1 Farmer's child
"Did you hear that old Moore's child was hit by a horse?"
"Poor boy, if I remember correctly, he's only thirteen years old this year, and I'm afraid he'll be in bed for the rest of his life."
"You are talking about a situation a few days ago. The new news is that Roy's baby has woken up, but unfortunately, his brain seems to be awake and he has been standing in the yard in a daze all day."
Several farmers stood on the ridge and whispered to each other. Behind them, a tall middle-aged man quietly dropped his hands and clenched his fists, his face full of anger and helplessness.
He is old Moore in the mouth of a farmer, and he is also an inconspicuous mud foot. For half my life he has been farming in a safe place, with a normal appearance, incompetence and no property.
Only at the age of 23 he was beaten by a woman who does not dislike him and will marry him.
The couple will have a son, although they are already twenty-five years old. But all the same in this world, in this era, more and more people become parents at the age of fifteen or sixteen years. They are undoubtedly called senior parents. They take great care of this child and do not want to let him go to work on weekdays.
Their baby Roy is obedient too. He is quiet and calm and always has a shy smile. He is completely different from the little children in the village who run wild all day.
"What a well-mannered child ..."
Thinking about it, Old Moore was even more hurt, and the good times did not last long. Just four days ago, a woman was driving through the village and just hit poor Roy. He passed out in a coma.
The lousy herbalist in the village couldn't find any injury. What's even more surprising is that the baby woke up naturally after spending a day in a coma and then looking like a different person. His eyes were dull, he said nothing or answered, he knew that he was staring at the sky in a daze.
How a fool!
"Oh ..." Old Moore was worried about his son. Seeing that it was getting late, he ran home with the hoe.
The houses in the village are made of straw and wood. They are shabby and old. It seems like a gust of wind can blow away houses. The whole village is very small, only about a hundred yards.
Old Moore's house is in the far west of the village. It's noon now and the sun is shining brightly. The small figure stands facing the blinding sun in the sky, without blinking his eyes, like a puppet without a soul. ...
In the courtyard next to him, a rough-skinned peasant woman bends down to feed the chickens.
"What should I do if I look at the sun and my eyes hurt? Suzie! Didn't you allow yourself to look at the child? Look what he does!"
Old Moore anxiously ran into his overgrown little courtyard, put his arm around the child's waist and put him in front of the threshold, touched his little black head, and a trace of warmth appeared on his dry yellow face.
"Baby Roy, listen to what the old man said, don't do such stupid things in the future."
"Hmm? Dad ..." A while ago, Roy woke up and ignored Old Moore. Today, however, waves appeared on his gentle face, his confused eyes cleared, and his mouth muttered something.
"Lo Yi ... Roy ... By the way, now my name is Roy."
"Does the child speak?" The farmer raised his ear to his son's mouth in surprise.
In the end, he decided that this son, who had not spoken for three days and three nights, did not become dumb.
"Susie is coming soon, my son spoke up, don't feed these animals!"
After this exclamation, the peasant woman burst in from the doorway.
Two couples held Roy on the left and the other on the right, and tears welled up in their eyes when he first heard him call them by name.
And Roy looked seriously at his parents in this life - Old Moore and Susie. They have ordinary faces, they are dressed in old linen clothes, rough skin, and overworked and skinny figures, with all their bodies demonstrating the simplicity of a country peasant.
"These are my parents".
Roy's eyes were sour and his heart suddenly moved as he put his arms around the couple's shoulders at the same time.
At this time, two completely different memories completely merged in his mind. He is not only Luo Yi, an 18-year-old high school student from the land of China, but also the son of a farmer from the small village of Kei in Lower Posad on the country's southern border called Aden in this other world.
Like Luo Yi, his parents died unexpectedly and he has since dropped out of school at home. He became obsessed with the virtual world of games.
This can be called the death of both parents, no car or money, addiction to games, sooner or later belching.
Roy, although the son of a low-status peasant, lives in poverty but enjoys his long-lost family affection.
He is both Lo Yi and Roy.
"I play such crazy games, but to fill the void in my heart."
"This is the opportunity that God gave me to make peace"
He now inherits all of Roy's memories and feelings, and naturally has a blood affinity with the pair.
"Roy, what happened to you the other day, we were very worried about you."
"I ... I was scared of the horse, I remember that I was scared all the time, I don't know anything else ..."
"Ask what!" Old Moore shouted to his wife and gently touched Roy's head: "It's okay, if the baby is okay, that means it's okay."
Consoling worried parents, Roy began to look around the new home and could not help smiling.
Surrounded by chipped walls, the entire house has a fireplace, an iron pot, two or three tables and chairs, and two "beds". If the floor is covered with a layer of hay and cloth, it can be called a bed. ...
Suzie soon finished preparing her dinner. Several dry and hard breads, an egg, two salted fish, and a thick stew made from various vegetables such as potatoes and soup. The important thing is that there are no spices in it. In this house, the desire to eat a little salt is considered a luxury.
Roy carefully took a bite in accordance with the weirdness in his heart: "What do you care about?
Maybe it was the instinct of this body. He quickly and smoothly came to terms with the taste of food. In addition, he had not eaten much in the past few days, and he was so hungry that he got hungry and swallowed everything.
The number of dishes, of which there are not so many, is rapidly dwindling.
"Eat slowly, boy, stop choking."
The couple looked sideways at their son with a grin and continued to add food to him. They didn't touch the little pot of food.
I only eat a piece of dried salted fish from time to time.
...
In the afternoon, after waiting for old Moore and Suzie to discuss killing a chicken at night in order to replenish his son's body and leave the house, Roy's face turned serious.
Jadian, who was once addicted to The Witcher 3, how could he not know?
"One of the four northern countries, this is the world of witchers, wizards and monsters."
In this world, in this era, bandits, monsters, diseases and natural disasters are raging, and people's lives are so complicated.
"Without power or right, failure will come when you don't know for sure."
According to the memory of the body in his mind, it is now 1260.
Anyway, three years later, known as "the white flame flying over the enemy's grave," the majestic and glorious Emperor of South Nilfgaard, Anhill Enris, will begin the first Northern War. Although the war began in the far west of Nizhniy Posad, in the Kingdom of Sintra, who can guarantee that no deserters would have fled here to wreak havoc.
And 7 years later, in 1267, the Second Northern War broke out, and Aden was not spared either.
"What abilities do I have, and what should I do? At least I must protect Old Moore and Susie."
Roy, 13, doesn't have much time to take advantage of it.
However, when he traveled around this world, he did not travel in vain. He brought a golden finger with him, as did many travelers.
(End of this chapter)
