I really don't want to be a novelist

Chapter 343
"Poor Moore, just discovered this morning..."

"Lord, may you forgive Moore's sin of not cherishing life, let him return to your embrace, and enjoy peace forever."

Surrounded by residents of the surrounding villages, repeating prayers and words of prayer.

Little Hoss listened, a little subconsciously uneasy,
Standing on the edge and looking through the gap, I still squeezed in a little bit more.

In the middle of the crowd, Mrs. Milia was still half squatting, straightening Mr. Moore's soaked clothes.

"Mrs. Milia..."

Little Hoss yelled.

Mrs. Millia, who had kept her head down, raised her head and looked over.

"Little Hoss..."

In response, Mrs. Milia didn't speak to Little Hoss again.

Turning his head, he looked at the surrounding group of people who had been praying, pleading guilty, and reciting prayers,
"Neighbors, can you help me change my husband into clean clothes before burying him?"

"Melia, go get your clothes, it's time for Moore to change."

Someone answered, someone stepped aside,
Someone greeted Little Hoss,

"Little Hoss, you are still young, stop watching here."

Someone stretched out his hand and pulled Little Hoss away, pulling him away.

Little Hoss didn't turn his head, but looked at Mrs. Milia,
I saw Mrs. Milia stand up again, go to the house, and quickly took out a set of clean and dry clothes,

With the help of someone nearby, Mr. Moore was replaced.

Then, people carried Mr. Moore to the village cemetery for burial.

It was not the priest in the town who presided over this simple funeral, but Grandpa Gus in the village.

After witnessing this scene, Little Hoss was no longer in a hurry to work in the field.

Instead, he followed the crowd and watched Mr. Moore's burial.

During the whole process, Mrs. Milia was very calm, she didn't cry, and she seldom spoke.

But it should be uncomfortable, right?
Little Hoss watched from the side.

Under the auspices of Grandpa Gus, he said a sentence to accuse the gods,

Mr. Moore, who was changed into clean clothes, was put into the shallow pit dug with the help of the villagers.

Then covered it with soil.

Although Mr. Moore was drunk and drowned in the river, he did not offend the gods.

Grandpa Gus said that even before his death, Mr. More had a strong faith in the Lord.

So he was buried in the gathering place of the village cemetery, instead of being alone on one side like his father.

"...May More rest forever in the kingdom of the Lord."

At the end of the funeral, a wooden tombstone was erected, and Gus led the crowd to say the last prayers.

Little Hoss, who had been watching behind him, saw this and was about to leave.

Although he wanted to talk to comfort Mrs. Milia, Mrs. Milia might prefer to be quiet at this time.

Little Hoss looked at Mrs. Milia who was silent over there, and then turned around.

It's just that the funeral was over, and a group of people returned to the village, but they were still walking beside Mrs. Mi Liya, and no one left.

"Milia, I'm sorry. Although the husband who supported you has left and returned to the embrace of the Lord, you still have to live a good life."

"Ah."

"Melia, you and Moore don't have children yet. Hey, it's really..."

"What a nice person Moore is. He just likes to drink occasionally, but that's what he didn't expect."

There were people comforting Mrs. Milia along the way, but there were some words that made Little Hoss, who also heard it, couldn't help but look sideways.

He remembered Mr. Moore beating and scolding Mrs. Milia at night,
I don't know if there are any unhealed wounds and bruises on the face behind the face cloth that Milia is wearing today.

However, amidst the voices of the crowd, Mrs. Milia was silent and calm most of the time, just surrounded by the crowd.

I walked all the way to the yard of Mrs. Milia's house,
The residents of these villages have not left yet. Mrs. Milia stopped in the yard, and these other people also stopped in the yard.

Previously, it seemed to surround Mrs. Milia to comfort her, but now she stopped to look, but it seemed more like she was surrounded by Mrs. Milia unconsciously.

For a while, no one spoke, and the yard was extremely quiet.

Little Hoss, who had already picked up the farm tools and was about to work in the field, couldn't help but stop when he saw this.

The appearance of these people surrounding Mrs. Milia reminded him of when his father Medioc left before,
Little Hoss was a little frightened, irritable, and followed by inexplicable anger. Little Hoss turned around, facing the group of people surrounding Mrs. Milia, and clenched the farm tools in his hand.

But Milia, who was surrounded by other residents of the village, was still very calm, with her head down, silent all the time.

"...Milia, although Moore has passed away, life still has to go on. You are still young, you can try to find a suitable person to remarry...how about I introduce you to one, my nephew, He is an honest person, but he doesn't like to talk, and he is very boring..."

