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Alas, our dear master, the grain crop is not very good. Well, my dear master, I reported something to you, so he walked up to Pinocchio with his hands spread out and bent over and narrowed his eyes to find a dead body in our land.
What’s going on here?
I don’t know, my Lord. Our good Lord is obviously an enemy at work. Fortunately, it’s near other people’s land, but to tell the truth, it’s in our land. I sent people to watch and warn our people not to take precautions when no one found out. In case I told the police chief that it was the same thing, and he gave you a cup of tea and rewarded you, my Lord would have pushed it to someone else, otherwise a dead body would be less than 200 rubles.
Mr. Binnochkin smiled at his manager’s flexibility and nodded again and again. He told me how capable he was, didn’t he?
At this time, it was already dark. Arkady Bavredge ordered the dining table to be removed, and hay was brought to wait on the servants. We made the bed and put the pillows on, and we lay down. Sofren indicated what to do the next day, and then he went back to his room. When Arkady Bavredge went to bed, he also talked about the excellent qualities of Russian farmers for a while, and told me that the farmers who were in charge of Biloff fields from Sofren didn’t owe a penny to rent a bellman and knocked on the banger. The baby obviously didn’t have enough selfless spirit. Somewhere in the room, we cried and fell asleep.
The next morning, we got up very early, and I came to prepare to go to Liabowo village. However, Alkatibavrech wanted me to see his territory, so he asked me not to go. I also wanted to see with my own eyes the excellent quality manager of Sofren, a statesmanship. He wore a blue dress and a red belt, and he spoke much less than yesterday. He looked at his master’s eyes smartly and carefully and answered questions properly.
We walked towards the threshing floor together with him. Sofren, a tall village head, was a very stupid person according to various characteristics. He also went with us to return Bao Fei to thank him. Ikey also joined us. This is a retired soldier with a very strange facial expression. It seems that he was shocked by something a long time ago, and he hasn’t recovered since then. We visited the threshing floor, drying shed, drying shed, board shed, wind mill, livestock farm, seedlings and marijuana fields. Everything is really in order. It’s the frustrated faces of farmers. I was a little confused. In addition to reality, Sofren also considered the beautiful ditches. Firecracker willows were planted beside the threshing floor. Crops were piled up. The paths were paved with sand windmills. The shape of wind letters was like a bear with a red tongue. Like a Greek gable, the wall was covered with white powder. In this life, I have seen a lot of typos in the inscription of Shibi Gefu Village, indicating that this person has no literacy.
Alkatibavrech told me about the benefits of servitude rent in French when he finished his feelings, but he also said that servitude rent is more beneficial to the landlord, so let him say whatever he wants. He gave the manager advice on how to grow potatoes and prepare animal feed, and so on. Sofren listened to the owner and said different views, but he no longer called Arkatibavrech a good master or benefactor, and stressed that they might as well buy some more. Well, you can buy them. Alkatibavrech said, just in my name, I don’t mind. After hearing this, Sofren didn’t say anything about smoothing his beard, but now he still went to the Woods to see Arkady Bavrech, and said that people immediately brought us horseback riding, and we rode towards the Woods or our place, often saying that we walked towards the restricted area.
What we saw in this restricted area was an extremely secluded and deserted scene, so Alkatibavrech praised Sofren and patted him on the shoulder for forestation. Mr. Binnochkin was the Russian advocate. He immediately told me a story that he thought was very interesting. He told me a humorous story, which proved that the forest was not cut down more and more densely, but in other ways, Alkatibavrech of Sofren did not object to the new method. As soon as he returned to the village, the manager took us to see him recently. It’s really good to order a grain winnowing machine from Moscow, but Sofren knows how unpleasant things are waiting for him in the last leg of the trip, and his boss would rather we stay at home together.
After such a thing, we saw the scene from the shack a few steps away from the door. Three ducks were playing anxiously in the shack. There were two cultivators next to the shack. One was a 60-year-old man, and the other was a 20-year-old guy. Both of them were wearing patched linen jackets, barefoot and tied with ropes. Ikey thanked Baofei and worked hard with them. If we delayed in the shack for a while, he would persuade them to leave, but when he saw us, he straightened up and did not move. Long also here with his mouth open, holding his fist inexplicably, Arkady Bavrech frowned and clenched his lips, and went to two people who asked for audience, and they knelt down silently towards him.
