The team moved forward a little, and Che Chen saw the hut next to the wind mill. The villagers here were shocked by the sound of horses'' hoofs and the unbridled and loud voices of the Cossacks.


    Some brave villagers ran out to watch the excitement. For the first time, they might see so many Cossacks in strange clothes. They stared at them one by one, and then kept drawing a cross on their chest: "God bless! Is it the devil? Isn''t it the devil! Is it the polish? Isn''t it the polish."


    Hearing the villagers guess, Cossacks shouted, "don''t be afraid, old moms (DADS), we are Cossacks."


    In front of a manor, the team stopped. The sun has gradually set, and Chechen decides to rest here for a night.


    "Hello? Anyone? Who''s there? Someone to talk to." Chechen shouted.


    Afraid that the people inside could not understand, yelishei shouted again in Russian.


    Finally someone put his head out carefully.


    "Who is it?"


    "Passers by, I hope to have a rest here."


    Che Chen said and threw a bag of tale on it.


    The money bag fell on the board with a crisp sound. After weighing the pros and cons, the man knew that even if he wanted to refuse, facing the hundreds of Cossacks was tantamount to a mantis. Finally, the master of the manor ordered the servants to open the door.


    It was a half bald old Sir who came out to meet Cherchen. However, in this countryside, the so-called nobles are no different from the farmers. The old Lord would say this over and over:


    "Distinguished guests, welcome. I am very glad to meet you and thank you for your grace. Your arrival has added light to my humble house. Please be here as if you are at home. On behalf of all the people in my family, I bow to all the kind people."


    This clumsy look, not to mention Chechen and yelishei, even the Cossacks laughed. Several Cossacks also deliberately bowed to the old Sir according to Cossack habits and lowered their heads to their belts.


    The old Sir is a little embarrassed.


    "All right, all right." Chechen dispersed the Cossacks who made trouble. He said in harmony: "Grandpa, we only have more than a dozen people living here. Others will go to other people''s homes in the village for lodging. They won''t bother you."


    The old lord seemed relieved to hear Chechen say so.


    He said happily, "please come in. It will be dark soon. Although we countrymen are poor, we still have bread and salt."


    Chechen and yelishei took ten Cossack sailors into the manor. Several servants in the manor rushed over and led your horses into the stable. At the door of the main house of the manor, several big dogs barked at strangers. The old Sir Alex, who was leading in front, kicked the big dog aside.


    "Please, please." the old Sir opened the door.


    The environment inside the house is also cramped. There are many sausages and pickled ham hanging on the beam of the front hall, which makes the room filled with an indescribable and unidentified taste.


    Sir, he claims to be buvega. After entering the house, the Lord picked up an iron swab and cleaned up the ham and sausage in a range to make a space for the guests.


    Then the servants in the manor brought up pots of Leba, coarse wine and mushroom soup.


    Chechen has never eaten lieba before. He picked up a piece and took a bite. He felt his teeth hurt.


    "Colonel, Leba should eat with mushroom soup," yelishei whispered.


    With that, yelisi also set up a demonstration himself. He cut a small piece of Leba with a short knife and put it into mushroom soup. After a while, Leba softened.


    It is easiest to have and contact feelings at the dinner table. Lord buweijia also saw that they were not difficult to speak, and gradually his words increased.


    Sir Alex began to show off his family background.


    According to him, his family is an ancient royal family with "salmon" as its coat of arms, derived from Prince liurik. His branch later had two branches, one settled in Novgorod, and the other, the ancestors of his own branch, settled in locknia. Although their ancestors were not as rich as Novgorod''s relatives and could be said to be very poor, they were very backbone and did not want to take refuge in rich relatives. Buvega''s father then defected to Russian general Schein and took part in the Smolensk war. Although the war ended in the defeat of Czar Russia, his father was granted this manor in locknia after the war because of his meritorious service in the battle. So the family worked together to take care of the family''s real estate and business territory, and finally had the capital of the middle class. After the death of buvega''s father, buvega inherited the title and manor. He had a son and two daughters, who were married to the nobles of the neighboring village, and the son, Lord buweiga, sent him to Novgorod to receive education and learn the norms of the nobles. So now, he is the only one in the manor.


    Chechen pretended to listen carefully. When the old Sir Alex finished talking about his family''s glorious history, Chechen seemed to inadvertently ask if anything new had happened nearby recently.


    Chechen also wanted to know if Yakov was trying to stop and kill himself as he guessed.


    There are few new things in small places. Lord bouvega thought hard for a long time before he remembered something that can be regarded as new.


    "There is one thing to say," said Sir Alex. "More than two months ago, or maybe more than a month and a half ago, an official came from Pskov. He asked us to inform the nearby patrols and checkpoints at the first time if any poles came to stay or met."


    At this time, a Cossack named Simon raised his head. He pointed to his nose and said, "father buvega, we are poles."


    Lord buvega was stunned at this.


    Fortunately, yelishei reacted quickly. He immediately said in standard Russian, "Simon means do you look like us?"


    An affirmative sentence was thus turned into a rhetorical question by yelishei.


    Sir buweiga mistook Simon for joking. He smiled and said, "of course not. If you want to pretend to be polish, you have to change your hair style."


    Fortunately, Simon''s slip of tongue was covered up.


    Then, sir buvega continued the topic just now. He said: "in the first few days, people came almost every day to ask if there were poles to stay, and the checkpoint was also very strict. However, it has gradually relaxed in recent days."


    After listening to Sir buvega''s story, Cherchen guessed that this matter must have something to do with Yakov. It seems that their own caution and disguise are not superfluous. He really wanted to stop himself from going to Pskov.


    "Are there many checkpoints to Pskov?" Chechen asked.


    Lord buvega thought for a moment, then counted one by one with his fingers and said, "there are still seven or eight."


    At the end of the dinner, the drunk Cossacks began to dance in the living room. Lord buvega called people from the village who could play Balalaika and tambourine. With the sound of the piano and drums, the Cossacks squatted down and jumped into the dance of kicking their legs, while Lord buvega himself stretched his neck like a thin duck with his hands on his hips. He began to kick his legs in place, singing and dancing.


    Yelishaye clapped his hands wildly and turned them red.