An aunt in the village spoke out at this time, with a smile on her face.

"My husband just died."

Mrs. Milia kept her head down.

Yes, someone else's husband just died,
Talk about remarrying people.

The aunt who spoke was a little embarrassed and said nothing.

But the people next to him followed closely and then talked again,
"...Milia, although the words are not very pleasant, you still have to make plans early. I don't think there are many fields in your family that have not been plowed yet."

"You are a woman now, and you can't farm. According to the Lord's will, the division of labor between men and women is different. If you remarry early, you may starve to death when the food at home runs out."

"Yeah, Milia, they are all old neighbors, and they all care about you... How about I introduce you to one in the village. It just so happens that you have a lot of land here, so you can take it and marry it. I can't bully you."

"I don't want to remarry yet."

Mrs. Milia lowered her head, shook her head and said.

The originally bustling courtyard became quiet again,
A group of villagers surrounded looked at Milia, as if they didn't know what to say, but they refused to leave.

"Then Melia...you don't have a man in your family, so what about the farming in the field? Is it left there like that? You and Moore have no children."

It was quiet again, and the aunt who spoke first spoke again.

Immediately after, the others beside him also started talking,
"Yeah, Milia, you won't be able to cultivate these fields in the future, what are you going to do with these fields?"

"Speaking of which, this was supposed to be a field reclaimed by the village and distributed to Moore, and now Moore has passed away... Mrs. Milia, you can't cultivate it either."

"Or, let's return it to the village again... Milia, I'll give you a bag of grain. It just so happens that your family has a field connected to mine."

"Milia, the land is the glory bestowed upon us by the Lord, we can't just waste it like this, it's a blasphemy against the Lord's gift."

Talking all over the place,

Little Hoss, who was a little uneasy, but at the same time angry and irritable, understood why these people were still surrounding Mrs. Milia and refused to leave.

They wanted Mr. Moore's fields.

Mr. Moore is dead, and Mrs. Millia can't work the fields by herself,

So these people wanted to take away all the fields from Mrs. Milia's house.

"What are you doing!"

Little Hoss was a little anxious and angry. He held the agricultural tools and shouted at the group of people,
Little Hoss's angry voice seemed to have torn off their fig leaf, making the crowd suddenly quiet.
It also makes few people suddenly realize what they are doing.

Little Hoss looked at the quiet crowd,
Looking at Mrs. Milia again, she was extremely anxious,

He didn't know what to do with Mrs. Milia,
Only Mrs. Milia was left alone, and she couldn't go to the field,
Even if Mrs. Milia is unwilling to give the fields to these people, these people will go to the fields to cultivate and harvest.

Then these fields have nothing to do with Mrs. Milia.

"...Milia, we are not trying to persecute you, but Moore has returned to the kingdom of heaven, but you are still alive. You still have to continue to live a good life."

"God has given us life, and we need to cherish life. God has given us a field to harvest food, and we cannot let it go to waste."

"These fields are in your hands, Milia, and you can no longer harvest food. Without food, how will you live, Mrs. Milia?"

After the silence this time, it was an older village resident who spoke,
"We are willing to give a bag of grain in exchange for Mrs. Milia, a piece of land that can only be abandoned."

"In this way, Mrs. Milia, you can persist in living until you remarry. You are still young, and you may be able to live a new life again."

Little Hoss listened to those people talking, and looked at Mrs. Milia.

Mrs. Milia, who had been silent for a long time, finally raised her head,
She looked at the people around her, and then at Little Hoss.

"...I am going to adopt Little Hoss, and he will be my child from now on."

"He was able to continue farming those fields that the Lord had given him for his family."

Mrs Millia said.

Little Hoss was stunned, and so were the residents of the village surrounding him.

That's right, Little Hoss is the only one left in Hoss's house, which seems to be just right.

At this time, the residents of the village turned their attention to Little Hoss again.

"Little Hoss, would you like to?"

Mrs. Milia showed some smiles at Little Hoss.

Little Hoss looked at Mrs. Milia, hesitated for a moment, then nodded,
"I am willing to be adopted by you, Mrs. Milia."

"But . . . I owe a lot to Mr. Raleigh."

"It's okay, I'll help you pay back together."

Little Hoss agreed to be adopted by Mrs. Milia,
Someone next to me wants to say something,
When he heard Little Hoss' second words, the person next to him who wanted to speak stopped speaking.

Mrs. Milia finally showed some smiles on her face, and responded to Little Hoss.

