Marronnier Farm Near By The Imperial Palace
Chapter 1
Belmont in the southern part of the Bratanian Empire.
A travel wagon was running over the muddy road in heavy rain. The cover was tattered, the crest of the family was worn out, and the letter 'M' looked just like two pillars. The wagon stopped in front of a farmhouse as it ran through the forest of horse chestnuts that had become greener from the rain.
The knock on the door resounded through the heavy rain. Martin and his three children,
who were having a free afternoon, looked at each other in amazement.
There are no guests coming to this house.
Farmer Carl Martin opened the door a little and looked out, puzzled.
The guest rolled back the black raincoat. He was a handsome old man with half-white hair curled back like a lion.
Carl recognized. It was a gambler I met at the market in Seongan four years ago.
Uncle Carl
Baron Mayfield!
Grandpa Mayfield
Oh, you haven’t forgotten either. This precious friend who prevented a good villager from losing
his cow to a scam. Hey, did you say you'd repay the favor somehow? I'll give you that chance today. This kid here.
A small shadow, buried in the bottom of Baron Mayfield's raincoat, suddenly appeared
forward. He was wearing the same black raincoat, so I didn't know.
Grandpa Mayfield
She is the only granddaughter left behind by my son and wife. I'm only eight years old now. That's why I can't take you to 'El Dorado'.
Uncle Carl
El Dorado’ yo… … ?
Grandpa Mayfield
This time, I’m going to do it right. Come on, Hazel. You should listen to your uncle and
aunt and stay healthy.
The baron bent his knees, pulled the raincoat's hat back, and quickly kissed the kid's cheeks. And it vanished like a storm, just as it came.
Only the child was left behind.
Aunt Martha
Honey, you... ...?
Uncle Carl
Sorry. I'm really sorry.
Carl didn't know what to do and prayed over and over again. However, Martha's angry face was not easily resolved.
How could an innocent husband have such an accident?
She saw what Baron Mayfield's wagon was like. And now, with those sharp eyes, he was
looking at every detail. The figure of a girl standing in a dark house due to heavy rain.
Dark brown hair that her Grandpa himself would have combed until it was shiny and tied a
ribbon. A white face with green eyes down.
But the lace on the dress under the black raincoat was frayed. The shoes were very cute, but the colors of the laces were subtly different.
All of this was a good indication of Baron Mayfield's plight.
Like a Belmontian who was worried about the rainy season next year, Martha made a quick
decision.
She would take on this child forever. A woman from a fallen noble family!
It was as if a stone had been placed on his chest. Martha said a bit chilly because of her
worries and pressures.
Aunt Martha
As long as you live here, you are also a child of this house. So you have to work. Emily, Bell, and Noel all work here.
Hazel (8 y/o)
Yes, Mrs. Martin.
Chapter 2
The little girl answered calmly. But you never know when your true colors will be revealed.
Martha knew what the children of noble families were like. No matter how noble he was, he could never see a child behaving in vain.
Fortunately, Hazel wasn't a fool.
Hazel was always quiet. At the end of the sentence, always add 'Mrs. Martin' or 'Mr.
Martin' to respond politely. He was always careful with his mannerisms as if he had to make a minimum noise, and always cleaned up his surroundings when he got up from a
seat. It seemed that he had trouble eating at someone else's house.
Martha's heart pounded slightly. But he soon made up his mind.
Aunt Martha
You have to work too. To live in our house.
Every time she saw Hazel, she said it like a habit. It wasn't about giving a thumbs up. When
I was ten, I was really going to have a job.
There was a lot of work on the farm. Fourteen year-old Emily, twelve-year-old Bell, and ten-year-old Noel, diligently helped, were not enough. Martha had to run frantically all day, from house to field, from field to barn. therefore… … .
Hazel (8 y/o)
… … May I, Mrs. Martin?
Without listening to the child, he responded dryly and kneaded the bread dough. After baking two large country breads for the six of us for dinner, he began to clean up the mountain of laundry. After struggling for a long time because the stains that the youngest son Noel had dipped in muddy water on his trousers didn't come off, Martha thought abruptly.
Wasn't that Hazel earlier?
