Chapter 1388： Recalling the beginning of change in the year

Black bread is just a common name, the real name should be bran bread. Although from the perspective of medical and health care, brown bread is recognized as an excellent nutritious food because of less protein and more dietary fiber. But this does not mean that the black bread must be delicious.

Just like the natural bark is sure to be healthier than the industrial processed food. Do you dare to say that the bark tastes better than the spicy strip? I believe that not many people will squint at this swearing. By the same token, no matter how many people are touting the nutritional value of the brown bread, they can't change this, that is the taste of the dark bread.

This bread, which contains all kinds of coarse grains and even mixed with wheat husks, is not only sour but also hard. In the Middle Ages, there were even examples of using this as a weapon. Of course, it is impossible to make the black bread the same as the medieval one. After all, at that time, you didn't know what those people would stuff into the dark bread. But in any case, even today, the taste of brown bread is still very bad.

This is a food that only people who are full of food, warm clothes, and who are beginning to pursue more will be willing to try. For the Latovinians who can't even satisfy their food and clothing, they obviously don't torture their stomachs for the so-called health. They choose not to choose a good white bread.

This is the geographical difference between different regions. As the old widow said, she has not sold black bread for many years. However, although this single business did not work, she enthusiastically promoted her other products. For an old woman who is guarding the strength of the bakery, there is a single business that is better than nothing. However, facing her enthusiasm. The customer just shook his head and said with regret.

"Sorry. Although your other works will be more delicious. But I only want to eat brown bread, which has a different meaning for me. Even though it is unpalatable like stinky mud."

"The bread I make is not mud, even the black bread." If you can't do business, the old widow naturally can't keep the kind of diligence. She began to mutter with some dissatisfaction. And this kind of mutter is to let the customer laugh directly.

"Of course I know, Ramayah. You like to add scorpions to the black bread. This is what I liked most at the time. In fact, many times I bought your black bread, I just want to pick the scorpion inside. For this, I was not known how many times I was hit by my mother."

If the former customer just made the old widow a little strange, then now, her curiosity has really spread uncontrollably. You know, she hasn't done black bread for more than a decade. It can be said that even the elderly in this city do not necessarily remember that she would add a small thing to the black bread. At the moment, this customer is so familiar with all of this, which makes her have to wonder if there is some deeper connection between them.

You can't imagine a lonely old woman's desire to get rid of loneliness. Therefore, knowing that she might be doing something inappropriate, she couldn't help but open the light and asked the customer who suddenly visited.

"You are? Are you? Sir, have we known before?"

She really wants to put this person in front of her in the memory of her existence, but when she sees the guest's elegant clothes in front of her eyes, it is different from the ordinary people's momentum. When she had already put it to her mouth, she couldn’t help but swallow it back. In the end, she can only hesitate to ask such a question. In the face of her problem, Victor said directly to her with a smile.

"Don't you remember me? Lamaiah. I am a little Dum, who lived with my mother in the small dum upstairs next door."

He said this, the old widow immediately found some already blurred impressions from her memory.

That is when the old lord who is not too **** is alive. The life of Latovinians is better than it is now. At that time, her bakery opened, and she and her husband, who had just married, run the store. The business is very prosperous, there are many guests visiting every day, and the gypsy witch living next door to the store is a frequent visitor to the store. She comes to the store almost every day to buy bread. Sometimes she is, sometimes her child.

She still remembers the appearance of the child. Although it is a little thin, it is very clever. I can please myself every day, and I will lie back and eat from my own. His favorite thing seems to be his own black bread. Although he always likes to pick and choose, but every time he picks the black bread is right.

In the memory, the old widow really has a hard time telling what kind of mood she is. After careful calculation, it was all over thirty years ago. For more than 30 years, everything has been a thing of the past. She has been dying, and the original child has become an adult.

The change brought by time is always the most embarrassing thing. Even the old widow is no exception. Facing Victor, who was completely different from her memory, she could only wipe her rough palms with restraint, and then hesitated to him with a look that he wanted to approach but did not dare.

"I really can't believe it. Little Dum doesn't, Mr. Dum, you actually came back. After so many years, you are already an adult. I heard about your story outside, like the lord and the prime minister. I praised your success. You are a big man now. I am really happy for you. I think your mother will be proud of you."

"Maybe. But she passed away very early."

These ordinary people will not know about their mother's affairs, and Victor is not willing to tell them about it. So he just mentioned it a little bit, and he opened the subject and said to her.

"It's you, Lamai, how have you been doing so for so many years?"

"I? I am fine, okay." I didn't think that Victor would turn the subject to his own body. The old widow couldn't help but show a bitter smile. "It was okay at the beginning. Later, Veneto died. I can only live in this bakery. The days are still rich, but with the death of the old lords, the new lords have issued a series of Decree. The days have become bad. Maybe I should listen to your mother that year, and leave here earlier. Maybe Veneto will not die, and I will not become what it is today."

As a witch, Victor's mother can slightly predict the future of ordinary people. When she apparently saw something, she would remind the old widow. Unfortunately, they did not put this in mind, and this led to her becoming the look of today.

Is it a complaint? The old widow did not mean this. She is just a little embarrassed and somewhat emotional. And facing her embarrassment and emotion. Victor just took her widowed veteran and then whispered to her.

"So why didn't you think about leaving here? If you want to leave, you should be able to do it. You know that life outside is much better than here. If you really leave, then you are better than here. Life is happier."

"Leaving? No, I don't want to be that much." Shaking his head, facing Victor's inquiry, the old widow just said calmly. "I have lived here since I was born. It has been fifty or six decades now. I am used to the grass and trees here, so really, I really can't leave here. It's you, Mr. Dum. Why are you coming back? You should know the status quo of this country. It is really not where you young people should stay. As you said, the outside world is better. The living environment. Here, you can only wait for me to die like this. So why are you coming back?"

"You still call me Dum, Ramaya. As for why I am coming back, I can only say that I have a reason to come back."

Shaking his head, Victor stood up and looked at the brightly lit castle outside the window. It was the castle that Latovinia’s lord passed down from generation to generation. Even today, today's lords have not abandoned it. Instead, it used a lot of money to make it a solid foundation and a fortress of great luxury. And such a fortress, and this sullen country, and this ruined city that is about to die are incompatible. At the very least, for Victor, this thing is really annoying. He almost wants to tear it down.

However, Victor did not do this, considering the acceptability of the people around him. But smiled and said to her.

"Lamaia. I am not planning to leave this time. I want to bring something different to my home country and my hometown. I want to let it break free from this dying state." Yes, I am sure, I want to bring new life to it. This is the purpose of my return. I want to change this country."

"You want to be an enemy with the lord?" It is hard to imagine that the little Dum would say such a thing, but in the face of the little Dum who said this, the old widow could not say anything. She doesn't know Victor because she knows only his past, not his present. But she knows that Victor is a smart boy. Since he has said this, he must be sure. In the face of such a situation, she can only hesitate, and then clenched Victor's hand.

"I don't know what you really want to do, little Dum. But I know that you are a smart boy. If you make up your mind, you will be successful. And this is what we are looking forward to. A Latovinian, we have been expecting such a change for a long time. If someone can bring it to us, we will do everything we can to support you. So, do it with confidence. Little Dum. Do what you want. The will of the Latovinians will bless you."

"I know, I will do it for you."

Needless to say, Victor has already taken the hand of the old widow and pushed the door out. This is only a brief rehearsal, and for his real purpose, this is only his beginning.

Latvia, it’s time to welcome a new life.