When you concentrate on your work and don't have too many twists and turns, you will find that time flies by quickly.

When Charles returned to God, there were less than twenty days left in 1929.

He was standing in front of the hotel door, waving his right hand amid the falling snow.

This winter it is very cold in the south, and the snow is much heavier.

Mins braved the snow to leave.

She turned around not long after she left the hotel, and when she saw Charles watching her leave in front of the gate, she waved goodbye.

There are so many things to promote the new school, she can't be remotely commanded here, so she chose a large church in the Principality of Milan with convenient transportation as her permanent office.

It was not long before her letter was sent, and she was encouraged by the reply that she agreed to complete this arduous project with her like snowflakes.

After listening to another suggestion from Charles and accepting a detailed proposal, Mins embarked on a new journey with confidence.

Returning to the small building, to the tea room, Charles made himself a cup of tea.

At this moment, he found an envelope on the table, and after picking it up, he couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

When the priests went out to preach, they would pay the renting landlord for food, and Charles naturally wouldn't charge her, so she quietly put it on the table.

Charles looked at the mischievous smiley face drawn on the back of the envelope and put it into the storage ring with a smile.

Mins, who was walking on the mountain road, seemed to feel something, and a sly smile flashed across his face.

At this moment, none of them thought that they would be middle-aged when they met again.

The small building became quiet. Charles sat quietly on the chair holding the teacup, taking a sip from time to time.

He was the only one in the building, and the two maids and sisters Cora and Cora were not here today.

For the poor, cold winter often means death.

Since December, the cemetery outside the city has had funerals every day.

An aunt who used to take care of Cora died last night from an illness brought by the cold. Her child came over in the middle of the night and told Cora and Cora about it, hoping that they could attend today's funeral.

Several neighbors came to the cemetery carrying thin coffins and a tombstone made of hardwood, and the sisters followed behind each carrying a bundle of firewood.

Everyone chose a place with thick snow on the edge of the cemetery, where there are no "residents" recently.

The adults shoveled away the snow in silence, marked a spot, and piled the firewood they brought on it with the little sisters.

The flames that soon ignited in the cold wind heated the frozen soil. Seeing that it was almost over, everyone used the surrounding snow to put out the fire. The unburned wood and charcoal were collected and brought home for heating later.

The ground where the ice had been burned was still soft, and the adults silently started digging the tomb with their tools. There was only the whistling of the wind and the sound of shoveling.

At a depth of almost two meters, they found a "resident" who had been here many years ago, so the new aunt lived "upstairs".

The soil was backfilled, the tombstone was erected, and everyone stood still for a moment in the cold wind.

The aunt's child whimpered and said a simple eulogy: "My mother is a good person. After my father no longer came back, she was the one who supported me..."

At this time, Cora and Cora wiped their tears again. After the death of their mother, their father and aunt's husband worked together in a small caravan, and they never came back after leaving once.

The people who attended the funeral took turns to say eulogy, without fancy words, just recalling one or two good things that happened to the deceased.

The cold wind was still blowing, and everyone came to the Temple of Death in the wind and snow to pray for the deceased.

In the far north, there are also people leaving.

In a wool mill in the Kingdom of Bischberg, a young man is packing his luggage in his room.

Vladimir has been in this factory for many years. He is the representative of the factory sent by Earl McGarden, and the factory can rely on him to get enough wool.

In the past, he looked like he was doing nothing, and he just checked the ledger in his daily work to ensure that the five-point share dividend of Earl McGarden would not be hacked, and then he was getting his salary.

When he had nothing to do, he simply started a small school in the dormitory area.

During the day, the workers' children learn to write, count, and draw at school.

Older children can also learn to play some musical instruments. Vladimir can use a lot of musical instruments, all of which are well-liked.

However, what interests the children the most is his riding skills. There is no animal with four legs that he cannot control.

At night, the students in the school were replaced by off-duty workers.

Those old and vulgar people who didn't know one big character before can now write and count one by one, and they have become organized when speaking and arguing.

It's just that Earl McGarden gave up the wool monopoly business this year, so the five points of shares made other shareholders feel unnecessary.

To the delight of those shareholders, the shares were to be sold, so they bought these shares at a premium and distributed them to the "share knights" of the factory.

Since the shares of Earl McGarden are gone, there is no need for Vladimir to stay here.

There are not many salutes he wants to take away, only some clothes.

He gave all the books sent from far and wide to the workers who love to learn, stationery and musical instruments were given to the children, and even furniture and bedding were given away. When you leave, someone will come and move.

There was a knock on the door, and the visitor was an uncle with a goatee, and this bed was given to him.

The uncle put a large bag of things in his hand on the emptied bed, and then said, "This is a little thought from us. Teacher, take it and eat it on the road."

The plastic slime bag is filled with hard-boiled eggs, scones, sausages, and dried beef.

These are all prepared for him by the workers. A little per family is enough for such a big bag.

Vladimir smiled and said to Uncle Goatee, "Thank you, thank you for helping me."

"Wait a minute, move the bed back."

"You are about to get married. You have to think carefully about everything you do in the future. Don't drink before going to work."

Uncle Goatee said with a blushing face: "In the future, the family's money will be in her charge. If I want to drink, I have to see her face."

Then he asked again, "Teacher, where are you going now, and will you come back in the future?"

Vladimir put the bag of food into the top layer of a huge leather backpack, and said at the same time: "A friend wrote to say that he is cooking, and I plan to go and sell duck necks with him."

"Maybe I'll open a shop in the downstream city, and you'll have to come here often."

"Definitely!" Uncle Goatee nodded again and again, "When the time comes, I'll go with everyone, just... just..."

He "is" for a long time, and finally said, "Can we still listen to your lecture? After listening to your lecture~lightnovelpub.net~ we understand a lot of truth."

Vladimir said with a smile, "Of course I can if I have a chance."

"But you have to remember that those truths are not spoken in your mouth. They are like screwdrivers and wrenches in your tool bag, which are used to help and guide work and life."

Uncle Goatee nodded immediately and said, "Yes, yes, the teacher is right."

"In the past, I always hesitated whether to use the money for drinking or marrying a wife. Now I know that marrying a wife is the main contradiction in my life, and drinking is a secondary contradiction. The main contradiction must be solved first..."

Vladimir laughed.

At this time, his salutes were all packed up. Seeing that he was about to leave, Uncle Goatee asked a little embarrassedly, "Teacher, that... hehe... I want to ask you to name my future child."

"No problem." Vladimir rolled his eyes, "It's called Dmitry."

After saying goodbye to the goatee uncle, Vladimir came to the horse pen and took out a pack horse and hung it on the sleigh.

Now that the river is frozen, it is much faster to travel on the ice than the mountain.

Turning back to take a last look at the busy wool textile factory, Vladimir went to the next task.

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