The child, who had always been hard to speak, opened his mouth and spoke for the first time. She asked Martha something.
As I recollected, I suddenly heard a loud noise from the barn.
What is to come has come.
The dangling stake stood out clearly in front of my eyes. Because of Peter, a three-year-old mischievous mongrel dog, she told him to fix the fence before it attacks the coop. But because of her husband Carl, who had been procrastinating, It was delayed for three-months. Martha threw away the laundry and hurried to run.
And what she saw... … It was not a tragedy in which feathers and blood were scattered among the collapsed chicken coops.
Her husband and children were gathered in a small vegetable garden next to the barn. Bean
sprouts lined up along the straight furrows.
Martha was bewildered by the unexpected sight.
Aunt Martha
Wasn’t it all swept away by the rain? But how... …?
Noel
She knew you were going to throw it away! Everyone was busy, so she did it herself!
Martha couldn't keep her mouth shut.
Just thinking about those beans made me sick to my stomach. The children were so excited
that I gave them a handful, and I grew them until the stems matured and green leaves sprouted. But it was ruined by a sudden heavy rain. I threw out the whole thing that was tattered with muddy water, but in what harmony is it revived like that, with roots in it and standing upright?
Aunt Martha
How did you do it? How the hell?
Chapter 3
Hazel (8 y/o)
I sat down and looked around. Just as we are all different, each of these little beans is different. So I touched it and I felt it. Which should be watered how much, which should cover by how much soil, and which should be put under how much sunlight. I did that and patted them to cheer up, and one by one, I felt them refreshed.
The Martins looked at each other in surprise.
Plants and animals can recover quickly if only the essentials are met. Especially the younger you are, the more resilient you are. But even so, is it possible for an eight-year-old child to do this with such an intuitive sense of what each crop needs?
It's inexplicable. no. There was only one thing I could explain.
Aunt Martha
Agate del Sol!
The couple cried at the same time.
It was a legend passed down among farmers.
Once in a hundred years, a 'mano del sol', or peasant with the hands of the sun, is born.
Miracles happen when you farm with those hands that have mystical powers. The dying crops are in full bloom, the animals were giving birth and the crops were ripening abundantly like a golden sea.
Aunt Martha
Definitely. Surely it is.
Uncle Carl
To see the sun’s hand like this!
The Martins and their three children both touched Hazel's hand. It was a face of reverence
beyond wonder.
The eight-year-old was a little scared. But he didn't seem to have done anything wrong.
Hazel looked at their faces, hesitated, then gathered up the courage to speak.
Hazel (8 y/o)
Hey, can I try something else?
Uncle Carl
Of course! Sure! What would you like to do?
Hazel (8 y/o)
Wave it up and down… … .
Uncle Carl
You mean that! Come here!
Karl quickly took the child with him. Martha and her three children also rushed in.
From the next day, Hazel secretly started following them.
The Martin family found out. This quiet-looking girl had been observing all that was going on on the farm in the meantime. And she was very curious about it all.
Uncle Carl
Ask if you have any questions.
Hearing Carl's words, Hazel poured out his words as if he had been waiting. He asked questions non-stop.
The couple taught her everything. About the soil. About how to determine the weather by looking at the shape of the clouds. About various grains and crops. Hazel absorbed everything like a sponge.
There was something really special about this kid.
Norma, a cow, who is always violent and nervous, quietly entrusted herself to only Hazel.
As soon as Hazel got up early in the morning and started taking care of the hens, the eggs
were unusually thick and thick. Noel was amazed every time he put an egg in the basket.
Noel
Even the lord can’t eat eggs like this!
It wasn't just that. As Hazel kneaded the dough, the bread swelled up to the point where it broke through the bowl. She quickly learned how to make flavorful smoked meat. The stew was difficult, and it took days and nights to learn how to properly flavor it.
Martha was happy that Hazel liked to cook. It was because of the things were going down. As
the child stayed in the kitchen for a long time, his skinny limbs had changed. I could see at a glance that my stomach was full like a branch of a spring day.
One day, Martha was surprised to see Hazel running out of the drizzle of horse chestnut
forest with Emily, Belle, and Noel, picking up wild mushrooms in a basket full of mushrooms.
When did you become so adorable?
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