Chương 549: Chapter 102: The Tibetan Mastiff

It was a day in mid-May.

Dawn was just breaking when Pierre shouldered his hoe and went down to the fields.

He had been home for some time now, and he didn't let his mother and sister do the farm work, taking it all upon himself.

Wolf Town was remote and isolated, and the wars among the great personages were like phrases and fragments from a distant foreign land.

The Second Republic, the military government, the battle at Kingsfort...the people here could only hear broken bits of news, and it was difficult to discern truth from falsehood.

For farmers, whose lives were dull, a little bit of gossip was enough to get them talking for half a day, let alone the significant matter of war.

But Pierre didn't care about the lives or deaths of those great men; he just wanted to farm and eat.