Don't mess with that dragon

Chapter 716 Guilt
"It was originally three pieces of black bread. On the way back, the smell was so delicious that I couldn't resist taking a bite. The taste was so delicious that I couldn't resist taking another bite."

Little York lowered his head and pushed the two and a half pieces of black bread in his arms towards his mother. His face was full of guilt, like a child who had done something wrong and was seeking forgiveness from his mother.

Two and a half loaves of black bread,
One of the pieces is already half missing.
Above the gap, there are neat tooth marks.

Little York is a sensible child. Since the death of his father, the labor force in the family has been missing a huge part, but the work has not decreased at all, and all the work has fallen to his mother.

Although there is not much that can be done, Little York still strives to do what he can.

Because he knew that compared to himself, it was obviously harder for his mother to go out early and return late, getting up early and getting dark.

People are too small to do heavy work,
Then go to cut hogweed, cut pasture, pick up branches, and make a small pile with great effort, slowly heading home bit by bit, until late at night, the clothes are wet with sweat, and the hands and feet are numb, but Little York endures. not talking.

After his father was beaten to death, as the eldest male in the family, he became more sensible overnight.

After coming out of the castle,
Little York's footsteps became extraordinarily brisk,

He knew that these foods should be taken home as soon as possible and handed over to his mother, who hadn't eaten for two days and had to feed the young siblings at home.

These foods are enough to feed the family for many days,
However, the wisdom of life taught little York that these delicious foods can be exchanged for more things, whether it is black bread or wheat, they can be exchanged with the wealthy miller in the east of the village for more and cheaper beans, and then You can eat longer.

In the past, the family seldom ate wheat. After [-]% of the harvested wheat was paid to the master, the remaining [-]% ​​of the wheat was used for next year’s seeds and to make black bread at the Harvest Festival. I traded cheap beans with a slightly wealthier family.

Beans have a high yield and are cheap. Although the taste is not as good as wheat, at least they can fill you up.

Little York doesn't know how to count, but he can roughly feel that if the three long pieces of black bread and the small bag of wheat are exchanged for beans, and the roots of wild vegetables picked from the wild, at least he can eat the first half of the month.

Along the way, Little York counted on his fingers in his heart, suppressing the hunger in his stomach.

But the smell of black bread,
It's really fragrant!
Little York held the three pieces of black bread tightly, for fear that they would fall to the ground. When walking on the road, the smell from the bread would keep rushing into his nose, making him even more hungry.

Stomach growling, there was a violent protest.

Or take a bite,

just take a bite,
Anyway, there are still three pieces of black bread and a small bag of wheat, so it should be fine to eat one bite.

in memory,

The taste of black bread that can only be tasted during the harvest festival, accompanied by the aroma of black bread constantly drilled into the nose, surged in his mind, causing Little York to salivate.

Finally couldn't help it,
He brought a piece of black bread to his mouth and took a bite.

Well!
So soft!

It smells so good!

So sweet!

A small mouthful of black flour is contained in the mouth, soaked in saliva, and the aroma of the rolled and baked wheat starch explodes on the taste buds, and through the decomposition of amylase, a faint sweet taste is produced. The unprecedented taste hits the hunger He was almost intoxicated by the taste of the rumbling little York.

Little York could only feel his footsteps floating, it was a kind of delicacy that went straight to the bottom of his heart, almost unforgettable.

Actually,
The village chief didn't add any condiments to these black breads, and the taste can only be regarded as mediocre. It is the most common black bread that tastes a bit bitter and rough when eaten by wealthy families who have eaten white bread.

but,

Who is Little York?

The son of a low-level serf, his father had passed away a few months ago, and his mother was the only adult labor force in the family. In addition to the six or seven-year-old little York, he also dragged a three-year-old brother and a little boy who was born less than half a year old. younger sister.

Poor, poor.

The bottom of the bottom.

The food in the day is a small handful of beans and wild vegetable roots boiled together into a green paste, the taste in it, even the livestock in the old man's barn are not willing to eat it,

The gentlemen's livestock eat plain boiled beans, occasionally with a little salt.

Even in these days, with the lack of food at home, it is difficult for Little York to even taste the boiled mush with beans, relying on some wild vegetables in the wild for support.

In this context, the black bread that can only be tasted during the holidays has naturally become the happiest delicacy in the mouth of Little York who has been hungry for several days!

This taste is a delicacy that people who have never been hungry can't understand anyway.

That mouthful of black bread was held in his mouth for a long time before he swallowed it with great reluctance.

however,
After taking a bite of black bread, not only did the stomach not calm down, but it added fuel to the fire, and the feeling of hunger became more intense.

irresistible desire,
Little York couldn't help but took a second bite,

followed by the third mouth
Little York knew it was wrong to do so,
He should have taken all the black bread home and traded it to his mother for beans at the miller east, instead of just going into his stomach.

The guilt in my heart overflowed,
But the instinct of physical hunger made Little York unable to resist at all.

result,

Back home from the master's castle, only two and a half pieces of the three long pieces of black bread remained.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I shouldn't steal it, but I really can't help it"

Little York lowered his head, his eyes were a little red, he never looked at the black bread on the tattered table with a broken foot, and said in a low voice.

Looking at the son full of guilt in front of him,
Monia felt a pain in her heart,
This child has been sensible since childhood, especially after her husband passed away, she has matured a lot overnight.

When he went out to work early in the morning and late at night, Little York took his toddling younger brother and his younger sister who was babbling on his back at home to mow pasture on the grass in the countryside of the village.

His hands were cut and his back was scratched with red marks, just to use the grass to go to the cowherd's house in the village to exchange for a little beans to subsidize the family.

When it was time to go to bed at night, the scars on his body were so painful that Little York could barely sleep,
But he never refrained from making a sound.

(End of this chapter)