Chapter 46 Autumn Hunting_3

If there were a woman in the house, things would be different: someone to wash your clothes, prepare your food and drink, and keep the house and yard clean and tidy.

Every time Dwarf Peter saw other soldiers' wives bringing food and drink to their husbands in the fields, and the couples affectionately nestled together at the edge, he was so jealous his eyes almost bled.

Dwarf Peter sat silently on his bed, hoping that one day he, too, could have a wife. But then he remembered the conscription order that followed.

Three hundred acres of land were great, and so was the house. He had gained what he never had before, but it was all to be exchanged for his life.

Dwarf Peter did not want to fight; he was afraid of dying, very afraid.

Everything in front of him was too good, he hadn't repaired the roof yet, nor had he properly fenced in the yard. The crops had just been planted and still needed weeding and watering.

He couldn't bear to leave, he really couldn't.