The Troublesome Hero Among the Heroes

When you concentrate on your work and don’t have too many twists and turns, you will find that time flies quickly.

When Charles came back to his senses, there were less than 20 days left in 1929 in the divine calendar.

He is standing in front of the hotel’s door, waving his right hand among the falling snow.

This winter is particularly cold in the south, and the snow is a lot heavier.

Mins left in the heavy snow.

She turned her head shortly after leaving the hotel, and saw Charles watching her leave in front of the gate and waved goodbye.

The promotion of the new school is a multitude of things. She is impossible to conduct remote control here, so she chose a large-scale church in Dukedom, Milan, which is convenient for transportation, as her permanent office.

It didn't take long for her letter to be sent out, and the reply letter agreeing to complete this difficult project with her floated like snowflakes, which made her very encouraged.

After hearing another suggestion from Charles and receiving a detailed proposal, Mins confidently embarked on a new journey.

Back to the small building, to the tea room, Charles made himself a cup of tea.

At this moment, he found an envelope on the table, and when he picked it up, he couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

When the priests went out to preach, they would give the landlord the lodging fee for food. Charles would naturally not charge her, so she quietly put it on the table.

Charles looked at the naughty smiley stick figure drawn on the back of the envelope, smiled and put it into the storage ring.

Mins walking on the mountain road seemed to have a feeling in the heart, and a sly smile flashed across his face.

At this moment, none of them didn't expect. When they met again, they were already middle-aged.

Xiaolou quieted down, and Charles sat quietly on the chair with his teacup, taking a sip from time to time.

He is the only one in the building. The two maid sisters, Cora and Cora, are not here today.

For the poor, the cold winter often means death.

Since December, there has been a funeral in the cemetery outside the city every day.

An aunt who used to take care of Kola during her lifetime died last night due to illness caused by the cold. Her child came over in the middle of the night to talk to Kola and Kola, hoping that they could attend today's funeral.

Several neighboring neighborhoods came to the cemetery carrying a thin coffin and a tombstone made of a hardwood board. The sisters each carried a bundle of firewood and followed at the end.

Everyone chose a place with thick snow on the edge of the cemetery. There are no "residents" in this area recently.

The adults shoveled away the snow in silence, marked a spot, and piled the wood they brought with the little sisters on it.

The flames that quickly ignited in the cold wind heated the frozen soil. Seeing that it was almost ready, everyone used the surrounding snow to put out the fire, and the unburned wood charcoal was collected and brought back later. Home heating.

The ground that burned the ice was still soft. The adults took the tools and started digging the tomb in silence. All around there was only the sound of the whirring wind and the sound of shoveling dirt.

At a depth of almost two meters, they found a "resident" who had been here some years ago, so the new aunt lived "upstairs."

The soil was backfilled and the tombstone was erected. Everyone stood in the cold wind for a while.

The aunt’s child whimpered and said a simple eulogy: "My mother is a good person, and it’s her who feeds me when my father doesn’t come back..."

At this time, Cora and Kola wiped her tears again. After the mother's death, their father and her aunt's husband went to a small caravan to work together, and they never returned after leaving.

The people attending the funeral took turns to say the eulogy. There was no flashy rhetoric. They just remembered one or two good things of the deceased.

The cold wind was still blowing hu hu, and everyone came to Death Divine Palace in the wind and snow to pray for the dead.

In the far north, there are also people leaving.

In a wool textile factory in the Kingdom of Bischberg, a youngster is packing his luggage in his room.

Vladimir has been in this factory for many years. On the surface, he is the resident representative sent by Count Megadon. The factory can get enough wool on the surface.

In the past, he looked like he had nothing to do. In his daily work, he also looked at the ledger to ensure that the five-point dividend of Count Megadon would not be hacked, and then he was paid.

When he had nothing to do, he simply set up a small school in the dormitory area.

In the daytime, workers’ children learn to write, count, and draw in school.

Older children can also learn to play some musical instruments. Vladimir will use a lot of musical instruments, all of which are used in a style.

But the most interesting thing for children is his riding skills. There is no four-legged animal that he cannot control.

At night, the students in the school were replaced by off-duty workers.

Those big bosses who didn't know one big character can now write and count them one by one, and they have become more organized in their speech and quarrels.

Only this year, Count Megadon abandoned the wool monopoly business, so that the five points of shares made other shareholders feel unnecessary.

Those shareholders are happy that this share is going to be sold, so they buy these shares at a premium and distribute them to the factory's "Knight".

Since Count Megadon's shares are gone, there is no need for Vladimir to stay here anymore.

He didn't have much salute to take away, only some clothes.

All the books he sent from far away were given to workers who love to learn. Stationery and musical instruments were given to the children. Even the furniture and bedding were given out. Finally, The remaining bed will be moved away after he leaves.

There was a knock on the door, and the visitor was an uncle with a goatee, and this bed was given to him.

Uncle put a large bag of things in his hand on the emptied bed, and said: "This is a little bit of our heart, teacher, take it to eat on the road."

The slime plastic bag is filled with hard-boiled eggs, pancakes, sausages and dried beef.

These all are prepared for him by the workers, and one bit per house is enough to make up such a big bag.

Vladimir smiled and said to the goat Uncle Hu: "Thank you, and thank you for helping me."

"Wait for you to move the bed back."

"You are going to get married. You must think carefully about what you do in the future. Don't drink before going to work."

The goat Uncle Hu blushed and said: "All the money in the family will go to her in the future. No matter, if I want to drink, it depends on her face."

Then he asked: "teacher, where are you going now and will you come back later?"

Fra Kimir put the bag of food into the top layer of a huge leather backpack, and said at the same time: "A friend wrote to say that he is cooking and I plan to sell duck necks with him."

" said Maybe I will open a shop in the downstream city. When the time comes, you have to come often."

"Definitely!" The goat Uncle Hu repeatedly nodded, "when the time comes, I will be with everyone Go, that's...that's..."

He "is" for a long time, and finally said: "When the time comes, can we still listen to your lectures? After listening to your lectures, we understand a lot The truth."

Vladimir said with a smile: "Of course it’s okay if you have the opportunity."

"But you have to remember that those truths are not in your mouth As mentioned above, it is like the screwdriver and wrench in your toolkit, which are used to help and guide work and life."

The goat Uncle Hu heard it immediately nodded and said: "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. The teacher is right."

"I used to hesitate whether to use the money to drink or to marry a wife. Now I know that marrying a wife is the main contradiction in life. To contradict, first resolve the main contradiction..."

Vladimir laughed.

At this time, his salutes are all packed. Seeing that he is about to leave, the goat Uncle Hu asked somewhat sorry: "teacher, that...hehe...I would like to ask you to help my future child A name."

"No problem." Vladimir rolled his eyes, "Then it's Dmitry."

After bidding farewell to the goat Uncle Hu, F Ladimir came to the stable, took out a pack horse and hung it on an ice sled.

Now the rivers are frozen, and driving on the ice is much faster than walking on the mountain.

After looking back at the busy wool textile factory for one last time, Vladimir rushed to the next task.