I really don't want to be a novelist

Chapter 330 Tombstone
The night passed quickly.

Little Hoss woke up from his sleep, but he didn't go to the field with the farm tools to cultivate.

Instead, I searched through the house again and again, and found a suitable firewood scythe.

The wooden handle is about as long as the wrist to the elbow, with a slightly curved iron knife on the front.

Holding the woodcutter and scythe, Little Hoss went out.

last night,
He slept alone and had a dream.

Dreaming that he was back on the night his father died,
Blood was burning on his trouser legs, and he hid in the house with the door closed.

Outside the house was the sound of various people knocking on the door, Mr. Raleigh, Mr. Moore, and the priest,

There were even people in the village, surrounding the prayers of my father at that time,

In the dream, Little Hoss couldn't stop being terrified, staring at the drop of blood.

In the dream, the drop of blood gradually grew bigger with his fear, soaking his clothes bit by bit,

Dye him into a blood man, and then he saw blood dripping from his body,

He fell to the ground in fear,
But it seems to have replaced the father's position at that time,

Residents of the surrounding villages appeared, surrounded him, repeating prayers in fear,
And the priest in the church, looking at him benevolently, also said prayers to him.

Little Hoss was frightened and wanted to raise his hand, but found that he couldn't move.
I wanted to open my mouth to speak, but no sound came out.

that's it,
Until awakened from a nightmare by extreme fear,
Already covered in cold sweat.

……

Holding a sickle, Little Hoss went out along the road in the village,

All the way to the foot of a mountain on the edge of the village.

There is a cemetery for the residents of the village.

There is a certain distance between most of the graves, and the place is deliberately separated,
There is a new tomb, and there are no trees around the tomb, nor any vegetation.

All alone there.

Little Hoss stood there, watched, took a few breaths, and then walked towards the grave.

That is his father's grave.

Because his father had offended the gods and the Lord.

When the villagers buried his father, he was not allowed to stay with the graves of other residents of the village,
I am afraid that the tombs of other residents will be angered by the Lord and the gods.

He didn't dare to be too kind to Medioc's tomb, so he pulled out the green grass and cut down the green shade here.

Let the grave be exposed to the scorching sun.

At the same time, because he could not return his soul to the kingdom of heaven, he offended the Lord.

There was no tombstone standing in front of the tomb to represent the tomb of the Lord believer,

It's just such a bare grave, here alone.

Little Hoss looked around, then walked to the side.

Take the scythe to cut down the trees on the side of the mountain.

He wanted to fix a tombstone for his father.

Searching, Little Hoss found a tree,
Take a scythe and cut it down,
Although the sickle is not so smooth to use, his strength is not very strong.

But Little Hoss chose a bigger tree.

With some difficulty, Little Hoss took a sickle and hacked on the trunk of the small bowl with a big mouth.

The sound of felling trees is muffled,

The branches trembled with Little Hoss' movements, and the branches and leaves clattered against the skin of Little Hoss,

Little Hoss scratches when itches, takes a few breaths when tired,

After a lot of effort, Hoss finally cut down the tree.

Then shaved the leaves,

Hewed a log nearly as tall as he was,
I was holding another piece of wood, using the stripped bark, and tied it hard.

Little Hoss tried his best to tie the two tree trunks together with all his strength.
In this way, it becomes a simple tombstone.

Little Hoss took the finished tombstone and returned to his father's grave.

"Dad, the priest said, the Lord will forgive you, and you can return to the embrace of the Lord."

Holding the tombstone, in front of the grave, Little Hoss holds the stone, holds the sickle,

He smashed the finished tombstone, and inserted the tombstone in front of the grave bag little by little.

Already drenched in sweat and out of breath.

Looking back and forth again, Little Hoss picked up a sharp stone from the side.

On the tombstone he erected, on the bark of the stick, his father's name was scratched.

Medioc, Hawes.

are the only two words he knows,

One is his father's name and the other is his own.

Little Hoss climbed crookedly like this, engraving the name of his father Medioc.

"...Little Hoss...Little Hoss, what are you doing!"

Suddenly a voice came over, with fear and fear in the voice, shouting loudly,

Little Hoss turned his head and saw that it was Aunt Varina who was carrying the basket.

Aunt Varina is also a resident of the village, not far from Little Hoss's house.

At this moment, he was running towards Little Hoss in fear and horror.

"Little Hoss, what are you doing! Your father can't set up a tombstone, oh! You will offend the Lord by doing this!"

Aunt Varina said to Little Hoss fearfully and anxiously,
He was about to reach out to pull out the tombstone that Little Hoss had spent all morning erecting.

"I have already gone to church to pay the fine. The priest said that the Lord will forgive my father, and my father can return to the arms of the Lord."

Little Hoss stopped Valina,
Valina hesitated,

"Really? The Lord has forgiven your father? Are you able to erect a tombstone?"

"Yes, my father, Medioc, can return to the embrace of the Lord!"

"Huh... that's good. Little Hoss, you scared me to death. I thought, I thought... I'm afraid that you will offend the Lord and the gods again, so you will..."

Aunt Varinna breathed a sigh of relief, her fearful expression disappeared, and she bowed to Medioc's grave again.

"Is the tombstone ready, do you need my help?"

"No need, it's fine."

Little Hoss shook his head.

Aunt Varina nodded.

"Aunt Varina, what are you doing here?"

"Come and visit your brother Walker."

Aunt Varina said to Little Hoss.

Walker, Aunt Varina's first child,
But he died before growing up, and was buried here.

"Aunt Varina, go get busy."

Aunt Varina nodded and walked away.

Facing the tombstone, Little Hoss continued to engrave his father's name in a crooked manner,
Let this grave bag have a name and know it's Medioc's grave.

"...Father, I'm leaving. I'll come visit you tomorrow."

Facing the tombstone and grave bag, Little Hoss said aloud again, and got up to leave.

"...Little Hoss!"

Aunt Varina over there yelled loudly at this time,
"Are you hungry? Eat something? I have something to eat here."

"No, thank you Aunt Varina."

Little Hoss just left the grave and returned home.

I cooked some food at home and ate it. In the afternoon,
Little Hoss took the farm tools and went to the field.

He still needs to pay Mr. Raleigh's debts, and he needs to live,
These all need him to cultivate.

fortunately,

Although he is still young, he has followed his father to the fields many times,

He took the seeds from the house and went to the field.

In the field, facing away from the sun and facing the land, holding farm tools, farming little by little.

Sweat dripped from the cheeks at first, and then from the skirt of the clothes, all mixed in the soil.

Raising his head again, Little Hoss was a little dizzy, his feet and body were trembling,
After hiding in a shady place for a while, I returned to the field again.

So plowed all afternoon,

But far behind when his father was around,
He just planted a small plot of land with crops.

at night, come home,

Little Hoss was too tired to move, but his hunger forced him to bring out the leftover food at noon.

(End of this chapter)