Chapter 0004: The Dark Night.

Alright, this matter has been decided like this, whether it can succeed or not is another matter.

The small figure at the door also fell silent, his small hands clenched into fists tightly, then slowly loosened, turned around, as if dragging his body, returned to his own room, even forgetting the previous urge to urinate.

Eat whatever you want.

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In the evening, the sky gradually darkens, and the air becomes a bit colder, as if it is going to rain.

After washing, Jura let Doudian familiarize himself with the house, while she took the coarse clothes Doudian had changed out of and dealt with them.

However...

After a moment of silence in the room, Gray's voice continued, "Zula, you should think this way. He was originally an orphan from a poor district. If it weren't for us, but instead adopted by another serf family, his life would be worse than that of a servant. Moreover, being able to live the life of a servant in the Avi family, I wonder how many others would envy him."

Dean, come in.Jura took out a pair of adult cotton shoes from the small cabinet next to the door, deliberately shaking them in front of Dean as if to amuse him. "These are Uncle's shoes. You can wear them first. Later, before curfew, I will take you to buy a new pair."

I know you really like this child, and I do too. To be honest, I'm also reluctant to let him go. However, this is a rare opportunity. If he can be chosen by the Miss of the Avi family, we can move to the commercial district. There, we will find better jobs. If you feel lonely, we can adopt another child. We can afford it anyway.

He consciously took off his dirty and rough threadbare shoes from his feet. The coarse shoes had left several painful red marks on his feet. When he put on the clean cotton shoes, he felt a comfortable sensation.

Jula was worried that Doodian was afraid of the dark. She lit the oil lamp early, and the dim light flickered on Doodian's face. Every time she saw it, Jula felt amazed. His skin was so fair, even fairer than hers.

Dudian walked around the room and, as he expected, did not see any technologically advanced items. There wasn't even a simple wind-up alarm clock. Moreover, he also saw an old-fashioned spinning wheel that he had only seen in fairy tales. He remembered that the background of that fairy tale seemed to be the European Middle Ages, a time before the steam era.

Dudian looked at the slowly opening room and knew that it would be his home for the next few days.

Sitting on the bed, Dudian listened to the patter of rain outside the window. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his heart. Although he had always regarded the Jura couple as his nominal parents, their meticulous care over the past month had deeply touched him and added a touch of warmth to his heart. However, he never expected that the world would once again, like a mockery, shatter some of the soft and beautiful things in his heart.

The room fell into silence.

"You are such a good child. Let me treat you to my cooking. I guarantee you will love it," said Jula confidently.

Why, why is it always the incompetent self that remains?

Dudian was taken aback for a moment, then immediately felt relieved. It is also one of the conditions for adopting a child, which is that one must be married, in other words, one must still have a nominally unknown father.

Jula smiled and thought to herself that this was a well-behaved child. She said, "Uncle is busy making a batch of goods these days and won't be coming back at night. Are you hungry? What would you like to eat? I'll make it for you."

The building materials in this world have obviously not considered sound insulation, at least not in Jura's house, where even the slightest sound can be heard from the room.

... ....

Come, let me take you to wash up first," said Jura warmly.

Dudian thought he could take a comfortable bath, but instead he saw her just soaking a towel in warm water, wringing it dry, and using it to wipe her face and arms. This bathing method is exactly the same as in the orphanage.

Do you really want to do this? This is the voice of Jura, with a hint of hesitation.

Jula took out a bunch of keys, with a click, she opened the door.

Dudian did not know that in this world, including the nobility, people use this "dry cleaning" method to bathe. The general cognitive view is that water weakens bodily functions, reduces disease resistance, and even the cleanest nobility only bathe once or twice a year.

It's not about money. I'm worried that if Dudian marries into the Avi family, the child, who doesn't like to talk, will be bullied. They are completely from two different worlds. I have seen those children who married into big families when I was seeking medical treatment. They lived almost like servants, and some even worse than servants.

A common thunderstorm in the rainy season has once again arrived, and the rain is drizzling.

I suddenly miss my father and mother, who are knowledgeable and strict yet gentle, as well as my sister who always likes to pinch her own ears.

Jura's adoption of the child was obviously something they had discussed. The first time he saw Dudian at home, his expression was the same as those adults in the orphanage, full of surprise. When he learned that Dudian had no other problems except for being a little autistic, he was even more satisfied and couldn't stop smiling for several days.

In Du Dian's heart, there were suddenly two thumping beats, and he unconsciously moved closer without knowing what he was thinking.

Are they still not asleep at this late hour?

During this quiet night, he suddenly felt very lonely.

No one knows, on this rainy night, the gears of history are slowly turning and moving forward in the inconspicuous figure's chest in this darkness.

In the blink of an eye, one month has passed.

Dudian, who was sleeping in his own small room, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up. He realized that it was just a nightmare. Then he felt his whole body drenched in cold sweat, with his clothes sticking to his skin, feeling uncomfortable. He shook his clothes and suddenly felt the urge to urinate. He got out of bed gently, put on his shoes, and quietly opened the door. However, he noticed a dim light coming from the crack under the door of the Jura couple's room across the hall, which startled him. He shook his clothes and suddenly felt the urge to urinate. He got out of bed gently, put on his shoes, and quietly opened the door. However, he noticed a dim light coming from the crack under the door of the Jura couple's room across the hall, which startled him.

Dudian has already met the nominal father, named Gray, who is a tall and thin middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance. His personality is similar to Jura's, gentle and kind. His profession is a "tailor", and the textile machine at home is his workbench. During the "black snow season", he will bring the goods home to work, after all, there is no coal stove in the factory.

It's going to rain, hasn't Uncle returned yet? Doudian glanced at the window and said.

Night.

He clenched his fist, but felt powerless in his heart. He didn't know how long had passed when an idea slowly emerged in his mind. Since...! ... He would never see his parents and sister again, so let this unfamiliar world return to the familiar appearance it once had!

Although a single textile machine cannot determine anything, based on everything Doudian has seen in the past few months, he is already convinced that the level of civilization in this post-disaster world should be just developed to the Bronze Age before steam, just learning to use metals.

It's just that the color of the water needs to be much purer.

This discovery brought certain thoughts to his mind...