I'm working on infrastructure in Xihuan

"In the end, we decided to select representative cases and adapt them into narrative poems or scripts, and hand them over to bards and local troupes for rehearsal and performance. Velveer is located in a remote place, and most of the performances are outdated and boring old jokes. I believe that new stories will come out." It will definitely be very popular in the future, and it can also be used to make people know some legal principles, so that they will not commit crimes and wrong things due to ignorance, which can be regarded as good deeds of enlightenment."

"The sky is high and the road is far away. I can't help but feel deeply sorry that I can't present the whole performance in front of Your Majesty and the two Highnesses. The following three cases are attached, which is lamentable and ridiculous. It is also an absurd thing that the imperial capital has never heard of..."

A thick stack of paperwork was turned over, and the man sitting at the top read it with gusto, with a pleasant and relaxed smile on his face, but he said: "Lu Xi is really good, sum up the paper well. It’s written like a travel novel, which makes people laugh when they read it.”

"You two brothers have to talk about him. You are both independent adults outside. You should be stronger. If you are wronged and sick, you have to write a page in two days. It's not me, a man from the Fenry Weddell family. Some boldness."

——But Lucy's surname is not Fenry Wedell anymore.

He is a man from the Velvet family.

Yes, you still sealed it yourself.

Luthers and Ruffal, who were sitting at the bottom, looked at me and I looked at you. It was rare for the two brothers to unify their complaints.

Besides, if you dislike it so much, don't show it to us, if it wasn't for Lu Xi who wrote them a letter saying that there is such a document, saying that he has done a little work in the territory and achieved a little result , I hope my brother (here must be referring to myself - Luthers/Ruffal's remarks) can take a look when he is free, they don't even know the existence of this year-end summary.

Talking about dislike and not showing them, is it the courage of the men of the Finley Weddell family? !

Pooh!

Luthers and Ruffal unanimously greeted their unscrupulous father aka Empire Emperor Willros, who bullied his son with power, and stared at the document in his hand with the same longing eyes.

Although Lucien often wrote letters to them after he left, chatting about Velveer's customs and current situation, but because Velvet was too cold, Lucien had been sick intermittently, and his physical strength could not support him to write too long letters. , basically one or two pages of short text, and when it was sent through teleportation magic, it was still wrapped in the wind and snow of the Northland.

The boy's style of writing is lively, as if someone is talking to them right in front of them. Perhaps at that time, the tip of his nose was flushed and he was wrapped in a thick blanket with a pitiful appearance. Curiosity and longing for the world.

The wind in Velvet is cold and dry, the snowflakes that fall are white and fluffy, the sky is vast blue, and the white river is filled with the warm light of the fire element. When the weather is fine, the air is sweet.

But Lucien really didn't mention to them what he did as a lord. The story of how he killed the consul was told to them as if he had been greatly wronged, as if a cat who was cheated out of its food was crying. Tears were pattering, and I read two full pages to them, because the writing was so good and contagious that they all felt distressed, wrote a long reply letter and packed a bunch of gifts to comfort Lucien, Almost impulsively set foot on the road to Velvet.

So, Lucien sent such a thick stack of [work] reports after a few months, and even wrote them a letter to tell them about this matter. "" "Must see it" "I'm so good that I can't help but read it" showing off, the cats and cats with sparkling eyes immediately appeared in front of their eyes, how could they not be so interested in this work report that they tried to monopolize it? His majesty the emperor who reported looked hideous.

However, there is no day when this man is not ugly. A man who can be a good emperor must not be a good father, otherwise he will not be able to harden his heart and put his two sons into the arena, forcing them and the forces behind them Fighting each other, no matter who wins, can weaken the power of foreign relatives and consolidate the rule, and can also choose the one who is more suitable to inherit the throne.

Luses and Ruffal have clearly understood this matter from a long time ago, and the forces behind them were also clearly arranged before they were born. Even if they don't want to fight, they are destined to be pushed to the point where they cannot coexist Sooner or later, you will have to decide whether you live or die.

Of course, if they have objections to His Majesty's arrangement and they have the ability to tear up the script, their father will probably bow down without regrets if he is overthrown, and happily use his own bones to pay for someone older than him. Competent and more courageous heirs pave the way.

This is the tradition of the Fenry Wedell family. Lucien, who is keen on playing house games, is a different kind. From the inside out, I am different from you. On the contrary, they are called to cultivate each other through years of different observations. There is a little connection that can be called family affection.

In terms of topics related to Lucien, they will be more like a family.

Specifically, the father shows off the beautiful report card (bu) of the younger son to the eldest son and the second son, and wants the younger son to act like a baby and think he is really cute, saying "you should take care of your younger brother when you are an older brother" Kind of ooc statement.

