Misunderstanding

  The young girl explained excitedly, which made Arwade a bit embarrassed. Criticizing the girl's father in front of her was indeed very impolite. The two fell into silence for a moment, but Arwade soon thought that he should help this filial girl, so he hurried back to his own home. Laila watched as Arwade ran back down the path they had come from, shaking all over with fright, thinking she had offended the young noble.

  In medieval rural roads, the mud was generally impassable, and there were many weeds and forests along the way. In the dense wild grass and flowers, people trampled out a small path. Arwade ran on this path and often stepped into the muddy puddles, which made him very uncomfortable, as he was used to the flat cement road surface. Fortunately, the Arwade family's house was located on a small hill not far from the village, and this sturdy building made of wood and stone looked different from the thatched cottages. A slightly smoother path wound its way up from the foot of the hill.

  As a noble military landlord, the Wendel family's house also has a watchtower. In wartime, the entire territory can be overlooked from this wooden watchtower, and archers can shoot arrows down to resist invaders. However, due to the family's financial difficulties, this watchtower also shows signs of decline. The wooden boards on the top of the tower are rotten and cannot withstand wind and rain. On rainy days, it rains heavily outside and lightly inside, making it impossible to keep out the wind and rain.

  "What are you looking for, Arvid?" asked Mrs. Eva, Arvid's mother, curiously seeing her little son rummaging through the room.

  "I, I'm looking for some honey." Arwade said with embarrassment, although he had been in this era for a while, but he always felt like an uninvited guest, every time the mother of this body, Eva, was full of love and care, he would feel extremely guilty and sad, after all, he was not the real Arwade, but a Chinese young man who had borrowed a corpse to revive his soul, while Mrs. Eva's true son might no longer exist in this world.

  "Ha, foolish child, why didn't you just tell me? I hid the honey in the storage room. How could you possibly find it outside?" Lady Eva laughed, although she had noble blood, but a low-ranking aristocratic family would not produce delicate and artificial noblewomen like those from large aristocratic families. She was even as simple and diligent as an ordinary farmer's wife, busy every day for her own family.

  "Alright, I just need a little bit. A friend of mine is sick and needs some honey." Arrod said with embarrassment, rubbing his hands together and speaking in a low voice to Mrs. Eva.

  "Oh? No problem." Mrs. Eva looked at her little son with great curiosity, smiled slightly at the corner of her mouth, wiped her hands on her apron, and turned to enter the storage room to fetch a jar of honey. Arvid took up a tablecloth while waiting and made a small rabbit out of it, placing it in front of his little sister Lina's small table, this doll-like sister was eating oatmeal porridge, a slightly sweet thing that she loved as a small dessert.

  "Poor little sister." Aruo De frowned as she watched Little Lina eating that sticky food, thinking that the children of her time were really happy, and if conditions improved in the future, she would definitely let her little sister try what fried chicken wings tasted like.

  "Is this enough for you, Arvid?" Mrs. Aiva handed Arvid a small jar of honey, the jar was black and made of poor quality ceramics, but even so, Mrs. Aiva repeatedly reminded him to bring the jar back.

  "Hoo-hoo~~~." When Arud came running back to the riverbank, the sky had gradually darkened, and except for the sound of the wind and the cry of the white heron, there was nothing else by the river. It seemed that the girl named Leila had already left. Arud patted his own head with some regret, thinking he should have let her wait here for him. But going back like this made Arud feel a bit unwilling, so he could only walk towards the village in the hope of finding Leila's home.

  In the village, there were thirty or so households, with farmhouses surrounding a well and arranged in a circle. Several snotty-nosed little kids were squatting on the muddy ground playing, while sturdy peasant women sat at their doorsteps, sewing clothes by the fading sunlight and chatting idly. When they saw Arwade approaching, they stopped talking and stared at him intently, not blinking an eye. The little kids also stopped playing and followed behind Arwade, their malnourished faces with a hint of greenish complexion staring fixedly at the small jar emitting a honey-like fragrance, their mouths watering uncontrollably.

  "Excuse me, where is Leila's home?" Arvad asked politely as he looked at the villagers and walked up to the women.

