Iron Powder and Spellcasters

  Chapter 499 Rebuilding the Country (14)

  Girard Mitchell has been in Maplestone City for almost half a month.

  In the first few days, old Mr. Mitchell could still experience some novelty.

  He accompanied his wife to visit churches, watch plays in theaters, and visit the scenery on both sides of the Anya River, making up for many regrets in his youth.

   However, as the days passed, this life made Girard Mitchell more and more uncomfortable.

  He couldn't tell what was wrong, but he just felt sick.

  He even hoped that the Freemen's Convention would be held earlier so that he could go home as soon as possible.

  In contrast, other members of the Mitchell family are more adapted to life in the provincial capital than him:

  Scarlett stepped into the "big city" for the first time, and she was curious about everything she saw, so she must slip out of the house every day and wander around in the city;

  Although Amelie Mitchell also has some discomforts, the company of her new husband obviously makes her more happy;

  Ellen Mitchell is the last person to worry about.

Mrs. Mitchell's temperament and style of conversation made the "Maplestone Lady" who came to pay a courtesy visit feel jealous, which also raised Pierre Mitchell's evaluation in the latter's heart, and made them regret why "Adjutant Mitchell" married so early.

  However, Ellen never said a word like "Maplestone is better than Wolftown" to her husband.

   Even, she is the only one who can understand Girard's distress.

   "It's okay." Every night before going to bed, Ellen would hold her husband's hand in the dark and comfort her softly, "We'll be home soon."

   Faced with his wife's thoughtfulness, Girard felt ashamed.

  The youngest son's question echoed in his mind again and again: "Don't you think Mom prefers to live in the city?"

  Gillard felt guilty for being selfish, but he didn't understand why being in Maplestone City would make him so irritable.

   Is it because of doing nothing?

  But I have nothing to do in Wolf Town.

   In the years before the turmoil, Girard either went to the town hall to sleep every day or walked the dog in his estate.

  Girard Mitchell literally has nothing to do except host barbecues during harvest and festivals.

  The days of being too leisurely turned a brave and powerful Dusak into a happy country rich man all day long.

  Even in Pierre’s eyes, his father was a broad-minded and fat figure from the very beginning.

  Old Mitchell's heroic demeanor galloping on the battlefield back then, Mitchell only knew it through other people's words, and the latter still doubted it.

  After the manor land was assigned to the refugee farm, Gilad Mitchell stubbornly opened up half of the arable land in his backyard.

But after all, he is old and can no longer work tirelessly as before, so only half of the newly opened land is planted with food, and the other half is planted with vegetables and fruits, and the main support is his daughter, daughter-in-law and old man. Hired workers and old comrades-in-arms helped with the management.

  Gillard asked himself-the reason of "doing nothing" is not sufficient.

   So, is it because the old folks are not around, making me feel lonely?

  Not necessarily.

  Although Girard's old buddies and comrades-in-arms are in Wolf Town, many of their sons and even grandsons are now in Maplestone City.

  Blood Wolf brought out a large number of young people from Wolf Town, and those who are still alive have grown into key officers of the Iron Peak Army.

  I heard that the old Mayor Mitchell had also come to Maplestone City, and they came to visit one after another, almost breaking the threshold of Pierre's residence.

   It is no exaggeration to say that Girard has seen more guests in the past two weeks than in the past year.

   Therefore, the reason of "unaccompanied" is not solid enough.

   What really made Gilad Mitchell feel uncomfortable in Maplestone City may be a reality that he is unwilling to face in his heart:

  In Wolf Town, he is a well-respected mayor and a well-known Dusack. No matter who sees Pierre, he will say "this is the son of Mayor Mitchell";

  In Maplestone, however, he's just a "country landowner" from a frontier town who, wherever he meets, is introduced "This is Adjutant Mitchell's father."

   Once, the youngest son caused trouble, so that in the end he could not go to school and had to serve lifelong military service, which kept old Girard awake at night.

  Now, the youngest son has made a name for himself, and he has joined the class that his father failed to step into. The future is even brighter, and the old Girard is a little bit disappointed.

  Joy and sadness, gratification and loss, pride and self-contempt, the old Mr. Mitchell can't figure out what it feels like.

