Gillard Mitchell has been in Maple Stone City for almost half a month.

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

He accompanied his wife to the church to visit, to the theater to watch plays, and to explore the scenery on both sides of the Anya River, making up for many regrets when he was young.

However, as the days passed, this kind of life made Gillard Mitchell more and more uncomfortable.

He couldn't tell anything wrong, but he was feeling uncomfortable all over.

He even hopes that the Liberals Congress will be held in advance so that he can go home as soon as possible.

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

Scarlett entered the "big city" for the first time and was curious about everything he saw. He would slip out of his house every day and wander around the city. Although Amelie Mitchell was also a little uncomfortable, the company of her newlywed husband obviously made her happier; Ellen Mitchell was the least person to be worried.

Mrs. Mitchell's temperament and conversation made the "Maple Rock Lady" who came to make courteous visits and felt jealous, which also enhanced Pierre Mitchell's evaluation in the latter's heart, and made them regret why "Adminton Mitchell" got married so early.

However, Ellen never said a word to her husband like "Maple Stone City is better than Wolf Town."

Even, she was the only one who could understand Gillard'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 considerateness, Gillard felt ashamed.

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

Gillard felt guilty of his selfishness, but he didn't understand why being in Maple Stone City made him so upset.

Is it because of doing nothing?

But I have nothing to do in Wolf Town.

In the years before the turmoil, Gillard either went to the town office to sleep every day or walked his dog in his own manor.

Aside from hosting barbecue on Harvest Season and Festival Days, Gillard Mitchell is literally nothing to do.

In the days of being too leisurely, he naturally cultivated a brave and powerful Dusak into a country rich man who is happy all day long.

So much so that the father in Pierre's eyes has been a fat and fat person since the beginning.

The heroic figure of Mitchell, who was riding on the battlefield in the past, only realized through the words of others, but the latter was still skeptical.

After the manor land was allocated to the refugee farm, Gillard Mitchell stubbornly opened up half of the cultivated land in his backyard.

But he was old and could no longer work tirelessly as before, so only half of the newly opened land was planted with food and the other half, and some vegetables, fruits and melons were planted with mainly relying on the help of his daughter, daughter-in-law, old hired workers, and old comrades.

Gillard asked himself, the reason for "doing nothing" is not sufficient.

So, is it because the old guys are not around, which makes me feel lonely?

Not necessarily.

Although Gillard's old friend and his comrades are in Wolf Town, many of his sons and even grandsons are now in Fengshi City.

Blood Wolf brought out a large number of young people from Wolf Town, and those who were still alive had grown into core officers of the Tiefeng County Army.

I heard that the old Mayor Mitchell also came to Maple Stone City, and they all came to visit and almost broke the threshold of Pierre's residence.

It is no exaggeration to say that Rigiard has seen more guests in the past half month than in the past year.

Therefore, the reason for "no relatives" is not solid enough.

What really makes Gillard Mitchell feel uncomfortable in Maple Rock City may be a reality that he is unwilling to face deep down:

In Wolf Town, he is the highly respected mayor and the famous Dusak. No matter who meets Pierre, he will say "this is the son of Mayor Mitchell." However, in Maple Stone City, he is just a "country landlord" from a small border town. No matter who he meets, he will be introduced "this is the father of Aiden Mitchell."

Once upon a time, the youngest son caused trouble, so he had no school to go to and had to serve his lifelong military service, which made Old Gillard unable to sleep at night.

Now, the youngest son has made his mark and has entered the class that his father has not entered, and his future is even brighter, and Old Gillard feels a little lost.

Joy and sad, relieved and lost, proud and self-righteous, Mr. Mitchell couldn't understand the taste.

The only thing that could comfort Gillard was that his daughter and son-in-law finally came to Fengshi City.

The couple also specially brought their daughter who was learning to speak in order to let Gillard meet his granddaughter.

The joy of family invisibly diluted the depression that was stifled in Gillard's heart. When playing with his granddaughter, Gillard even thought unconsciously that it was worth it to pass away like this.

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

The feeling of depression brought to Gillard by Maple Stone City has never been truly eliminated.

So when Mr. Mitchell took off his hat from the hook again and tiptoed out the door, Ellen used his eyes to stop his eldest daughter who wanted to call on his father.

Until her husband thought he was unaware and disappeared outside the door without realizing it, Ellen said, "Let him go out and relax."

"But..." Fani stopped talking and reminded her mother tactfully: "Dad must be back very late."

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

...

As soon as he left the house, Giladeton felt much more breathing.

He went to the stable first as usual.

Changsheng, who was locked in the horse's house, saw Gillard from afar, and immediately learned to bark happily.

Thanks to the Xinkendi Legion for his spare time, the supporting facilities in the Fengshicheng Officer's Residence Area are luxurious.

