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"Touch the window cloth, it's all heated by the sun! Get up and work quickly, or you can lift your quilt. One, two, three--"

"Stop!"

Little Albert was surprised and annoyed, and quickly jumped from the floor.Because he was too anxious, he not only kicked the wooden pillow and felt heartache in his feet, but also lifted the quilt far away and almost fell into the ashes of the furnace.

"I blame you!" Little Albert grinned with pain, and pointed the finger at the second brother without thinking:

"It's already dirty, how can you cover it with ashes? I didn't get up, why are you shouting so loudly!"

"La la la la la ~" Jorri plugged his ears and deliberately rolled his eyes to make a face like the clown he had seen last year:

"I can't hear, I can't hear, just can't hear~ Someone is not going to work, and still yelling here; Someone is almost blooming, but still yelling here; Someone is going to be unlucky, still yelling here ——"

"Xiao Ruo! What is your ghost name?" Mrs. Lu Meng's angry rebuke came from the master bedroom separated by a wall from the main room:

"Don't bully your brother, hurry up and start a fire to cook the porridge! I have to breastfeed your little sister, so I can't help!"

Ruoerri immediately shut up and said "OK" very weakly.Little Albert didn't say much, and quickly put the wooden pillow down in the corner, lowered his head and started to clean the quilt.In Lumeng's house, the mother's authority is beyond doubt, as long as she speaks, the children have only to obey.Even the head of the family, Hubert Lumen, used his wife most of the time, and rarely contradicted his wife.

Huber is an honest man, this is the consensus of the whole village.He farms the land honestly, pays tithes honestly, and does the communal work in the village honestly. He usually doesn't have any bad habits. Even if he gets drunk during the holidays, he usually sleeps by himself.The honest people in the stories tend to get rich overnight because of adventures, but Hubert Lumen has never had good luck. He has worked hard for half his life, and in the end he just earns the next part of the family business.

The kind of simmering chicken that little Albert dreamed of can only be eaten throughout the year on major festivals such as Easter and Halloween.The quilt he was putting away was not as good as the custom-made products of the rich family.This piece is actually the leftover old cloak that Huber wore. It was patched up with rags and rabbit skins many times. Last winter, it was really impossible to wear it out again. It was only cut in half and left at home. Two sons.

This is the standard "make do with life".However, Zorri had no complaints about his father's arrangements.He is an apprentice blacksmith. He is fourteen years old this year, and he can help his master to nail the cattle.In another two years at most, he will move out and start a family and live his long-awaited happy life."Julie and Lucia both like me, they rushed to ask me out." During the winter, he once leaned back against the fireplace and boasted to little Albert:

"Camille ignored people on the face, and gave me a lemon cake behind his back. Yes, it's Camille from Watermill. Which Camille is in the village? What? Too fat? She is really meaty, but meat also has meat. The benefits of it, for example—I don’t understand even after I told you."

Little Albert really didn't understand.But he really wanted to understand it sooner.He actually envied the second brother, because Jorri was good at talking and joking. He was very popular in the village and was destined to live a better life than his father.In contrast, Albert is just an ordinary eleven-year-old kid, wearing an old jumper left by his elder brother, and playing with woodcut toys handed down from his great-grandfather-grandfather-daddy. Tonight, the days are always the same:

In the morning, work outside first, and then go home for breakfast.In the afternoon, help my mother with housework for a few hours, and then play a few hours of old games with children of the same age.In the evening, the family gathered around the fireplace, eating dinner, watching the sparks "swish" out of the chimney until the last bite of brown bread was eaten, and his father announced, "It's time to turn off the fire. Sleep!"

Since the age of 3, his life has been cyclical, almost unchanged.Little Albert did not sigh for this, because he was used to it.If all Frankish farmers’ sons kept complaining about their fate every day, then this great kingdom must have been submerged by bitter water long ago.

[Can only hope that a miracle will happen.At that time, I will probably become a knight or even join a family of hereditary wizards.But things like miracles...what do you think, go to work quickly.

Before his mother urged him, he took the initiative to enter the bedroom and took the chamber pot and sister's dirty diapers out of the long room.The former must be emptied on the dung pile, and the latter must be put into a straw basket and piled with yesterday’s batch.When my father went to work in the fields, he would take all these diapers away and wash them by the river during the lunch break.

Speaking of Huber, one thing has to be admitted: regardless of wind and rain, he is always the first person to get up in the family.When Albert was out, his father was squatting next to the pigpen, concentrating on sharpening his hoe.He was so attentive in his work that he didn't notice the arrival of his youngest son at all, and his eyes never left the tools in his hands.

"Clean water for the night is the best." Old Hubert murmured in his mouth while working.

"The cold air is heavy, the whetstone and the iron blade can be cured. More grinding, more rubbing, and regular oiling, so that there is no need to change for the last five years."

[If everyone saves like this, how miserable the second brother's business will be in the future.Little Albert complained in his heart, and tiptoed past his father, for fear of quarreling his father.He quickly dumped the dirty things, and then carefully cleaned his hands with sand, grass and stones; after confirming that there was no dirt on his arms, he nodded in satisfaction and went to the window to remove the clay pot with water.

Huber was in the jar, filled with clean water filtered by sand and gravel, and warmed it with his body in his arms.Little Albert raised his neck and drank the sweet water "grumblingly", feeling refreshed from head to toe, and the remaining sleepiness disappeared instantly.

Every morning, Huber will prepare water for him.This tacit understanding between father and son has been going on for several years.Thanks to his father's dedication, little Albert rarely had stomach troubles after he was 5 years old, and his health is among the best among his peers.In addition to him, the four hens and two rabbits in the house were also exposed.They are all fed by the little Albert. The owner's hands are clean, and their diet is also clean. Each small animal is fatter than the neighbor's kind.

Little Albert himself likes to take care of little chickens and rabbits.For him, this is one of the few beautiful and happy times of the day.