  The only thing that can comfort Girard is that his daughter and son-in-law finally came to Maplestone City.

  The couple also specially brought their daughter who was learning to speak, just to let Girard meet his granddaughter.

  The joy of the family has invisibly diluted the suffocation in Girard's heart. When playing with his granddaughter, Girard even thought unconsciously—it was worth it to die like this.

  But the stubbornness and stubbornness in his nature made him unable to easily admit defeat after all.

  The oppressive feeling that Maple Stone City brought to Girard has never really dissipated.

  So when old Mr. Mitchell took off his hat from the coat hook again and tiptoed towards the door, Ellen stopped the eldest daughter who wanted to call her father to stop with her eyes.

   Waiting until her husband disappeared outside the door thinking she was out of the blue, Ellen said, "Let him go out and relax."

   "But..." Fanny hesitated to speak, and gently reminded her mother: "Papa will definitely be back very late again."

   Of course Ellen understood her daughter's subtext, she held her eldest daughter's hand: "Don't worry, I believe that Mr. Mitchell can take care of himself."

  …

  As soon as he left the house, Girard suddenly felt much easier to breathe.

  He went to the stable first as usual.

  Chang Sheng, who was locked in the stable, saw Girard from a distance, and immediately started to bark happily like a dog.

  Thanks to the New Reclamation Legion for their spared no expense, the supporting facilities in the officer’s quarters of Maple Stone City are luxurious.

   Not only is there a large public stable built in the community, but even a small racecourse has been opened up along the river where every inch of land is expensive, and there are specially assigned orderlies.

  In this way, the officers don't have to keep the horses in their own backyard, which is quiet and hygienic.

   However, in Girard's opinion, although the "gentlemen" had built the stables well, the orderlies sent to tend the horses were all lazy people-at least by his standards.

  But Gillard is not good at giving instructions to the arrangement of "Masters".

  So, he didn't complain to anyone, but just spent time silently every day to take care of his own horses and longevity.

   "Eat, eat." Girard took out a washed radish from his pocket and fed it to Changsheng.

While stroking Changsheng's neck, he muttered to himself: "Tell me, why did you have to be brought here? Isn't it good to let you run around in the countryside? It's better to lock you up in the stable now." , not even a companion.”

  Chang Sheng gnawed on the radish and kept nodding, as if to express his agreement.

  As the beloved horse of the blood wolf, when the "logistics department" of the Tiefeng County Army was transferred from Wargne County to Maplestone City, Changsheng was also brought to the provincial capital.

  However, during the recent period, Winters has been too busy. He mainly travels by horse-drawn carriage, not even Chang Feng.

   As a result, Xiao Maju Changsheng also suffered from "neglect" and lost the treatment of the blood wolf shoveling manure with his own hands.

   Fortunately, there is Gerald Mitchell.

   After feeding all the radishes to Changsheng, Gilad wiped his hands and rubbed Changsheng's forehead lightly: "Greedy ghost, just eat one! I still have to work!"

   After finishing speaking, Girard rolled up his sleeves and started his daily "work".

As usual, he checked the horses' complexion to make sure that there was nothing abnormal about the horses; then he checked the trough to make sure that the "slackers" didn't feed the horses directly with the whole bale of hay; finally, he fetched clean and fresh water, Replace yesterday's old water in the bucket.

   After ensuring that the horses were fed and drunk enough, Girard entered the stable with a shovel and scooped out the excrement that the "slackers" hadn't cleaned up in time.

   Nothing in the stable was easy, but Girard enjoyed it.

  Waving a shovel, he unconsciously hummed Dusak's dirty ditty, and cleaned all the stables with his hands and feet, and then laid hay again.

   When the stables were refreshed, Girard's clothes were completely soaked in sweat.

  He unbuttoned his jacket, and slowly sat on an upside-down bucket, leaning on his knees, panting heavily.

  The orderly sergeant in charge of managing the stables graciously brought beer to "Adjutant Mitchell's father", and then disappeared quickly with wit, leaving the stables to this weird old man.

  Girard took a break and cheered up again.

  He fetched the rope from the tool room, and then led Chang Sheng out of the stable to the racecourse.

