Last night, Buffon completely felt why the Calaco District is called a sewer. In his own world language, large genetically mutated mosquitoes can suck the blood of an adult. With the help of huge clothes, Buffon He only wrapped his thin body in clothes to ward off the mosquitoes that might suck him dry, but the hot weather in the St. John Empire nearly suffocated him hiding in the clothes.
The dark circles under Buffon's eyes because he had not rested well, or was not asleep at all, made him particularly lack of energy. He rolled up his huge sleeves and trousers and tied them to his legs with ropes. Buffon stretched out his arms and legs. After lazing around, he found a relatively clean water source in a puddle on one side. He could only hope that it would be clean. Without thinking too much, Buffon wet his hands with water and wiped a few handfuls on his dirty face.
Looking at himself reflected in the relatively clear water, he said to himself somewhat narcissistically: "Well, he does look pretty good. If the aesthetics of the earth are also small," the black hair and pupils feel very special. Although he is thin but his strong facial features make people feel very heroic, but his height is a bit too short, probably less than 1.7 meters. It is no wonder that because he does not have sufficient nutrition, his height is naturally not up to the average level. Looking at the stranger in the reflection With his face, he gradually accepted the reality that he had come into this world, and Buffon no longer existed, he was Krens.
Gu Gu Gu Gu...
Kerens's stomach growled, and his hunger reminded him all the time that it was difficult to get food here, even a piece of cheap brown bread.
He took out his only wealth, the half-gram sou coin, from his pocket. At this moment, he looked at the numbers and portraits engraved on the metal copper coin. It felt so intoxicating. He smiled bitterly and shook his head to laugh at himself. He said, "Is it possible that I have to flatter those aristocratic ladies to get food like him? I feel cold just thinking about it. And the hat I got last night, in addition to being used to repel mosquitoes and flies, is really hard to find." It's not in any special place, so I'm a little hesitant to sell it, I think I can get a few miles of it."
Today's news! Today's news!
The latest ironclad ship of the St. John Empire. The light last night was the kingdom's secret weapon. In order to use it to deal with the group of orangutans in the south, the royal family of the Suitland United Empire had civil strife due to different opinions. Prince Yodel's new wife She got pregnant so quickly, and bank tycoon Sirius married his fifth wife...
According to the memory in his mind, Krens came to this place called Saco Street. This is one of the few places in Calaco where you can buy cheap but good-tasting black bread, and more of them are sold by It is run by noble men. In order to make more money, the nobles often add too much wood chips to the black flour to reduce the use of black flour.
"Secret weapon", when he heard today's newspaper describe the holy light last night like this, Kerens was a little stunned. What kind of secret weapon could have such a scene, and today's newspaper was also very cooperative. The explanation of the light made him have some guesses. It seemed that someone was trying to cover up this matter.
Clence, who was already very hungry, decided not to think about this problem anymore. It had nothing to do with him anyway, and he was a little entangled in using his only wealth to solve today's breakfast. This made him quite reluctant, looking at the crowds and four wheels passing by. The taxi carriages, the quaint Western-style streets and buildings, and the people selling various things on the streets, some of them looked like scenes from the black-and-white old-fashioned movies that he had seen before. Kerens exclaimed: "It's really lively. If it weren't for the strange power of Old John that I had seen, then I would only wonder if I had gone back to the past instead of going to another world. People in this world also seemed to like sexy news. Sure enough, there were people there. All kinds of gossip are inevitable."
Clance, who was walking among the crowd, suddenly tightly grasped half a gram of sou in his hand. Just now, there were already three, maybe four, boys who were only about seven or eight years old and quietly held the half gram of su in his hand. They reached into Kerens' pocket and groped for something. To their disappointment, they didn't find any food or money in Kerens' pocket, and they fled quickly and skillfully.
