Chapter 58: .GowkTown （二）

Five o'clock.
The door was knocked loudly, and Sharia opened the door impatiently, and it was indeed Tris again.
She brought breakfast this time. The braised quiche was served with her own fresh milk. Sariya swallowed it perfunctoryly, and the quiche was baked, giving off a disgusting taste. He hated battered things the most, and Tris ate the rest of his batter frugally, praised him satisfactorily for getting up early, and told him to go out a few words.
Summer is here and there is a lot of miscellaneous farm work.
Crowder hired five distant relatives to work, plus two concubine helpers, the manpower was still insufficient. A few days ago, because of the high quality, low price, and good reputation of the farm stuff, I signed a big order with the city, and I was very busy.
His wife, An Jielina, is the deceased old baron’s baby daughter, the current baron’s sister, and she has been in maintenance for more than thirty years. She dresses up every day, and everyone who sees her says that Claude is blessed. And married such a beautiful city man. But in the background, all the people in the town said firmly that she had brought countless green hats to Claude, and she could smell her anger across the two streets, as if they had all been caught on the scene.
In fact, Angelina sneered at her husband, a rough cropper, and never stepped into a "dirty" farm half-step, using her words to "smell the air stained with bacterial feces" and was sick.
Sending Talis away, Sharia whispered her fate in a whisper and went to the backyard to move the milk.
Before 5 o'clock every day, the farm helped the union put fresh milk in his backyard, but he pushed the door and saw a bright and noble image.
"Angelina!" Sharia piled up her smile, and gave the impatient woman a hug. "Why are you here?"
The woman was wearing the most popular floral dress in the city, wearing a trendy visor, and saw Sharia’s unstoppable happiness on her face, but she did not spare him in her mouth: "It’s slow, I’m leaving soon."
She is the full wife of Claude Dickson, Sharia's brother-in-law, and the sister of the baron, Angelina Dickson.
At this moment, the charming woman in her thirties has a charming smile, and Ren Sharia moves with some rude caress.
The young and beautiful 18-year-old boy with the brightest blonde hair and the clearest sky blue eyes, lying on her plump and arrogant chest with love and dependence, feeling shy at the same time, An Jie Lina could not help but feel proud And proud: the man whom all the women in the village like is worshiping under my unparalleled charm, and it is not beyond my palm!
But after a few energetic and awkward kisses, Sariya let go of her ruddy beauty.
Facing dissatisfied eyes, Sariya bowed her head sadly: "Sorry, my dearest sweetheart. I'm going to work first."
An Jie Lina was not satisfied, and she was embarrassed to say it, but she glared and sighed in a sharp voice: "How long have you not seen me? Every time I take the initiative to find you, do you have me in your heart?"
Her words were deliberately angry, and she also knew that Sharia would be irritable as soon as she was suspected. Sure enough, the beautiful teenager grieved red eyes: "How can you question my love for you? An Jie, I will definitely go tonight Looking for you, which promise did I fail? If I don’t work well during the day, my sister will train me again."
After being coaxed, An Jielina was not aggressive, she knew that the strong woman was not pleased, and immediately replaced her with a soft voice and comforted him: "Don't give milk, tired and pleased! I will help you Claude said."
Sharia shook her head as soon as she heard it: "Not tired, the big man doesn't work, what is it like to eat rice. Moreover, although the salary is not high, I also want to save money to buy gifts for you. Last time you told me that I like the latest Watch, I've been saving money."
An Jie Lina was excited when she heard it. She said that her old watches were tired of it last time, and Sharia remembered it! I don't care whether it's a lie. When I think of a young and beautiful lover who thinks of her like this, she wants to pay something.
Looking up at the rusty bicycle, it was so broken and distressed. Angelina took out her small leather wallet, counted three gold coins, and stuffed him: "Don’t be too harsh on me. I have so many watches. I want the same new ones. It’s you, the bike is so broken. It takes a lot of trouble to get a new one."
She thought about it for a while, and Sharia seemed to have a salary of ten gold coins a month, so frugal, and not save money for so long, right?