How do you want to find me? He asked sternly with a nasal voice. The two cultivators looked at each other and didn’t speak. They narrowed their eyes like avoiding the sun, and their breathing became rapid.
Hey, what’s going on? Arkady Bavrech asked again and immediately turned to ask Sofren which one this is.
Is Toboleyev home manager slowly replied.
Hey, what’s the matter with you? Arkady Bavrech said again, why don’t you have tongues? Tell me what you want. He nodded his head and said, Don’t be afraid, you idiot
The old man straightened his dark brown wrinkled neck and turned blue, and his lips hoarse. He said, Sir, let’s talk, and the young man knocked on the head again. The young man also knocked on the head. Arkady Bavrech looked at the back of their heads with dignity and dignity, and held his head high and split his legs.
What’s going on? Who are you suing?
Come on, master, give us a break. It’s killing us, old man. It’s hard to say
Who is bothering you?
It’s Sofren Iacov Richie, my Lord.
Arkady Bavrech was silent for a moment.
What’s your name?
My name is Master Antip.
Who is this person?
This is my son, sir
Arkady Bavrech was silent for a while and smoothed his Hu.
Hey, how on earth did he torment you to death? He looked at the old man through Xiao Hu and said
Master, you have ruined my family. He sent my two sons to the army before their turn, and now he wants to send my three sons away. Yesterday, master, he took my last cow away from the yard and gave my wife a good beating. That’s him. He pointed to the village head.
Hum Arkady Bavrech snorted.
Don’t let our family ruin, benefactor
Arkady Bavrech frowned.
What the hell is going on? He asked the manager with an air of dissatisfaction.
This is the first time for a drunken manager to report this, and he replied that it was another lazy man who reported that he had owed rent for five years.
Sofren, Iacov, Richie paid the rent for me, my Lord. The old man went on to say that it had been paid for five years. Once I paid the rent, he treated me as a slave, my Lord.
Then why do you owe rent? Arkady Bavredge asked the old man, hanging his head. You probably drink and hang out in pubs every day. The old man opened his mouth to talk. I know you people, but Arkady Bavredge said angrily, go and you will only know how to drink and lie on the kang every day and let the well-behaved farmers work for you.
He’s still quite a non-talker. The manager put in a sentence in his master’s words.
Well, that’s not to say. It’s often the case. I’ve seen this situation more than once. I don’t talk about it all year round, but now I beg for mercy.
Lord Arkady Bavredge, the old man said sadly, please, let’s talk. Where am I? God can’t stand it. Sofren, Iacov, Richie, no, I, he, no, I’ll let the emperor talk, my Lord. Seeing that my family will be ruined, even this last one will burst into tears in the old man’s wrinkled yellow eyes. Please, my Lord, let’s talk.
We’re not the only ones. Young Hankou spoke.
Arkady Bavrech flew into a rage.
Who asked you? Well, if you don’t ask, you’re not allowed to talk. It’s a scandal to tell you not to talk. Well, it’s simply rebellion. No, man, I’m not allowed to rebel. Be careful. Arkady Bavredge took two steps forward, but he may think of my presence and turned his face and put his hand in his pocket. I’m sorry, my friend. He barely put on a smile and lowered his voice. He said that this was a bad thing. He didn’t look at the two plowmen. Go on. I will tell you to
Alkatibavrech turned his back on them, never satisfied. He said this through his teeth and strode home. Sofren followed him, and Dibao widened his eyes as if he was going to jump far away. The village chief blew the duck out of the puddle. The two cultivators looked at each other for a while and slowly walked home without looking back.
Two hours later, I was already in Liabowo, preparing to hunt with my familiar farmer Ambajist. Until I left, Alkatibavrech was still angry with Sofren. Ambajist talked about Biloff cultivators and Mr. Pinocchio and asked him if he knew the manager there.
Sofren, Iacov, Richie? He is.
What kind of person is he?