What to do!

Norman quickly thought about the solution again, but the result of thinking was that he was desperate.
He has too little research on spirit, and he doesn’t know how to get rid of this gradually spreading emotion from his own spirit, but if he doesn’t get rid of these emotions, his mood will always be integrated into the artistic conception needed by the spell! Whether it is needed by the scourge of the undead or the mood of Jinshan in Beijing, he is really integrated into the law.
Even the mental storm that he finally tried his best to play cards can’t do it.
Because the only way he can display the mental storm is to kill most of his spirit and leave the last one to help the Knights Templar enter the field of absolute balance, so as to display the mental storm.
Although he doesn’t know what the artistic conception of mental storm is up to now, from his experience, mental storm certainly needs mood, and he is in this state now, even if he kills most of his spirits cleanly, the last spirit also has this emotional impurity! In that case, there is a great possibility that he will get into the artistic conception needed by mental storm, and if he insists on exerting mental storm forcibly, he may really commit suicide.
It seems that all his roads are blocked, and he can’t cast a spell.
After realizing this, Norman was filled with despair, and the colorful colors in front of him finally spread from all directions to their eyes and swallowed them up like a serpent in the abyss!
Chapter four hundred and nine Ashley village
"Norman Norman …"
A constant call in one ear made Norman gradually wake up.
The sound kept calling Norman and finally opened his eyes.
It was a familiar face that caught Norman’s eye with a faint light when he opened his eyes.
This is a man.
Time is like a knife. The man’s body is now very clear. His face is full of knife marks carved by time. The twists and turns are as deep as chapped, and the skin of the earth has completely lost its elasticity due to years of sun and rain, like being dried and coated with a layer of oily orange peel.
His eyes are as dull as his skin, and he has been squeezed out of the last look by hard life.
This is …
"dad"
Norman consciously shouted out the noun from his mouth.
It was his father, Old Norman.
Seeing that his son finally woke up, the old Norman straightened up and turned around. He said while bending over and moving things, "Get up quickly. You have to grab two pieces of land today. If you can’t clean up the land before spring planting, there will be no time for spring planting …"
Old Norman’s mouth is full of things that Norman is familiar with.
Spring planting refers to the large-scale planting activities of Barton’s family every spring.
Master Barton’s family has too many fields. Although he also has many serfs, it is necessary for the villagers in Ashley Village to help him by relying solely on those serfs to grab all the fields before the rainy season comes. This belongs to voluntary labor and the villagers have no refusal.
This common sense flashed through Norman’s mind, and he unconsciously scanned the surrounding environment while thinking about it.
This is a house made of wood, and the roof is thick with straw. In many places, straw is scarce and starlight is scattered from it.
Generally speaking, the house is small and square, because the original builders’ skills were not good, which led to many details of the whole house being irregular and distorted, either protruding from one side or concave from the other; The decoration in the room is very simple. There is a thick layer of straw in the corner of the room. This is Norman and old Norman’s bed. He is lying on the bed now. There are two black things on the bed. They are given a strange smell, which is a bit like cow dung stirring vomit and fermenting it in the jar for three months. There are a few simple farm tools across the bed, and there is a dark pit with a broken mouth. Now the iron pot has not burned out. I can’t see what strange objects are smoking, but now old Norman is packing farm tools over there …
This is the home where Norman lived for more than ten years.
“……”
After cleaning up for two times, the old Norman heard nothing moving behind him, turned around and saw Norman sitting there motionless, which made him frown, and he was tortured by life, and his eyes became more indifferent.
"Why are you still sitting? We are very tight! "
Being urged by the old Norman, Norman’s body is a tingle.
He finally came to his senses as if his body had been started, and quickly got up from the ground and came to the old Norman to help him get busy.
Norman is young and handy after all, and with his help, the two of them soon got everything ready for today.
Then old Norman turned around and took out a jar from the sundries to carefully pour the contents of the iron pot into the jar, while Norman watched.
Their fields are a little far from where they live. It takes half a day to walk. If they come back to eat in the middle of the day, it will be too late. So every time old Norman gets up early and prepares to eat for a day-eat early and eat later, but that’s no good. As they work, no matter how much they eat, they will be hungry when the sun is at its peak. In that case, they will have no strength to work later.
When the pot is full, there is some left in the iron pot, but this is not that old Norman didn’t calculate it, but Norman breakfast.
"Eat"
Old Norman said Norman picked up a wooden spoon from one side and ate it directly from the pot after hearing this.
It’s dark and sticky, and it’s not bright yet. There’s only a little light in the room, the fire pit. It’s dim, so I can’t see what it is, but Norman can tell it when he eats it.
Is it potherb paste or which one he likes best?
This made him eat more quickly, and it was never too hot to keep swallowing into his mouth. Old Norman sat there and watched silently.
It’s not that old Norman doesn’t eat, but that he has already eaten.
Norman ate all the potherb gunk left in the pot and scraped it clean. Then he reluctantly stopped his wooden spoon but didn’t put it. Instead, he put it directly with the jar and tied it carefully.
Old Norman finally got up when he saw Norman finish eating. He bent down and put a few pieces of tidied farm tools on his shoulders. When he straightened up, Norman carefully tied the jar to his waist before he picked two things left for old Norman to carry on his shoulders.
"Let’s go"
Old Norman saw that Norman had also tidied up and lost such a sentence, and then turned and walked out of the room.
Norman and old Norman went out of the house behind them.
It’s really not bright yet, and there are still stars in the sky, which may be because the stars are not very bright and dim.
According to experience, it will be dawn when they go to the fields.
Old Norman and Norman walked forward in tandem, silently saying that everything was the same as they had experienced several pasts, but Norman always had a strange feeling in his heart.