A moment of suspicion skipped, but looking at the young innocent face of youth and innocence, the little sudden doubt was dispelled.
Certainly not Sariya’s fault.
The stingy old lady of the Frante family must treat him harshly, confiscate his salary, or why can't two new bikes with gold coins be exchanged? His brutal and weak villager sister must also not be a good thing. Discipline him and train him every day. The cooking is still unpalatable. It's really pitiful to think about it!
Sharia pretended to give way, and only accepted three gold coins, and she was already happy.
He looked at An Jie Lina reluctantly, swaying her back, showing a cold smirk.
For a second, guilty emotions donated their hearts like never before-using An Jielina's feelings to cheat him to get money, but in fact, but thinking about it, there are other men without him. There are more objects, others are cheaper than him, and they are relieved.
Furthermore, Angelina is a baron's sister and sister, a farmer's wife, and she is rich in oil, and the money spent on a meal is a month of work for Sharia. What happened to him?
Returning home at night, the bicycle parking stall, under the dim moonlight, the wooden door seemed to be leaning on a person, and when he looked closer, it was his sister.
Tris had fallen asleep against the door frame, apparently waiting too long, her tired face was illuminated by the moonlight, revealing the extremely poor skin condition with macular spots.
She is a good sister. She thinks about her family and her younger brother. After her father died, she took care of the whole family, took care of her sick mother, took care of her younger brother, and devoted her most youthful and precious years.
But... Sharia scratched her head anxiously, so that he wouldn't come to him in the middle of the night?
His house was small, and his sister came to spend the night, and Sariya could only sleep on the sofa. The sofa has been around for a long time, and has no money to replace it. It is old and hard.
The frustration of losing money soaked in Sharia's emotions, and he kicked impatiently towards the thick and fat ass, waking the sleeping woman.
Tris fell in a stagger, awakened violently, blinked in a trance, and saw the younger brother, laughing embarrassedly: "Oh, look at me, I'm so tired, I fell asleep."
Just now my own actions seemed a bit excessive. But Sharia never admits that he was wrong. He pouted his mouth to cover his discomfort, and said impatiently: "What are you doing here? It's so late."
"Where did you go to play and come back so late? Have you been drinking again?"
"I..." Shariya said in a deep voice, retorting, disturbing the uneasiness, "how old I am, what can happen! I am not a woman, you don't care if I go out!"
Seeing his brother's attitude, Triss, who was tired and sleepy for a day, seemed to have a hand in her heart, which tightened her heart fiercely.
In the moonlight, Sharia's sharp beauty like the sun god's eyebrows and eyes were filled with irritability and impatience.
Even my younger brother... didn't wait to see me.
Sour emotions flooded Tris' heart, but she persevered, her sturdy body swayed, and then held the door frame, murmured: "Yes, you grew up..."
"So, what's the matter?" Sariya turned and opened the door, ignoring the standing woman, turning on the light, pouring herself a glass of white water, and purging it.
Seeing that Sariya hadn’t complained anymore, Tris’s discomfort weakened a little. She was used to her brother’s self-indulgence and indulgence. Since childhood, she was taught that she was a sister and wanted to let her brother.
Yes, I am an elder, and tolerating his willfulness is justified.
She sat on the sofa, pondering the words: "I... pregnant."
Sariya choked her mouth with a cool throat, and coughed for half a minute before slowing down. Tris quickly patted him on the back, distressed: "How old is he that he is so arrogant to drink a water!"
The blond boy grabbed Tris's rough hand in one hand: "No, are you pregnant? When?"
Therese smiled shyly and happily: "I haven't had enough time to eat these two days, so I went to the church to ask the priest. He said I was pregnant for at least two months."
Just because of this petty thing, come to him in the evening? Isn’t she pregnant? What is his relationship? Can't I say tomorrow?
Sariya was already restless in her heart, but she smiled pleasantly on the bright side, just like everyone's favorite.
He shouted: "Hey, hey, hey! Hey brother-in-law knows? This is his first child!"
