The heavy-duty horse with thick skin was unscrupulously eating the wheat in the farmlands by the roadside, and no matter how Mitchell and his daughter beat them, they had no idea of ​​moving forward.

Seeing this, Winters immediately stepped forward to help. He actually couldn't catch the car, but he could still walk forward with the reins.

When he arrived in the tobacco field, the coachman of the Mitchell family saw the second lieutenant leading the horse and hurried over to take over Winters' job.

Mrs. Mitchell thanked Winters with a smile, while Miss Mitchell almost buried her face in her mother's arm.

Seeing that everyone in the manor was working hard, Winters suddenly felt a little ashamed.

"I'll help with the work, but you must remember to pay me a salary," Winters quipped.

"I'm just about something I want to ask you," Mrs. Mitchell said with a smile. "Mr. Mitchell is on the west side of the grill. Can you ask him to be an assistant? He is using a reliable helper."

"Of course it's okay, ma'am." Winters stepped on the red mane and nodded and rushed towards the grill.

Before he could get to the place, Winters understood what he was doing.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! An attractive aroma floats in the air, the smell of barbecue.

A few dozen meters west of the tobacco house, Gillard and his old Dusak guys were busy.

Several huge arched wooden covers were buckled on the ground, and the fragrance and smoke drifted out from the gaps in the wooden boards.

A lifted lid next to it allowed Winters to see the structure inside: under the wooden cover is a large earth pit nearly one meter deep, with stones on the walls of the earth pit, and wood and charcoal fire at the bottom, which seems to be a temporary oven.

Seeing Winters coming, Gillard waved at him happily: "Come on! Help!"

When he arrived at Gillard, Winters understood why he used such a large "oven" - because this oven had to roast a whole pig at one time.

A whole pig was split into two fans from head to tail, spread on an iron rack, and it walked peacefully.

Gillard filled the pit with charcoal and wood, and six men worked together to lift the two pigs and iron frames onto the pit and fastened the lid.

A few pig cries came from a distance. Looking at the blood on the grass and the pigs in the wooden basin went into the water, Winters found that they were still slaughtered and roasted.

He counted and found that there were already six smoke-producing pits on the ground. There were at least twice as many pigs in the temporary pigpen not far away.

He asked in surprise: "Is it too much to bake this at one time?"

"If you invite someone to work, you must give them good food." Gillard's face was full of smiles.

Old Sergey was there, and he laughed and said, "The roasted pigs in Mitchell Manor are well-known. Not only the captain's house, but also the people working in other families will come over when they smell the smell, and they can leave the work."

"Tobacco harvest season is a rare festival." Another familiar voice came to Winters' ears: "Only this time of year can there be enough fuel and time to roast the whole pig. Boy, you have a good time. I don't know when will you be able to eat this next time!"

"Why are you here too?" Winters widened his eyes and looked at the old beg monk.

"Come and eat meat."

"Why didn't the person who carried the grill just now see you?"

Monk Reed replied for granted: "I can't lift it."

"Okay, I have to go to bed." Old Sergey yawned: "I'll come and change you later."

After saying that, Old Sergei ran not far away and found a flat place to lie down.

"Sleep for a while?" Wintersko had never seen such a scene before: "How long does it take to bake?"
Chapter completed!