in the Middle Ages began to resist bathing, and even regarded bathing as a torture, after the large-scale outbreak of the Black Death. Before that, people still retained the habit of bathing.

The sun gradually rose and the forest became warmer. The woodcutter Berg said goodbye to Simon and Little Crentine and continued to fetch wood. At this time, Little Crentine also took a shower.

"Let's go." Little Kleinqing was carrying a baggage that was used as a skin.

"Your little bow was made by the hunter? Those arrows were also given to you by him?" Simon walked in front, pushing away the dense branches of the bush.

"Yes, Master, Uncle Bill, Hunter, is nice to me." Little Crine followed Simon's pace.

"Then have you learned some archery, hunting, and the ability to deal with prey from him?" Simon said with a smile.

"Of course, my master, Uncle Bill, also said that I have the talent to be a little hunter!" Little Crine said proudly.

"Very good, I can give you the right to hunt for me in my territory, so that you can continue to hone your archery skills and bring me fresh food." Simon thought that since Krishon had this talent, let him continue to train.

"But you can't lose your training in the future. A knight who can only shoot arrows but not dance swords will be rejected and despised." Simon continued.

"That means, will I have the chance to become a knight in the future?" Little Krishin asked with an excited look on his face.

"In this era of war, everything is possible," Simon smiled, "but don't think about the useless things every day. It's the bottom line to improve yourself."

The two continued to move forward.

"What is that?" Simon saw something intertwined with yellow and scarlet under the tree not far away.

When I got closer, I found that it was a roe deer that was gnawed out of recognition. The white bones were sticking to a small amount of unchecked flesh and blood that had not been gnawed out and were exposed. At this time, dense white maggots were already born, and some animal feces mixed with fur were also present.

"It's the trace left by the wolf!" Little Krein couldn't help but feel a little scared. He couldn't imagine what would happen if he didn't light a bonfire when he was camping in the wild one night and encountered a pack of wolves again.

Although wolves usually act at night and are afraid of the fire in the village, they are ultimately a hidden danger in the territory.

"It seems that I have to talk to the hunter Bill about what can be done to eliminate these evil wolves." Simon said on his own. He kept thinking about the memories of his previous life and the original owner, but did not find any knowledge about wolf hunting.

"If we can eliminate these wolves, we will have a few new wolf skins and can eat wolf meat!" Little Krishna thought it was very simple.

When the two walked back to the village from the forest along the trail, they happened to meet Elsa holding a large bundle of hay in their hands.

"Ri'an, my Master Simon," Elsa greeted Simon with a smile, "My father is going to Dorstenburg, and I am getting some hay for the horses that escorted the tax collectors!"

"Let's go together, and then go to the tent to get a bag of wheat bran. The poor pack horse was so thin that it was so thin that it would be too late to hold on to the fat tax collector and a strong militia. I have to give it some more feed to replenish it." Simon felt a little sorry for the horse. After all, horses were also a valuable property in this era.

"Okay Master Simon," Elsa leaned over and shaved little Crentine's nose, "Krentine, you are so fast, you haven't seen each other for a while and you're a little taller than before!"

"Of course, Sister Elsa, during this period, I went to the legendary giant country in the north, drank their magical potion, and grew taller in a flash!" Little Crine also joked.

"Just brag about your tyrant, hahaha!"

The three of them walked with laughter and laughter.

After Simon took out a bag of wheat bran from the tent, the three of them walked to the entrance of the village. At this time, the village chief and several young men were putting their packed bags on the trailer behind the pack horse. The front end of the trailer was Fox, the tax collector sitting face to face with the taxpayer Fox and the militia Cairns.

"Master Simon, you're basically ready, now there's only the letter left. Please follow me to my study." The village chief took the hay from Elsa and put it in the trailer.

"No problem, village chief." Simon put the wheat bran in his hand into the trailer and told Little Crion to go to the hunting villa to prepare lunch first, and then followed the village chief into the house.

Simon first briefly explained the causes and consequences of last night's incident, and then told the tax collectors about their evil deeds in the village one by one.

The village chief dipped his quill pen in ink, first wrote out the title and Simon's full name in red ink, and then dipped it in black ink. Simon said something, and the village chief wrote something.

"That's all, lord." The village chief calibrated the letter last, rolled it up, and dripped it with sealing wax.

Simon pushed open the wooden door of the village chief’s house and walked out of the house.

The tax collector Fox, who heard the creaking of the wooden door, immediately turned his head, and his gloomy eyes looked straight at Simon like a vulture staring at his prey. At this time, he seemed to have returned to his usual arrogance.

"Little boy, don't say more, let's see." Fox grinned and showed his weird smile again.

The young men on the side seemed to want to punch the damn tax collector and kick it. If it weren't for the noble blood flowing inside him.

After a while, the village chief and his group officially set off. Stop and watch the figures of the group walking away on the dirt road. Simon knew that the biggest cancer in the village of Folde also disappeared.
Chapter completed!