And the eldest son and the second son can whisper a few words without any scruples, it is shameless for the old father to swallow the letter from the younger brother, and try to snatch a few pieces of paper from the old father to see how beautiful the younger brother's beautiful report card is.

……

is really beautiful.

Lucien is very confident in his level of writing the year-end summary, and he is not worried that the "little" requests he put forward at the end will be rejected, so after he handed in the summary, he regarded it as what he wanted. Start directly pushing down the progress of the work.

But first of all, New Year's Eve is coming soon.

The lord is not a chicken crowing in the middle of the night. He knows the truth that if you want the horse to run, you must feed the horse first. At the end of the year, bonuses should be paid, bonuses should be raised, and wages should be raised. As a small leader, everyone greeted the holiday notice happily before the New Year's Eve.

In addition to assigning individuals to be on duty in the office for each department every day, they can have five days off before and after the New Year's Eve, which is enough for them to prepare supplies for the festival, reunite with their families, visit relatives and friends, and resume this busy work. The residual blood state caused by winter.

Think about their full work plan for next year, think about the devil's schedule of the lord's monthly summary and quarterly meeting, how can they survive the long years of next year if they don't take this opportunity to mend their little hearts.

The officials were on vacation, and the hard-working laborers on the construction site were all sent back.

Qiao An was a little at a loss when she heard "go back". Except for returning home once a month ago, she has been staying at the construction site and working hard. Sticking to the construction site, I only asked someone to bring a message to my parents that everything was fine.

——The experience of going back last time was only good when I first met my parents.

Her parents still disagreed with her working hard to make ends meet in the labor force. Even though she looked good and looked better than at home, and repeatedly explained that life on the construction site was not so terrible, her mother just hugged her and cried. Her father moaned at her, as if she had done something nasty and shameless.

In the village, there were also dirty rumors and gossips. Men and women who had nothing to do in the winter were thinking about dirty and nonsensical things. Joan was so disgusted that he chased people away with a mallet, screaming at the waist. curse back.

She didn't suffer, but she couldn't be happy at all. Lying at home, she just felt empty and cold, and couldn't help but miss the simple dormitory where more than a dozen people crowded together on the construction site.

The people who lived with her were widows or poor women who had been cast out of their homes, who were willingly or willingly stuffed into the labor team in order to make up the number of conscripts. Joan was the only little girl among them, and they sometimes excluded her. He also took extra care of her, and sometimes chatted with her about her husband, weeping so hard that she couldn't speak.

Women living in the village are like this. If there is no man in the family, they will be ganged up and bullied. If they have a man, their lives will be sad. Some of them are even driven by their husbands to do labor to save food for the family. Filled the husband's head.

Joan became more and more frightened after hearing this.

During the two days at home, her parents seemed to only worry about whether she could still get married—whether she was raped by a man on the construction site, or whether she did something shameful, how she lived on the construction site and how much she worked. Li Suo is so diligent that even the foreman praised her, how hard the work is, frostbite and cracked, she wants to cry in pain...

She had so many things she wanted to say, but she got an impatient "Okay, I know".

So Joan stopped talking...and didn't think about going back anymore.

She began to be afraid of "going back". The care and love of her father and mother became a nightmare that she trembled when she thought about it.

On the day the stewards organized labor to go back, Joan escaped.

She vaguely knew that running away and being caught would be a tragic end that she dared not imagine, and would bring disaster to her parents and family, but the fear of going back overwhelmed the fear of running away.When Joan realized it, she was already standing in the middle of an unfamiliar road.

Her shoes ran off, her feet were bruised from the cold when they stepped on the ground, and the soles of her feet were covered in blood, but she couldn't feel anything.

Joan looked around blankly, she was as small as a snowflake in the desolate wilderness.

As soon as the wind blows and the sun shines, she will disappear into this world.

The icy air squeezed into Joan's lungs, freezing her blood.Joan's head was dizzy, she only knew to move her legs forward desperately, she didn't know where the road was going, and she didn't know where she was.

——She only knew that she had fallen, and she could never stand up again.

The setting sun was slowly falling towards the horizon, which was the direction Joan was walking forward. There was a vague music sound in the distance, and Joan vaguely guessed that it was someone singing a prayer song to send off the new year.

Reunion, happiness, happiness...

Everything that the world yearns for is like a nightmare chasing her.

Joan exhaled a puff of white air tremblingly, and in the blurred vision of the mist, she saw the shadow of a galloping horse appearing on the other side of the road.

"Little girl, why don't you go home, what are you doing here?"

The horse stopped beside Joan, and the master on the horse asked her.

The rider might be blond, as bright as the sun.

Joan had heard this voice before. It was the voice of the steward who asked her questions when she was doing labor.

"I……"

Joan tried to open his mouth, but his voice was so weak that he couldn't hear it clearly.

"I ran away..."