Krens, who pretended not to notice anything strange, had a calm face, as if nothing had happened. He didn't want to expose the other party, but it just felt a little strange. His dress was obviously not much different from theirs. Being able to steal himself proved that this group of people The children must have not had food for a long time. They wanted to try their luck, but to their disappointment, Krens was also a poor man at this time.
The owners of their own bodies also started stealing other people's things at their age. Everything they did in this country was to survive and have only a little food. This was not their fault, but they were When others catch them, they are often beaten severely, and some even lose their lives.
Cautiously walking through the crowd, Krens took the only half a gram of copper coins and walked to the black bakery on the corner of Sako Street. In his memory, half a gram of sou can buy half a low-quality black bread. , this is enough for me to barely maintain a sense of fullness for a day. After all, my appetite is very small, but when I think back to the taste of the food I had in Old John's house, I still feel uncomfortable in my throat. The hard feeling and inferior and rough taste are really It's hard to swallow.
Looking at a woman on the roadside holding a baby who must have been born not long ago, begging next to a pile of garbage. The tattered clothes on her body could not hide the brand-new scars on her arms. The baby in her arms was still crying, and the woman was sitting on her knees. On the roadside, she looked at the passers-by with empty eyes, but unfortunately, even if she was holding a baby whose crying was getting hoarse at this time, she did not bring anyone to help. For them, selflessly helping others is Luxury, help may only exist when the noble gentleman is in a good mood.
Cron suddenly couldn't bear to continue reading, but he knew very clearly that there was no money to help the other party. Even if he kindly gave the half of a kesu to the other party, would anyone else give it to him tomorrow? As for her, Kerens sighed softly, turned his head and looked away, walked past her, and stopped in front of an old bakery. The heat from high-temperature baking spreads around with the aroma, and people can't help but guess its texture and taste. Inside, a blond lady with some wrinkles and a figure that has become a little fat due to age is holding a metal... The plate came out, with fresh bread of all kinds placed on it, still exuding the aroma of bread.
He smiled approvingly at her in the tone of Clarence: "Mrs. Jenny, you are still as young as when I first saw you." After all, no woman doesn't like to be praised for her youth, and at first sight, she Mrs. Jenny was indeed very young when she saw her.
"Little Clence, you can still talk just as well. I still remember that at that time you were not as tall as my stool." Mrs. Jenny smiled and gestured with her tall stool with her hands.
He took out the only half of his sukkah from his pocket and said, "Mrs. Jenny, please bring me half of a brown bread."
A somewhat embarrassed expression appeared on Mrs. Jenny's face, and she whispered to Krens, "The price of bread has increased again today. These damn nobles have increased the price of black flour. I'm going to give it to you." I am worried whether my customers will continue to buy my bread."
When he heard the other party say that the price of bread had increased again today, he thought he could only buy a small amount of bread. He felt a little disappointed and thought that he might be hungry today, but Mrs. Jenny still told him that he could only buy a small amount of bread. He took the half of Kesu in his hand, then very skillfully cut off half of the black bread and handed it to Kerens on the opposite side.
"But who has let us know each other for so long?" Mrs. Jenny said to Krens with a smile.
Taking the black bread from Mrs. Jenny's hand, Krensi bowed slightly and said, "Thank you for your kindness, the goddess will make you beautiful forever."
Mrs. Jenny smiled very helpfully at Kerence's compliment, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes became more obvious because of her smile.
"Haha... I think little Clence, if you put on a black formal suit, you would be a very polite gentleman, but you are just too short," Mrs. Jenny teased.
Krens, who was a little dumbfounded, could only smile awkwardly. After all, the other party was telling the truth. Many people of his age were much taller and stronger than him.
After leaving Mrs. Jenny's bakery, Krens covered up the bread with his huge clothes. At the same time, Krens also had the black bowler hat under his clothes, which made him a little bloated and very... It is easy for people to see that there is definitely something hidden under the clothes. This makes Kerens look at the people around him very warily and worry about being coveted by others. After all, he looks very easy to deal with, in the eyes of strong people. At this time, I was like food delivered to my door.