The little boy ran down the hill.
Heath asked, "Who was that boy?"
"Eric!"
"A hateful fellow!"
"Everyone doesn't like him!"
"He's too naughty!"
The children began to answer in a flurry.
Heath asked in puzzlement, "Where are his parents?"
The commoners of this generation had sent their children over one after another after learning that there was free knowledge to learn. However, Heath had never seen this little boy before.
"They're dead."
"There's only one uncle left now. He's a sailor. He's only at home a few days a year. No one can control him."
Heath was stunned.
So that was the case. No wonder he looked like he lacked discipline. It turned out that no one could control him.
After thinking for a while, Heath said casually, "If anyone sees him next time, you can tell him. If anyone wants to come here for a lesson, I welcome them."