Not only was a large public stable built in the community, but a small racecourse was even opened in the river area where every inch of land was valuable, and it was specially equipped with orders.

In this way, officers do not have to keep their horses in their backyards, which are quiet and hygienic.

However, in Gillard's view, although the "men" built the stables well, the orderly soldiers sent to take care of the horses were all lazy - at least according to his standards.

But Gillard is not good at pointing out the arrangements of the "men".

Therefore, he did not complain to anyone, but just silently took out time every day to take care of his own horses and immortality.

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

While stroking Changsheng's neck, he murmured to himself: "Why do you have to bring you here? Isn't it great to let you run around in the countryside? Now, I'm so lucky to lock you in the horse house, and there is not even a person to accompany you."

Changsheng nodded while gnawing on the radish, as if expressing his agreement.

As the Blood Wolf's Love Horse, when the "Logistics Department" of the Tiefeng County Army was transferred from Vorne County to Maple Stone City, Changsheng was also taken to the provincial capital.

However, in recent times, Winters has been too busy. He mainly rides on carriages when going out, and even Changfeng doesn't ride much.

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

Fortunately, there is also Gillard Mitchell.

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

After saying that, Gillard rolled up his sleeves and started his daily "work".

He checked the horses' complexion as usual and confirmed that there was nothing abnormal in the horses; then checked the trough and confirmed that the "lazy eggs" did not feed the horses with a bundle of hay; finally, he fed the fresh water and replaced the old water from yesterday in the bucket.

After ensuring that the horses had enough food and drink, Gillard carried a shovel into the horse house and shoveled out the feces that the "lazy eggs" could not be removed in time.

Nothing in the stable was easy, but Gillard did it happily.

He waved the shovel, unconsciously hummed Dusak's vulgar little song, cleaned the horse houses with his hands and feet, and then re-layed the hay.

When the horse house was completely refreshed, Gillard's clothes were completely soaked in sweat.

He unbuttoned his shirt and sat slowly on an upside-down bucket, holding his knees and gasping.

The orderly sergeant responsible for managing the stables diligently brought beer to "Adminton Mitchell's father", and then quickly disappeared with tactfulness, leaving the stables back to this weird old man.

Gillard rested for a while and cheered up again.

He took the rope from the tool room, then led Changsheng out of the horse room and took it to the racecourse.

Changsheng, who arrived at the racecourse, was very excited. Gillard tied the rope and Changsheng's bridle together, and stood in the middle of the racecourse, so that Changsheng could run around the field.

Looking at the agile and light gait of Changsheng, Gillard couldn't help but complain about the blood wolf, and he was a little satisfied.

"It's great that I'm a foal that I have cultivated! Unfortunately, I'm locked in the horse house every day and will be destroyed sooner or later." Gillard thought to himself: "Fortunately I'm still there."

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

Gillard estimated that he could wait for a while before he could try to prepare a saddle for the immortals and carry out some basic training.

"But now." Gillard looked at the immortality who was having fun in the venue and thought to himself: "Let it run freely."

...

When Gillard Mitchell walked out of the stables comfortably, the sun had set west.

Old Mr. Mitchell looked at the sunset and made a bend under his feet. Instead of walking towards Pierre's residence, he made a bend under his feet and left the officer's residence through the side door.

As soon as you go out from the side door, there is the Anya River. Gillard walks down the river bank for a while, crosses the bridge, and then goes down the road for a while, and finally arrives in a lively street market.

Gillard walked slowly to the tavern on the street corner with guilt. After hesitating for a moment, he reached out to the door handle.

As soon as I opened the door, the familiar noise, the smell of strong alcohol and the smell of sweat came again.

When the owner of the tavern saw Lao Dusak enter the door, he immediately greeted him: "Are you here? Or is it the same?"

Gillard put two small silver coins on the counter: "Old look."

"It's going to be done soon." The owner of the tavern smiled and put away the silver coins, pointing to the west side hall: "A pianist comes today, you might as well change to the place to sit there."

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 Gillard followed the advice of the owner of the tavern, turned around and came to the West Side Hall, and found a place against the wall.

The tavern guy quickly brought him food and drink. There was nothing special, it was all very rough food: a plate of beans stewed with mixed beans, a large piece of hard outside, soft black bread inside, and a bottle of bad wine.

Logically speaking, Gillard Mitchell should not look down on what the guy brought him.

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

In the center of the west side hall, the pianist wearing an exaggerated hat finally tuned the Lute piano in his hand.

He cleared his throat, teased the strings, and as soon as he opened his mouth, his rough and loud voice scared the drinkers: "Muse! Please tell me the story of the scattered sun and ice, this story comes from the end of the sea, the countries in the north..."

Meanwhile, a handsome man dressed in blonde, sword and mercenary came to Gillard's table and asked politely: "Old sir, can I sit here?"
Chapter completed!