   Changsheng was very excited when he arrived at the racetrack. Girard tied the rope and Changsheng's bridle together, and stood in the middle of the racecourse by himself, so that Changsheng could run around the field to his heart's content.

  Looking at Changsheng's vigorous and brisk gait, Gilad couldn't help complaining to the blood wolf, but also somewhat complacent.

   "As expected of the foal I bred, it's great! It's a pity that it is locked in the stable every day, and it will be destroyed sooner or later." Gilad thought to himself: "Fortunately, there is still me."

  Changsheng has just entered the tenth month of his life, and his body is already taller than many adult horses, but the proportion is still the proportion of a foal—long legs and small body, which looks a little funny.

  Girard estimated that after waiting for a while, he could try to saddle Changsheng and carry out some basic training.

   "But now." Girard looked at Chang Sheng who was having fun in the field, and thought: "Let it run freely."

  …

   When Gerald Mitchell walked out of the stables comfortably, the sun had already set.

  Old Mr. Mitchell glanced at the sunset, turned his feet, and instead of going to Pierre's residence, he turned his feet and left the officer's quarters through the side door.

  As soon as you go out from the side door, you will see the Anya River. Girard walked downstream along the river bank for a while, crossed the bridge, and walked downstream for a while, and finally came to a lively street market.

   Feeling guilty, Gillard walked slowly towards the tavern on the corner of the street. After hesitating for a moment, he still reached for the doorknob.

  As soon as the door was pushed open, the familiar noise, the smell of strong alcohol, and the smell of sweat came again.

  When the owner of the tavern saw old Dusac coming in, he immediately greeted him: "Are you here? Still the same?"

  Girard put down two small silver coins on the counter: "It's the same."

   "It will be ready soon." The owner of the tavern put away the silver coins with a smile, and pointed to the west side hall: "Today there is a piano player, you might as well sit there instead."

  Gillard shook his head and walked towards the east side hall where he usually sat.

  But the east side hall was very deserted today, so Girard followed the advice of the tavern owner, turned around and went to the west side hall, and randomly found a seat against the wall.

  The tavern clerk quickly served him food and drink, nothing special, just rough food: a plate of bean offal, a large piece of black bread that was **** the outside but soft on the inside, and a bottle of bad wine.

   It stands to reason that Gerald Mitchell should not look down on what the guys serve him.

  But for some reason, Old Dussac has always missed these things he ate when he was young, and would come to drink a bottle every day.

  In the center of the west side hall, the lute player wearing an exaggerated hat finally tuned the lute in his hand.

He cleared his throat, plucked the strings, and as soon as he spoke, his rough voice startled the drinkers: "O Muse! Please tell me! The story of the scorching sun and the ice, this story comes from the sea the end of the land, the kingdoms of the north..."

   At the same time, a handsome man with blond hair, a sword, and a mercenary came to Girard's table and asked politely: "Old sir, may I sit here?"

   [About Pierre's sister]

   [A book friend previously reported that he hoped that Pierre would not be forced to have a sister for the sake of the development of the plot]

   [Actually, this book friend thinks the same as the author]

   [I don’t want to write any extra characters, because there are already enough characters on the scene XD]

   [But Pierre’s sister didn’t force it in, this setting was there from the very beginning]

   [The Mitchell couple gave birth to three sons and three daughters, a total of six children]

[Among them, three died, and Pierre was the only son who grew up. Before Pierre, two boys and one girl died, and Pierre had a younger sister. Then it can be deduced that Pierre still has a sister]

   [This description is too unclear, it is the author's fault, it has been corrected in the original text, see Chapter 22 of Volume 2]

   [According to the concept of the right family at that time, Pierre’s sister married a free man]

   [Since it is a meeting of all free men, Pierre's brother-in-law, as a free man, should also be present]

   [So, Pierre's sister had to appear]

   [So the author did not give Pierre a sister in order to advance the plot]

   [But during the meeting of free men, if Pierre’s sister is not mentioned a word, the plot will have a BUG]

   [As for Pierre’s sister and brother-in-law, there is actually no special plot, so don’t worry XD]

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  (end of this chapter)