Brown bread is just a colloquial name, and the real name should be bran bread. Although from the current medical and health science point of view, brown bread is considered an excellent nutritious food because it has less protein and more dietary fiber. But that doesn't mean brown bread is necessarily good.

Just as nibbling on natural bark is necessarily healthier than industrially processed food, can you dare to say that the bark tastes better than spicy strips? I believe that not many people will say such nonsense with their eyes open. By the same token, no matter how many people tout the nutritional value of brown bread, they can't change that, and that's the taste of brown bread.

This bread contains a variety of coarse grains and even oatmeal husks, which are not only sour, but also hard. In the Middle Ages, there were even examples of this being used as a weapon. Of course, it is not possible to make black bread what it was in the Middle Ages. After all, at that time, you don't know what kind of mess those people would be stuffing into the black bread. But in any case, even today, brown bread still tastes terrible.

This is a food that only those who have nothing to do when they are well fed and clothed and who have begun to pursue more will be willing to try. And for the Latvians, who are almost unable to satisfy their food and clothing, they obviously do not torture their stomachs for the sake of so-called health, and choose black bread instead of good white bread.

This is a regional difference in different regions. As the old widow herself said, she hadn't made brown bread for sale in years. However, although the business did not succeed, she still enthusiastically promoted her other products. For an old woman who barely survives in a bakery, a single business is better than nothing. However, in the face of her enthusiasm. The customer just shook his head and said regretfully.

"I'm sorry. Although your other creations will be a little tastier. But I just want to eat brown bread, and that means something different to me. Even though it tastes like stinking mud. ”

"The bread I make is not puree, even if it is black bread." If she can't do business, it is naturally impossible for the old widow to maintain the same diligence as before. She began to mumble with some dissatisfaction. And this muttering made the customer laugh directly.

"Of course I do, Aunt Lamaia. You like to add hazelnuts to brown bread, which was my favorite thing to eat at the time. In fact, many times I bought your black bread, I ate it for the hazelnuts inside. I was beaten by my mother for this, I don't know how many times. ”

If the old widow's words had only made her a little strange, now her curiosity had really spread irrepressibly. You know, she hasn't made brown bread for more than ten years. It can be said that even the old people in this city may not remember such a small thing as she would add hazelnuts to black bread. And now this customer is so familiar with all this, which makes her wonder if there is some deeper connection between them.

You can't imagine a lonely old woman's desire to get out of her loneliness. So, knowing that it might be a little inappropriate for her to do this, she couldn't help but turn on the light and ask out loud to the sudden visitor.

"You are? You are? Sir, did we know each other before? ”

She really wanted to match the person in front of her with an existence in her memory, but when she saw the elegant clothes of the guest in front of her, it was different from the imposing style of ordinary people. She couldn't help but swallow the words that she had already put on her lips. In the end, she could only hesitantly ask such a question. In the face of her question, Victor said directly to her with a smile.

"Don't you remember me? Aunt Lamaia. I'm little Doom, and I used to live with my mother on the upstairs next door to you. ”

As soon as he said this, the old widow immediately found some vague impressions in her memory.

That was when the old lord, who wasn't too much of a jerk, was alive. Life in Latvia was much better than it is now. At that time, her bakery had only opened, and she and her husband, who had just gotten married, ran the small shop. Business is booming, and there are many customers who visit every day, and the gypsy witch who lives next door to the shop is a regular customer of the shop, and she comes to the store almost every day to buy bread. Sometimes it's her, sometimes it's that child of hers.

She still remembers the child. It's a little thin, but it's very smart. Every day, I can please myself and cheat some food from myself. His favorite food seems to be his own black bread. Although he always likes to pick and choose, he always picks black bread.

In memory, it was really difficult for the old widow to tell what kind of mood she was in now. If you do the math, it was more than 30 years ago. For more than 30 years, everything has become a thing. She is dying, and the child has become an adult.