People in the town are secretly rumoring that Claude Dickson has done too much evil. God has given up on him, and he will have no heirs in his life. Hearing such rumors, Claude fell a stool, throwing his anger all over the hired foreman, and then paid a few copper plates.
He was very concerned, and blamed Angela on all her faults, saying that she was an old hen who could not lay eggs, but she was a baron sister, and Claude dared not mention divorce. He can only marry his little wives one by one, anyway, he has money.
However, Claude was already over fifty, and the youngest wife was almost thirty.
Walking on the road, he always felt that the untouchables behind him were whispering, the streets and alleys were arguing about his problems, and then he laughed knowingly. He was full of gas, then returned home, closed the door, and vented on the little wives who would only cry.
At this time, An Jielina leaned against the door frame, sneered at him, saying that he was not good, that he was useless, that he was old and ugly, and that he was blinded before seeing him, like a cold and mean. Mourning bird.
Tris thought that my child's status at home would change with the birth of this child.
Sharia thought, this child is born, my sister is estimated to get more money.
At that time, the real reason why Talis married Claude was only known to her mother and Sharia.
Claude gave a large sum of gift money, 500 gold coins. The moment when the beautifully carved little gift box was opened, Jin Cancan's light almost flashed to the mother and son who had never seen so much money.
The mother immediately agreed to the marriage and bargained, saying that Talis was still a virgin, and dozens of people in ten miles and eight villages chased her, and said that her was so good that she would have a son. Claude added another one hundred gold coins, and promised to let Sariya do the easiest job with a high salary. The milkman gave her mother the satisfaction of marrying Triss.
But Mother, who comforted her grief and did not want to marry the violent old man, said, Claude gave a hundred gifts. You married and had to eat spicy and spicy before Trice stopped her tears.
My mother also said that Claude is the largest farmer in the town. He hires so many long-term workers. Even if you marry, the vegetables will not let you wash and live a rich wife. Most importantly, you don’t want to live a good life. You also have to consider your younger brother, Sharia, when she is married, and she has no money, who will marry the poor Clan Bell family? Do you have the heart to let your younger brother play bachelor at an age?
Early in the morning of the next day, Trisz came to ask Sharia to get up. With a basket in her hand, under her lace cover, she exuded the hot aroma of cumin, which was actually roasted leg of lamb that was only eaten during the festival. It was carefully placed on the coffee table.
"I told your brother-in-law that he was terribly happy," Teres rubbed her hands, her face indistinctly happy. "He is going to hold a banquet at night, and you eat in the past."
She didn't wear rough work clothes today, but a goose-yellow dress.
This seemed to be her skirt when she was a girl, and on her weathered and wrinkled face, the shadow of once youthful and bright appeared.
But she was strong and dark, and the bloated fat was wrapped in a skirt that no longer fits like a funny sow tied up.
Sharia casually spoke auspicious words and captured the words: "What a big party? Is it delicious?"
Speaking of this, Triss's eyes narrowed and she said flatly, "Knowing that you like Uncle Jim's craftsmanship, I asked Claude to ask you to cook. Last night, I killed the sheep and baked your legs first. Take it and eat lamb chops at night!"
Sharia gave a happy smirk: "It's still my sister who loves me the most. I'm going to work, you have to take care of yourself!"
He pedaled his bicycle and drove away.
The warm greetings of the townspeople and the simple and happy smile, such as the frame-by-frame slide of the slide, passed behind him, and none of them came into his eyes.
A small beggar was kicked into a dirty puddle, several children laughed, and then tossed a moldy cake on him. The little beggar happily picked up the cake and ran away.
He wants money. A lot of money. Then get rid of the smelly and old mother who was paralyzed in bed, get rid of the rural ignorance of the village aunt and sister, get rid of this whole backward and ignorant town.
After delivering the last bottle of milk in Baron's Mansion, he held a gold coin in his hand and his thoughts diverged.
As the night sank, the neon lights of Baron Street gradually rose up, reflecting the colorful night scenes, reflecting his idiotic little face in red and green.
