For Elisha, the journey back to the village became extremely long.
The sun was already above his head.
The original fog has all dissipated, and even the temperature of the air is getting higher and higher.
Sweat ran down Elisha's forehead and into his eyes, which made him feel a burning pain.
But he didn't care at all and just used all his strength to drag the deer behind him.
"Oh! my goodness!"
"Elisha! What are you dragging?"
At the well at the entrance of the village, the blacksmith's son shouted in surprise.
"A...a wounded doe!"
Elisha answered breathlessly, as if he might run out of breath in the next second.
"I'm going to take it to my mother."
The blacksmith's son ran over and looked at the animal on the stretcher with curiosity.
"A deer!"
"My father once told me that venison is much more tender than mutton, especially—"
The blacksmith's son pointed to the deer's back as he spoke.
"I won't eat it!"
Elisha simply interrupted sharply.
"It is said in the Hebron law that you may not take both the mother and the child!"
“It has its own children!”
When the blacksmith's son heard this, he just curled his lips.
"These rules again."
"You're just like your father, Elisha."
Elisha did not answer this time, but continued to drag the stretcher towards home.
Elisha's father always liked to use the laws of Hebron to restrain the people in the village.
Of course, even if there are no soldiers to carry out the duties now, his father still maintains his usual style.
So, some people in the village did not like Elisha's father.
Elisha's stone house is located on the west side of the village, on the outskirts.
He saw that wisps of green smoke were still coming out of the clay stove in the center of the courtyard.
That means my mother must have just finished making lunch.
"Mother! Sister! Come and see what I found!"
Elisha called from the doorway.
Then, a woman walked out of the house quickly, her hands still stained with flour from kneading dough.
But she just raised her hands carefully to avoid too much precious flour falling from her hands.
Because flour is precious.
Of course, but to Elisha's mother, nothing was more precious than her precious son.
And when she saw the doe on the stretcher, her eyes just widened in surprise.
"Oh my God, Elisha, where did you—"
Elisha just hurriedly explained:
"Found it in the woods!"
"Its leg is injured. I think you can heal it, mother."
Elisha's mother squatted down and gently examined the doe's wound.
She frowned, "The wound is deep, but it didn't break the bone."
Elisha's sister then ran out of the house with a clay pot in her hand.
She was two years older than Elisha and was able to help her mother with most of the housework.
Elisha's sister exclaimed in surprise when she saw the doe.
“How beautiful!”
"How did you pull it back with your small body?"
Elisha's mother washed the wound with clean water and then applied a mixture of honey and some herbs.
Of course, it is not used to marinate meat, but something used to heal wounds.
"This will prevent the festering. You two go get some hay."
When Elisha returned with his load of hay, he found his father standing in the middle of the courtyard.
He was staring at the doe with a frown on his face.
Elisha's father was a tall man with a thick black beard and a scar on his right arm from fighting the Greeks in his youth.
"We are not a priest family and cannot afford to keep useless animals."
"Either let it go, or kill it tonight and add a side dish."
When Elisha's mother heard this, she simply stood up and looked her husband in the eye: "The law of Hebron says—"
At this point, Elisha’s father waved his hand impatiently: “I know what the law says!”
"But now, we don't even have much food left!"
"ah--"
Elisha's father said this, holding his head in pain.
Elisha had never seen his father like this.
He knew very well that his father must be in a dilemma at this time.
"I'll take care of it, father."
"No...I won't waste the food in my home."
"Besides, it is still in the lactation period. Killing it will prevent the fawn from growing up."
"As long as it can walk, it can leave and find its children."
Elisha's father stared at his son for a long time, and finally sighed: "Whatever you want."
“But before the harvest festival, if it can’t go away, it must be disposed of.”
After saying that, he turned and left.
And Elisha also had to prepare to go back to herding sheep.
But before Elisha left, he secretly took another handful of dried licorice from the storehouse and stuffed it into Elisha's sister's mouth: "For the doe."
"Don't let Father see."
"I'll go outside and get some back later."
Elisha’s sister laughed, “I’ll say I took it.”
When Elisha returned with his flock, the sunset had given the village a different look.
Women gathered at the central well to draw water, and children chased each other and played in the narrow alleys.
There was the clanking of hammers from the forge, and the aroma of scones and bean stew wafted through the air.
Elisha drove the sheep into the pen and counted them.
Not one less.
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