The changes brought about by time are always the most embarrassing things. Even old widows are no exception. Facing Victor, who was completely different from what she remembered, she could only wipe her rough palm stiffly, and then said to him hesitantly with a look that wanted to approach but did not dare.

"I can't believe it. Little Doom... No, Mr. Doom, you're back. After all these years, you are already an adult. I've heard your story outside, and it seems that even the lord and the prime minister have praised your success. You're a big guy now. I'm so happy for you. I think your mother will be proud of you. ”

"Maybe. However, she passed away very early. ”

Ordinary people would not know about his mother, and Victor was reluctant to tell them such a thing. So he only mentioned it a little, and then diverted the topic and said this to her.

"But you, Aunt Lamaia, have you been doing well all these years?"

"Me? I'm okay, I'm okay. I didn't expect Victor to turn the topic to herself, and the old widow was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but show a bitter smile. It was fine at first. Later Veneto died. I'm just going to have to live on this bakery. Life was quite rich, but with the death of the old lord, the new lord issued a series of decrees. It's hard to get started. Maybe I should have listened to your mother and left here sooner. Maybe then Veneto wouldn't have died, and I wouldn't have become what I am today. ”

As a witch, Victor's mother can foresee the future of ordinary people a little. She had apparently seen something to remind the old widow of this. It's a pity that they didn't take this to heart at the beginning, and this has led to her becoming what she is today.

Is it a complaint? The old widow didn't mean it that way. She was just a little embarrassed and a little emotional. And in the face of her sighs and sighs. Victor just took her withered old hand and asked her in a low voice.

"So why didn't you think about getting out of here? If you want to leave, you can do it. You know that life outside is much better than here, and if you do leave, then you will be happier than you are living here. ”

"Leave? No, I don't think about it that much anymore. Shaking her head, the old widow just said calmly in the face of Victor's inquiry. I've lived here since I was born, and I've been living here for fifty or sixty years now. I'm used to all the grass and trees here, so seriously, it's really impossible for me to get out of here. It's you, Mr. Doom. Why did you want to come back? You should know the current state of the country. It's really not the place you young people should be staying anymore. As you said, the outside world is a better environment to live in. Here, you can only wait for me to die. So, why are you coming back? ”

"You'll call me little Doom, Aunt Lamaia. As for why I want to come back, all I can say is that I have a reason why I have to come back. ”

Shaking his head, Victor stood up and looked out the window at the brightly lit castle. It is a castle that has been passed down from generation to generation by the lords of Latvia. Even today, the lords of today have not abandoned it. Instead, a lot of money was spent to build it into a fortified fortress that was both impregnable and extravagant. And such a fortress is incompatible with this twilight country, and from this old and dying city. At least for Victor, this thing was too much of an eyesore. He almost wanted to tear it down.

However, considering the receptivity of the people around him, Victor did not do this. Instead, he smiled at her.

"Aunt Lamaia. I don't plan to leave again when I come back this time. I want to bring something different to my homeland, to my hometown. I'm going to let it break free from this drooping and decaying state. Yes, I'm sure I'm going to bring new life to it. That's what I'm coming back for. I'm going to change this country. ”

"You're going to be an enemy of the lord?" It is hard to imagine that the little Doom would say such a thing, but the old widow could not say anything in the face of the little Doom who said such a thing. She doesn't know Victor because she only knows his past, not his present. But she knew that Victor was a smart boy, and since he had said such a thing, then he must have been sure. Faced with such a situation, she could only hesitate, and then clenched Victor's hand.

"I don't know what the hell you're trying to do, little Doom. But I know, you're a smart kid. If you make up your mind, you will succeed. And that's exactly what we're looking forward to. As Latvians, we have been expecting such a change for a long time. If anyone can really bring this to us, we will do everything we can to support you. So, go ahead and do it. Little Doom. Do what you want. The will of the Latvians will bless you. ”

"I know, I'll do it for you."

Needless to say, Victor had already patted the old widow's hand, pushed open the door and walked out. It's just a brief flashback, and it's just the beginning for his true purpose.

Latvia, it's time for a new lease of life.