Augustus Road

Yulia was sitting silently in the bare wheat field. Even this year's wheat had been harvested by her creditor in advance. It seemed that if it took one full year, it would be forty towers that would not be paid in full after a month. If Lunte is in debt, she will either die of cold or starvation this winter, or she will secretly sell the manor and escape, rent an apartment to hide from the debt, or even be sued and become a slave because of the debt. Her manor was in a state of desolation, not to mention livestock and domestic slaves, even valuable potted plants and dining tables had been transported away. Julia sat on the field ridge, chewing fishmeal pancakes, her hair fluttering in the wind, Just like ripe wheat.

In the fish pond on the other side of the field, only Habaruka was still holding up the harpoon, hoping to catch fresh fish, but this was basically a delusion. There had been no fish in this fish pond three years ago.

Calabis felt a little sad when he saw this scene. He jumped off his horse and was about to say hello to Yulia, but who would have thought that when Yulia saw him, she quickly stuffed the pancakes into her mouth. Running towards the manor, Calabis shouted that we can talk about our debts. Who would have thought that Yulia ran faster when she heard this. This girl is quite strong. Bang Bang opened the door of the manor to a The door was closed, and Habaruka jumped outside in a hurry, shouting to the hostess, you can't sell me anymore.

"There's nothing wrong with selling it to me. At least I can give you dozens of dinars a day." After Karabis said this, he climbed up the courtyard wall with his hands three times or two, jumped in, and then there was a strange scene inside. Leah shouted, and after a while, Calabis opened the door and let Habaruka in. The mistress of the manor fled to the altar at the end of the corridors on both sides, and then the male creditor crossed the cistern in a majestic manner. and the flower gallery, approaching the altar where Yulia was.

As a result, Julia was about to climb up the stairway to the middle floor of the building again. Calabis stopped her and said: "We can talk, the respected Ms. Julia Emilie Lepidus."

"There's nothing to talk about. I can't pay off the debt anymore." After Yulia finished speaking, she was about to go upstairs. Only then did she remember that the stairs in her home had also been taken away by her creditor. She had been dragging a rope downstairs this morning. , could only retreat in panic, and once again approached the altar dedicated to King Numa, on which there were also placed the statue of Aeneas tied with wool, and the small bronze statue of the she-wolf feeding the Romulus brothers.

"Listen, woman!" Calabis didn't bother to use honorifics anymore, "I've come a long way, you should chop some firewood, make a fire, cook and entertain me."

"How do you want to collect the debt? I'm going to chop wood." After Yulia said that, she ran to the backyard arcade and started to lift the ax to chop wood.

"I can help you pay off all your debts now, but you have to sell the manor to me, and I will give you another five talents. You can live in a high-end apartment in Rome with peace of mind, and make small loan sharks and so on. ." Karabis coughed twice and sat on the pyre.

"No, I want to revive the Lepidah family." Yulia wiped the sweat from her forehead, not sure whether she was tired or panicked, but said firmly.

"I have investigated and found that your ex-husband was just a local knight in Sardinia. He was later involved in maritime trade and was killed. Otherwise, if you give me the name Lepidus and King Numa's ring, I will I will give you another hundred talents, and I will take on the responsibility of reviving this family." Calabis was good at tempting, and he wanted to negotiate terms with Yulia so that both parties would be happy.

"No, you can't give your surname to outsiders." Yulia picked up the firewood and walked to the stove.

"That's good, we can enter into a fake marriage. Now I am no longer a slave. I will find a doctor to remove the piercing in my left ear right away. I will serve as a lieutenant in the Roman legion, or even as an officer in Far Spain. In a few years I will be able to run for the office of magistrate, and then I will draw a poor lot and go to a remote and small province to become governor. After I turn forty, I will start running for consulship, so that the surname of Lepidus will continue to flourish. You Julia, you can stay peacefully in the Manor of Ofilenou and continue to be your mistress. I will not be stingy with monetary gifts. The manor and the lintel will be rejuvenated. You don’t even have to have children. The two of us will Everyone is free, so what?"

"No, I don't like you." Yulia began to take out the remaining wheat flour and other food in the clay pot, and started to work on the stove.

"Come on, I don't like your cooking either. It's comparable to the dark cuisine of Britain, but it's okay. You Romans haven't seen that yet!" Calabis somewhat disliked this old-fashioned little widow and shouted Stand up: "I have made it very clear. You are in Sardinia and I am in Rome. You need my money and I need your family name. Isn't it good for us to cooperate?"

Julia brushed the light yellow hair on her forehead and said: "Don't think of me as those women in Rome. I only want to weave cloth, give birth to children and cook on the stove. Diligence and simplicity are the family traditions." "When it came to this issue, the little widow became more talkative.

Calabis couldn't stand it anymore. He went to the loom, pointed at the strip of cloth woven by Yulia and asked: "What pattern is this?"

"iris."

"Really! Irises? I thought it was an anchor made of a whole piece of iron! It's still piece by piece. It's so lively to wear this dress. I hope you don't have trypophobia." Karabis raised his hand and sarcastically shouted said, then he walked to the stove again, pointed to the things in the pot and asked: "What dishes are you making to entertain me?" Yulia looked inside with her amber eyes, then pulled her hair, and asked vaguely Said: "Barley porridge, with some Sichuan peppercorns in it."

This taste and combination made Karabis want to vomit. He couldn't help but think of such crazy dishes as "pickled peaches". Now only the ability of giving birth to a child has not been demonstrated by Yulia, but Karabis did feel "defeated". He waved his hand and said, "Okay, let's sort out your debts first-are you familiar with the Sardinian merchant ship guild?"

"Yes, I fell into their hands the second time I went bankrupt."

"Look at you, you still care about the nobles' door lintels, and you are personally involved in usury and maritime trade." Karabis continued to mock, and then he emptied the various things on the stove. Yulia protested that it was my food. Karabis ignored her and walked directly to the pottery rack in the kitchen, took out some pickled apples and olives, and then said to Yulia, are there any small poultry in the manor?

"No."

"I do have some snails." At this time, Habaluka raised his hand, "Big snails from Africa."

"Oh." Carabis followed him to a large pottery jar in the shade behind the house and put his hand slightly inside. The inner wall of the jar was covered with a mixture of grape juice and wheat flour, and there were snails crawling around - Habaluka did a good job, and this manor should have been handed over to him long ago. (To be continued.)