Time Air Conditioner

In order not to give the opponent time to react, the Lord Zhaizhu immediately stood up after he finished the priest and swept his stern eyes at the elders:

"You don't have to persuade, it's useless to say more. When this disaster is over, I would rather fast for a week and take the nine-tailed cat (a terrible leather whip divided into nine strands with a hard object tied to the whip). Slap your back to make sure you are more pious than the ascetic monk. But now is not the time, you must listen to me to finish, and then listen to the order to prepare for war. Did you say it carefully? Is there anything else you don't understand?"

Millers, wealthy farmers, members of the chamber of commerce, woodland tenants... the elders of Kotweimel Village nodded like a chicken pecking an insect, saying that they had no objection; wearing Chinese clothes Although his face was as angry as blood sausage, he could only nod his head and admit defeat in the end, and he personally confessed that “it is better to be coordinated by the village owner for the war.

There were eleven of them in total, but they were easily overwhelmed by Gerard Chevalier. They were more honest than the rats who saw the big cat.The hostess looked at the group of elders and didn't waste a second. After smiling disdainfully, he began to give instructions quickly:

"Go back and inform each household that tonight, all citizens and soldiers of the town will bring their equipment to report. I will leave three teams to guard the village and repair the fortifications outside the wall by the way; there is one team left and follow me to Noble at night. Wat, look up what's going on!"

As soon as he said this, the little Albert almost cried out with joy.The other members of the petition team also sighed and sighed, as if they had been washed their feet by the Pope."Pray for you, good-hearted village master." Lucien, the old sheepboy, almost bent his waist at a right angle, so obediently that he kept falling out:

"You saved Nobleva. You saved Kotweimel. You saved all the people under the rule, as many as thousands of confused lambs.... Allow me to thank you, most Sincerely thank you, Nobleva will remember this grace forever, and the whole village, young and old, will certainly treat them with the richest banquet—"

"Roast beef! Strong cider!!! The pile of cheese wheels!!!" Isabella put down her handkerchief, no longer pretending to be reserved, the red face was filled with excitement:

"I'll lead you, respectable village master! Our family has always been the village head, and knows how to entertain the distinguished guests. You can take those soldiers with you and just enjoy it! By the way, there is a thank you gift, not to worry about it, I And my dad, have the livres ready early!"

Her rant was more exaggerated than setting fire, and the echo spread all over the hall, making people's ears roar.Little Albert felt so ashamed that he wanted to dig a pit and bury himself in; the village elders in Kotweimel, and the petition team from the other three villages, formed a small group and sang at the long table. Muttering, muttering, you don't have to ask what you say, it must be the village chief's daughter.

As for Gerard Chevalier...Although he has been in war for a long time and still has a sharp steel sword hanging from his waist, he faced Isabella who suddenly appeared and reached six feet , There was still a brief panic."Ah...thank you, it's too early to say. It's too early." He barely squeezed out a smile, took a step back to the candlestick, and then gently pushed away the supported Angli. :

"The team I brought was just for reconnaissance in the past, so I didn't plan to enter the village today. If you are lucky, you can find the gang of thieves at once, and you can understand things directly, and there is no need to go to Nobleva in the future."

"That's a shame." Isabella picked up the handkerchief, wiped the corners of her eyes with sadness, and even sobbed pretendingly:

"We have been looking forward to the host of the village as a guest. The whole village is looking forward to it! We want to entertain the soldiers so much, what a happy thing! You are so cruel, my heroic host, can’t serve you , We really are, we really are, oh oh oh!"

"Don't be sad. Miss, don't be sad." Gerrard glanced sideways at the priest, then quickly turned his head back, and stood up straight again with his heels together:

"There are many forms of service, and you will get the opportunity right away. For you, for Kotweimel, for all the folks in this area. Not only you, but Clooney, Kassel, Aigues-Mortes, come here All petition teams have a chance."

Raymond Janek raised his head suddenly, with the word "bad" clearly written on his face."Blue Fingers" François wanted to drag Isabella back, but when he heard this, his actions froze on the spot.After all, Lucien is very experienced. Among the petition team, only he responded appropriately."Isabella is right. It is the responsibility of all of us to wipe out the bandits and the Nobleva petition team is happy to help." The old sheepboy touched Albert's head, smiled bitterly, and walked forward to give another salute. :

"I implore the village owner to set aside the rations. After preparations are complete, we will start work immediately."

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If you want to drive the oxen and pull the plow, you can't let the animals have empty stomachs.Boss Gerrard obviously understood this reason, and agreed to Lucien's request on the spot (however, the old sheepboy said this thanks to Dr. Messier's previous reminder).

He was very generous. Not only did he allocate food to Albert and the others, but the other three petition teams also received supplies, including wheat, oats, peas, potatoes, carrots, and all the usual produce.In addition, he also offered extra gratitude to the Noblewa petition team, giving each person a loaf of white bread before departure, plus half an ounce of fresh butter.

The white bread has just been taken out of the public oven. The outer skin is scorched and the inner is soft. When you bite it into your mouth, it is like a cloud of sweetness.Butter is also fresh and comes from the owner's own ration; the square and delicate squares look soft and smooth to the touch. When you touch the bread, it is immediately scalded by heat to make a clear liquid. The milky aroma and saltiness are refreshing.

When Albert was at home, it was difficult to taste such a luxurious combination even for Christmas.With this big meal, the goat's milk cheese and salted fish pieces brought from the village became tasteless in an instant. He didn't even bother to untie the dry food package, and focused all his attention on the deliciousness.

He took a small bite and then swallowed, filling his mouth with delicious food.Obviously about to be choked, little Albert refused to drink the water and pushed the water sac back to Raymond twice in a row."Drink more and eat less." He stroked his stomach, his face full of happiness:

"It's delicious. It's delicious, it's so delicious!"

Upon hearing this, Lucien shook his head with a wry smile, and then continued to drive his bullock cart."Blue Finger" was sitting against the board opposite, the bird beak mask had already been taken off, and his mouth was full of white bread like Little Albert.