In order to quickly expand the financial strength of the child, Yin Rongrong opened up her own fat beef restaurant to join.

In Datang, there are people who want to get rich, and there are also many people who are looking for investment channels.

These people took a fancy to Yin Rongrong's project, after all, Yin Rongrong's restaurant can provide good mutton and beef.

As a mutton tycoon, Yin Rongrong's father switched careers to provide beef almost easily.

There is only one person who is dissatisfied, and that person is the father of Zhou Nanheng, a dead old man, who hardly asks for trouble for a day.

The old man was a talker, and every day he liked to drink a little wine and smoke some tobacco imported from all over the Americas.

For his son, Zhou Nanheng's various hobbies, this dead old man belittled him vigorously. It seems that in his heart, his son is not bullshit.

In fact, Zhou Nanheng, a person from the rivers and lakes, soon got on the line with Tang Zhaozong, and he also did a good job in Yin Rongrong's company, although it was impossible for him and Yin Rongrong to do so.

However, Zhou Nanheng, a person from the rivers and lakes, is still thousands of times stronger than his father.

Maybe when he gets home...... No, then I can't take care of it. He had to report it to his parents, and they would have Gilbert confess before a priest or some other witness; Then they had to plan to capture Count Bartholomew alive, which had to be done to-morrow, before Bartholomew had gathered too many warriors. However, William had yet to come up with a way to storm the castle without a long siege......

He was thinking discouraged that he might not be able to see even a moving woman for a long time, when a woman happened to appear on the avenue in front of him.

It was a group of five men, walking towards William. One of them was a woman of about twenty-five with dark hair, not much like a girl, but quite young. As she approached, William was more intrigued, she was rather pretty, her dark brown hair with bangs that hung down to her eyebrows, and her deep-set eyes that were focused and golden. She was slender, soft-curved, and had smooth, tanned skin.

"Wait a minute," said William to Walter, "leave the knight behind you, and I'll talk to them." ”

The group stood still and watched him alertly. They were clearly a family: a tall man presumably a husband, a tall young man who had not yet grown a beard, and a pair of skinny children. The man was a little familiar, and William was startled and remembered. "I know you, right?" He said.

"I know you," said the man, "and I know your horse, for you and your horse almost killed my daughter." ”

William began to remember. His horse didn't step on the boy, but it was very close. "You were building me a house," he said, "and when I fired you, you demanded payment, almost threatened me." ”

The man looked confrontational, but did not deny it.

"You're not so proud now," William said with a scornful snort. The whole family appeared to be starving. Today turned out to be a good day to settle accounts with those who had offended William Hamley. "Are you hungry?"

"Yes, we are hungry," said the builder in a gloomy angry tone.

William looked at the woman again. She stood there, her legs slightly spread apart, her chin raised, and she glared at him fearlessly. His ** was fanned by Alena, and at this moment he wanted to vent on this woman. She's going to be tough, he's going to be sure, she's going to struggle, she's going to grab you. It's more enjoyable that way.

"You didn't marry this girl, did you, builder?" He said, "I remember your wife, an ugly cow. ”

A shadow of pain crossed the builder's face, and he said, "My wife is dead. ”

"And you haven't taken this to church yet, have you? You don't have a penny to pay the priest. Behind William, Walter coughed and the horses moved restlessly. If I give you money to buy food," William said to the builder, teasing him.

"I will accept it with gratitude," said the man, though William could see that the whispering had hurt him.

"I'm not trying to give you a gift. I'm going to buy your woman. ”

The woman spoke on her own. "I'm not a betrayal, kid."

But Martha finds Jack particularly charming, and Jack seems to be very happy about having a child to play with this new life experience. Unfortunately, Alfred didn't like Jack, which Tom didn't expect, he thought that Jack was not yet an adult, and Alfred couldn't afford to despise him; But that's not the case. It goes without saying that Alfred is strong, but little Jack is smart.

Tom didn't want to worry about it. They're all kids. He has things to think about in his head, and he doesn't have time to quarrel with his children. Sometimes he quietly wondered if he would ever be able to find a job again. He might go on and on the road day after day, until they died one by one: one cold morning he found a child cold and out of breath; the other was too weak to withstand a fever; Allen was killed by a passing villain like William Hamley; Tom himself was getting thinner and thinner, and one morning he was too weak to stand up, so he lay down on the woods until he lost consciousness.

Of course, Alan would have left him before that happened. She would go back to her cave, where there was still a bucket of apples and a bag of nuts to sustain two people until spring, but not enough for five. If she did, Tom would be heartbroken.

He didn't know what was wrong with the baby. The monks called him Jonathan, and Tom liked the name. According to the monk with the cheese, the name means a gift from God. Tom recalls what little Jonathan looked like when he was born: red, wrinkled skin and a bald head. He's not the same now, a week is a long time for a newborn baby. He's grown up, and his eyes will be wider. Now he is no longer easily forgotten by the world around him, a loud noise will make him jump, a lullaby will calm him down. The corners of his mouth will curl up when he needs to burp. The monks probably didn't understand that he was panting, and thought he was really laughing.

Tom wanted them to take him well. The monk with the cheese gave him the impression that they were all good-eyed and capable people. In any case, they take care of him better than Tom, who has neither a home nor money. One day I will be able to become a master of a great project, and I will earn forty-eight pence a week plus a stipend, and I will donate money to that abbey, he thought.

They walked out of the forest and soon saw the castle.

Tom's spirit came, but he tried to suppress his enthusiasm; He had been suffering from disappointment for months, and he had learned that the greater the hope at the beginning, the deeper the disappointment in the end.

(End of chapter)