  The peasant women looked at each other without making a sound, they knew Arwade and that he was the young master's son, but except for rent collection time, no nobles ever set foot in the dirty village, Arwade's sudden appearance made them inexplicably tense, the timid ones had already begun to return to their homes to wake up the exhausted men, a moment later, several men covered in straw and holding wooden sticks and dung forks came out of the farmhouse, but after seeing that there was only Arwade alone, they also showed puzzled glances.

  "I have no ill intentions, I just want to go to Laila's house." Arwade was secretly on guard in his heart, and he had actually walked into the farmers' territory without any weapons. This wasn't a modern society with police, after all, and his identity was that of the evil landlord class. Who knew whether these oppressed farmers would suddenly awaken and tie him up? However, Arwade's worries were somewhat excessive. Although these farmers were being exploited by the Windell family in this chaotic era, at the same time, the Windell family's military power also protected their safety. If they lost the protection of the nobles, their situation would be no better than that of slaves.

  A tall and thin old farmer with rough skin on his face, wearing a pointed felt hat, stretched out his hand like a chicken claw, pointing in one direction outside the village with his index finger, as if guiding Arude on the way. The others did not move, but looked at Arude with even more curious eyes.

  "Oh, thank you." Arwade slightly nodded to these people and then walked towards the road pointed by the old farmer. His action caused another stir among the villagers. A noble showing respect to a humble farmer was unheard of. Several older farmers shrugged their shoulders, pursed their lips, and pointed to their own heads with their hands, as if explaining to others that little Arwade's brain was broken.

  The road the villagers pointed out was in the direction of the swamp outside the village, where it was filled with black sticky **, emitting bursts of foul odor, and strange gases bubbling up from the ground. Arwedo wondered, holding the honey jar, how that girl Layla who chased after honey could live in such a place, which seemed to be excluded by others. In ancient society, due to low productivity, collective labor was indispensable, so interpersonal relationships were closer than in modern society. Being excluded from the village collective meant not getting better production resources, and even being life-threatening.

  "Is that a house?" Not far from the foul-smelling swamp, Arwod saw a human building, a hut made of straw, which seemed to be on the verge of collapse with just one gust of wind. Apparently, the owner of the house was also aware of this, and he used several thick wooden sticks to prop up all four sides of the house. A few steps away from the precarious house, a clothes rack made of four dead tree branches stood, with some simple clothes hanging on it.

  "Cough, cough." A coughing sound came from the house, and after a while, a woolen curtain was lifted, and a girl with her waist bent walked out. It was Leila.

  "Huh." Laila was holding a basket woven from branches, with some green leaves inside. She seemed to be about to put the leaves into a small pot hanging over a fire by the door, but when she lifted her head, she saw Arwod and took a step back in surprise, dropping the basket to the ground, scattering the leaves everywhere.

  "Laila, why didn't you wait for me?" Ardo saw Laila's surprised look and was also puzzled. This couldn't be blamed on him, as in his previous life he was just a tech nerd who only understood mechanics and nothing else. So, in his mind, he was only thinking of finding honey to help Laila, without considering the difference between his identity and Laila's at all.

  "Mr. Arwade, how did you come here?" Although Laila was a bit frightened, her gaze fell on the honey jar in Arwade's hand, and her nose was filled with the sweet scent of the different honey from the smelly black swamp. She couldn't help but think that it wouldn't be the honey that Arwade had found for herself, but then she thought again that as a noble, why would Arwade help this unrelated person? Did this young noble have other intentions? She became tense and pursed her lips, vigilantly staring at Arwade.

  "I've brought you some honey, Nuh." Arrod held out the jar of honey and took a few steps forward to hand it to Laila, but she didn't believe that an aristocrat would be so kind to her and instead backed away.

  "No, Mr. Arud, please take the honey away, I have nothing to give you." Laila shook her head and said coldly to Arud.

  "But isn't your father ill? He must need this, take it." Ardo was very sulky. By the river, Laila clearly said that Zhido needed honey to cure his illness, but now she's making all sorts of excuses after bringing it back. What's going on here?

  "What is your purpose and intention, for the sake of the Lord, please spare us, we are not worth your trouble." Laila's expression became even more tense as she looked at Arwod approaching her, and she said in a pleading tone.

  "Ah." Arwade felt inexplicable, wondering why he wanted to help Laila, but she spoke to him in this tone. At this time, he carefully looked at the simple house in front of him and the girl wearing a tattered dress. He realized that she must have thought he had ulterior motives, no wonder his careless act of sending her things would cause misunderstandings.