The surrounding residents of the village just stopped for a while, and then someone spoke again.

Someone speaks to Melia, someone speaks to Little Hoss,
"...Milia, can you take care of Little Hoss?"

"I don't need care. I can take care of Mrs. Milia."

"Little Hoss... Although you can go to the field to cultivate, but some of your own fields have not yet been cultivated. Do you still have time to cultivate the original fields of Mrs. Milia's house? The season of cultivating crops is about to pass .Why don't we help you cultivate, but we will take some grain when it's time to harvest."

"...God will take care of me."

Little Hoss said so.

No one in the nearby village spoke.

It's just that they are still surrounding Milia and Little Hoss, refusing to leave.

It was so quiet in the yard.

At last,
It was Grandpa Gus, who presided over Mr. Moore's funeral, who spoke again.

"...Then since Milia has adopted Little Hoss, and Hoss can go to the fields to cultivate, and the fields will not be abandoned, so let's all leave."

Little Hoss raised his head and looked at Grandpa Gus,

Grandpa Gus was as gentle as usual.

"With God's testimony, Little Hoss will be the next child of Milia."

Finally, under the words of Grandpa Gus, the residents of the surrounding village finally left one after another.

Waiting for everyone to leave, Grandpa Gus stayed till the end,
Smiling, he said to Little Hoss and Mrs. Milia,

"I think everything is God's will, so that you can re-form a family. Little Hoss lost his father, and Melia, you lost your husband."

"I hope, Little Hoss, you don't waste the field left by Moore, and I also hope that Milia will take good care of Moore and grow up well."

Grandpa Gus left after speaking.

Little Hoss stood where he was, holding the farm tools tightly in his hands, looking at Grandpa Gus who was walking away.

There was still some ignorant doubt in his eyes.

……

Why did Gus help Little Hoss,
Is Gus a kind person?
From the beginning to here, Professor Voss, who has watched it several times, has a very clear understanding.

No, Gus isn't helping Hoth Jr.,

He's just asserting his and the church's authority.

Since the inhabitants of the village want to strip Mrs. Millia's fields in the name of God and the Church,

After Mrs. Milia had Little Hoss again, the residents of the village robbed Mrs. Milia's fields again.
violated the will of God and the church, and hurt the authority of Gus,

So Gus came out and spoke.

Protect your own authority and protect your own interests.

And this plot where the residents of the village wanted to seize the land of Milia's family after Moore's death,

Is it really just a tragedy that belongs to Milia?
In fact, this is obviously a tragedy for everyone in this plot.

They firmly believed that as a woman, Milia could not work in the fields,

Before Little Hoss agreed to be adopted by Melia, they never felt that there was anything wrong or hesitant.

They live, work, and even think according to the will of the so-called God.

There is never a way to get out of this category.

And what did this bring them.

At least in this plot, and in the previous plot, it reflects the most direct point,
That is to waste half of the labor force.

This is the first time Professor Worth has seen this plot,
But when I saw this, I still couldn't help diverging my thoughts,

Then I continued to look down,
Soon, I was immersed in the story again.

……

in the text.

Little Hoss held the farm tools in his hand tightly, watching the residents of the village walk away,
Then he turned his head and looked at Mrs. Milia.

"Mrs. Milia..."

Although he knew that Mrs. Milia wanted to adopt him,
And Mrs. Millia has always been very kind to him, but now Little Hoss is facing Mrs. Millia who has become a family member.
Still a little embarrassed and overwhelmed.

"It's okay...just call me that from now on. Or just call me Milia."

"Hmm...thank you, Mrs. Milia."

Little Hoss didn't know what to say,
He still doesn't know how to face this new addition to his family.

Mrs. Milia smiled at Little Hoss,

"Mrs. Milia... Can I still live here? I have been living in my father's room in Medioc."

Little Halston paused, and then said aloud.

"Of course... just like before. It's just that I will help you prepare a change of clothes and daily food. And you may need to hurry up and farm."

Mrs. Milia said to Little Hoss.

"Well...then I went to the field?"

Little Hoss asked.

"Well...there's some black bread at home, you can take it, I made it last night, and there's some soybean soup..."

Mrs. Milia went back to the house, put some food and water in the basket, and handed it to Little Hoss,

Little Hoss looked around, and saw that there was much more than what he had brought to the field every day to eat.

Looking at the sun in the sky, it has indeed been delayed for too long,
Little Hoss hurried out the door with the basket in hand.

Mrs. Milia was still standing in the yard, watching Little Hoss gradually go away, and then she returned to the house.

(End of this chapter)