When father sparsokukotsky arrived at vidava, he saw that the whole town was under martial law, roadblocks were set up at the intersections in and out of the town, and seven or eight farmers with pitchfork and sickle were constantly patrolling.

Father sparsokukotsky rushed forward. Hearing the sound of horses\' hoofs, these farmers became vigilant one after another. They hid behind the barricade, and a man\'s pitchfork and sickle aimed at father sparsokukotsky.

"Who is it?" shouted the farmer headed by him.

Father sparsokukotsky stopped his horse in front of the roadblock.

"It\'s me, sparso kukotsky of the mercenary regiment," replied the priest.

Several farmers knew father sparsokukotsky, and one of them confessed to the priest. Seeing that the priest came back, they quickly removed the roadblock and let father sparsokukotsky in.

Father sparsokukotsky did not dismount. He asked the farmers, "where is the leader bakhte?"

"In the center of the town, the leader is marrying a couple," said one of the farmers.

Wedding?!

Father sparsokukotsky didn\'t expect that bachit was doing this. Are there muscles in his head!

"OK, I\'ll find him."

Father sparsokukotsky, who secretly scolded bachit for being brainless, said something, then put his legs on his horse\'s belly and went towards the center of the town.

On the road leading to the center of the town opposite father spasokukotsky, a group of happy farmers were coming.

At the front of the horse are the hair dryer Piper, the Jojoba player, the violinist and two bell drummers. Their faces are filled with happy smiles. Perhaps because they drank some wine, their faces are as ruddy as apples.

In the joyful and noisy colomeca dance music, the bride of the wedding, a slender and beautiful girl, wearing a white robe and a waterfall of brown hair in a thick braid hanging behind her head. Several bridesmaids were around her, with garlands of freshly picked flowers on their heads and in their hands.

In another group, the groom also rode on a tall horse. The groom was very young, about sixteen or seven years old, but he was very strong, and his upper lip was covered with a golden beard. He was surrounded by a group of best men who decorated wreaths on long sticks like spears and held them high.

Behind the two teams were the parents and guests of the two newcomers, some on foot and some on horses.

In front of the bonfire in the center of the town, Bartlett was looking at the couple with joy. For the wedding, the square in the center of the town was filled with barrels of liquor, honey wine and beer, not to mention sausages and barbecue. These were prepared by bachit. Although he was not a relative of any of the new couple, he was happier than anyone else. Because of his high prestige, he is regarded by everyone as a leader and guide, so at this wedding, he will receive the new couple\'s tribute and blessings like the new couple\'s parents.

Just then, bachit heard the sound of a horse\'s hoof behind him. Then someone shouted, "it\'s father, father sparsokukotsky is back."

Bachit turned his head and saw father sparsokukotsky on his horse.

Father sparsokukotsky got off his horse and went straight to bachit.

"Hi, father. It\'s very nice of you to come back. Today\'s wedding is being held here. Although we invited a priest from nearby, I think the new people still want your blessing more." bachit said happily.

Father sparsokukotsky didn\'t say anything. He looked up and down at bachit, and then asked seriously, "deputy head of bachit, why don\'t you ask me when they will come back?"

Bachit froze there. After a while, he said, "Captain, don\'t they come back in a few weeks?"

"What\'s the matter with you setting up road cards at the entrance and exit of the town?"

Bachit didn\'t understand why father sparsokukotsky came back like asking for a crime, but he honestly said: "it was to prevent the kiajan father and son and their doglegs."

"Do you know?" father sparsokukotsky looked into bachit\'s eyes and said, "kiajan went to Silesia. He accused you of rebellion in front of the regiment commander and said that you also burned the newly built manor of deputy regiment commander Pedro."

Hearing what father sparsokukotsky said, the people around bakhte jumped up: "that damn Jew, who burned the manor to escape, is now blaming us. May God burn these two Judas."

After hearing father pasokukotsky say that Kian sued himself in front of Cherchen, he finally realized the seriousness of the problem.

"Father," said bachit, throwing up his hand: "Please believe me, we didn\'t burn the manor. We chased the kiajan and his son at that time, but they fled into the newly built manor of deputy head Pedro. We just surrounded the manor, but later the manor began to burn from inside. I think it must be the kiajan and his son who set the fire to attract our attention, and then they could escape."

"Then why don\'t you go to Silesia in person or send someone to explain things to the head?"

"Of course, I want to say that I\'m going to wait for the regimental commander to come back and talk to him face to face. Moreover, after Bati and kiajan fled, they gathered a group of local ruffians and scoundrels who always came to attack and harass. They didn\'t dare to be too presumptuous with me." bachit explained that he didn\'t explain the reason for vidava to Cherchen at the first time.

"Are you telling the truth?" father spasokukotsky confirmed.

"It\'s true, I swear in the name of God," bachit vowed.

Father sparsokukotsky, who was inclined to bachit, chose to believe bachit\'s words. The priest then asked why there was such a fierce conflict between bachit and kiajan, even to the extent of war. Although father sparsokukotsky probably knew the reason, he still wanted to hear from bachit himself.

"It\'s not because of the Jewish vampires," said a man next to bachit: "After deputy head Pedro left, we had enough free work for 4-5 days a day. Keayan said that god spent six days creating the world and only one day to rest. As a lamb of God, we should do the same. He asked us to take another day to rush to build the garden. We really couldn\'t stand it, so we rose up against him."

What kiajan did was exactly what father spasokukotsky guessed. The priest clenched his teeth angrily. He said to bachit, "deputy head, you go to Silesia with me, and you expose kiajan\'s true face in front of the head."

"OK!" bachit replied loudly, "we\'ll go now."

Bachit was also impatient. As soon as he took the priest\'s hand, he was ready to rush all night.

Father sparsokukotsky stopped him: "what\'s the hurry? You forget there\'s another wedding for you to preside over today."

Now that the truth of the matter is clear, father sparsokukotsky has let go. It\'s late today. Why not start again tomorrow morning.

With that, father sparsokukotsky went to the square in the center of the town and looked nervously at the father and bachit\'s bride and groom.

Father sparsokukotsky took out a gold coin and handed it to the bride. He blessed: "here you are, child. May God bless you, just as he blessed every innocent person."

The parents and relatives of the bride and groom burst into cheers when they saw that father sparsokukotsky was so generous. The groom\'s father, a wrinkled farmer, came forward and kissed the back of a priest\'s hand. The violinist played the tune so high that he trembled with excitement, as if he were the one who accepted the gold coins.

In such a cheerful atmosphere, the boys stamped their feet and the girls danced. The campfire in the square was burning more and more, and the firewood crackled in the fire.

Bachit presided over the wedding for the new couple. Like the bride\'s father, he handed the bride into the hands of the groom. After taking the bride\'s hand, the groom took the bride to the threshold of his house and lay down with her head on the threshold according to the custom. Then he took the axe handed by his companion and cut off the bride\'s braid, which also indicates that the bride has changed from a girl to a real woman.

The lively atmosphere lasted all night. The next morning, bachit and father sparsokukotsky went on the road to Silesia to defend themselves.

After another six days\' journey, they finally arrived at the castle. At this time, the mercenary soldiers scattered in various towns had gathered and prepared to return home.