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Spring, April, in the night of Gene Town, a young man carrying a piece of pork and a bottle of ale knocked on a large wooden door: "Mama, I'm back."
"Remon, is that you?" His elderly mother, dressed in furs, opened the door.
This was a massive wooden building, divided into many small rooms. Escaped serfs were housed here, and when they had nowhere to live, they could stay in this huge wooden house by paying the count a small rent.
The escaped serfs did not consider this place a home; they hoped more to build their own house in the village or even buy one in the town.
"Mama, I'm back." The spring night was as cold as water; a gust of cold wind blew into the house. Remon appeared with a tired face. Though weary, the young man seemed in good spirits: "I'm exhausted."