He gave a fierce blow, and an insignificant line of sight was fixed on him. He turned back, and the tall housekeeper still stood there at the door of Baron's Mansion, staring at him with a strange eye.
Sariya awkwardly twitched her lips, saying hello.
The butler said: "Is there anything?"
He was unfamiliar with the housekeeper, and even if he met every day, it was only to the extent that he greeted each other and he responded casually.
The housekeeper had little insight, ignored his lukewarm attitude, and curiously said: "I heard people say that your brother-in-law has children, is it true?"
"Yes, my sister is pregnant and will go to her house for dinner later."
"Good news, you must take care of your sister."
Sariya kicked her bicycle and didn't want to talk to him any more.
When passing by the casino, the doorman gave him a huge smile: "Sally, don't you come here now?"
"Don't come first!"
When the wind and dust rushed to the rich and rich Dickson House in the east of the town, the night was completely darkened. Dickson House tried to imitate the momentum of Baron’s House, but it did not dare to build that big. About two-thirds of Baron’s House was large. The decoration was all the most expensive. The furniture was painted with gold paint everywhere. The sense of cheapness, everyone who passed by had to laugh for a while, Claude thought he was envious.
The doorman saw Sariya kicking the broken bicycle again, and looked disgusted at it. The next second remembered that this was the younger brother of Talis, who had a gold belly, and hurriedly licked his face to welcome him: "You are here."
Sharia rolled her eyes. The boy looked down on him. Now his attitude has changed drastically. He has a clear heart and only feels sick.
He crossed the doorman who bowed and bowed, and opened the door by himself.
Tris was talking and laughing with the other two concubines on the cowhide sofa, smiling with flowers, and the whole gum was leaking out. She hadn’t laughed like that for a long time, when she saw the red gum in the past, when Triss cursed her eyebrows and squinted at the street.
Seeing the baby brother enter the door, Talis quickly ushered in: "You can come! Everyone is talking about you, wait so hard!"
Sharia politely greeted the two young concubines, and showed a bright smile that all women could not resist: "Don't wait for me, I was delayed on the road just now, but no, I came here as soon as I was busy and gave my sister congratulations. "
In fact, it took another ten minutes before the kitchen smelled delicious. Dickson House is busy with farm work. The supper is very late, and Sharia waits for a long time before every meal.
It was early again this time, he leaned impatiently into the soft cowhide sofa and sighed comfortably.
Teres looked distressed: "The broken sofa in your house should have been changed. I'll talk to your brother-in-law later. Others don't know that my sister abused you!"
In the face of so many people being dismissed, Sharia felt unhappy for a while.
Broken sofa? That wasn’t what you and I bought for me, what options do I have?
But he only gave a cheerful smile: "It's great, or my sister hurts me."
Claude came out of the kitchen chef with a laugh, his fat body hung a fluttering little apron, which was funny. His signature big voice is very penetrating, and a few meters apart, it seems like a tweeter roaring in your ear.
"Sally, I told you a long time ago, I have something to tell my brother-in-law. It's nothing embarrassing, the family is so kind!"
The two concubines couldn't help but reconcile, as if they were familiar with him in the past, and how good the relationship was.
Irritability.
Claude's face was porcupine-like, black and rugged; the jealousy of the two jealous women's pointed-billed monkey gills could not hide jealousy; Triss's words were chattering, like flies lingering; and the long table tried to tease his security. Lina's unreliable feet...
Sariya's eyes narrowed impatiently, and her mind flashed a happy smile that couldn't be concealed when the doorman greeted him.
Damn it, the money-losing ghost smiled so happy, did it win again?
Thinking about it, the gold coin lying in his pocket seemed to be hot charcoal and began to glow and heat up.
I really want to leave this hypocritical place...
Dickson's house was immersed in a cheerful atmosphere, and he couldn't help laughing out the night sky from the inside of the house, accompanied by the hot aroma of lamb chops, teaching people passing by to curse the hateful landlord, but he couldn't hide his envy in his eyes.