Chapter 632 The Little Boy Selling Candy (3K, Extra Updates for Tips without Nicknames)

Just as Almighty Manor is located on the earth, Blue Stone Leaf Manor is also attached to an "inner star".

Such stars that are closed inward in space are completely invisible to the outside world. They do not react with any electromagnetic waves or particles and cannot be observed. They can only have an observable impact on the outside world through gravity or in space.

On Earth, there is a name for this kind of star that does not exist in common sense, and it is called "dark matter."

It does not have "size" in the traditional sense, but it does have space inside. In other words, all inner stars are independent "space bubbles" in the universe, and there are also spaces between different space bubbles. The interaction is like the earth to the sun.

To put it another way, this is the back side of the world where the earth is located, and all laws are specious.

The manor owners, the Industrial Party, etc. are the civilization born in this world.

In the universe, they occupy most of the resources. Compared with the world in which humans exist, they are like branches and leaves to the trunk, and shadows to the main body. They are existences so small that they can be ignored.

The arrival of Zhuang Buyuan is probably the first time that an earthling, or a person from the "positive universe", has come to this world.

This man, full of rage, desire to conquer, and even determination to kill, came to the outskirts of Blue Stone Leaf Manor.

All those who stand in front of him will be conquered by him and trampled to the ground by him.

So, what is this conqueror doing now?

There is a wall outside the Blue Stone Leaf Manor. This is the "Forbidden Sky Stone Wall". Within this range, all machines cannot fly and only living creatures can fly.

The inside of the forbidden stone wall is already the outer space of the manor, and the major forces are fighting and fighting inside the forbidden stone wall.

But outside the forbidden stone wall, many residents of the Exile Era settled down, forming small villages scattered sporadically along the forbidden stone wall.

They are at the bottom of the entire Exile Era, struggling to survive in the cracks of several major forces.

In these villages, there are tents, carriages, giant mechanical dogs, boats, and all kinds of things that the villagers can think of or cannot imagine.

The creatures from the Exile Era can really fly about anything.

And here, Zhuang Buyuan saw at least a dozen races that he had never seen before.

They struggle to survive just to earn a bite to eat.

As there were more villages, a small market appeared, where they exchanged items, news, and everything else that could be exchanged.

There are disheveled vagabonds selling their children and girls, as well as middle-aged ladies who smile professionally when meeting people, blacksmiths holding hammers and tinkering to earn some hard money, and people selling cans. A wine seller who brews inferior wine.

Naturally, here are also the regular armies from major cities wearing crisp uniforms, swaggering through the city; the rogues with fierce faces and gloomy eyes; and the swaggering fallen dragon-man thieves with four arms and four legs.

as well as……

Four giant war dogs, three of which were on the way to an expedition.

On the roadside, only the largest war giant dog that Zhuang Buyuan rode was left squatting on the roadside. Its mouth was open, and a tent was propped up in front of its chest. A simple counter was placed in the tent. The Xunlian was banging away behind the counter with a hammer.

Zhuang was squatting next to him not far away, looking at Old Honglong with distrust: "Aren't you going to lie to me? Can you really repair all the other giant war dogs?"

"Of course, owner, how can you doubt my craftsmanship, Old Banglong?" Old Banglong patted his chest hard, "If you replace it with these parts, it will definitely be fine!"

"You said the same thing last time. What was the result?" Zhuang Buyuan didn't believe it.

"This...that..." Old Banglong's face turned redder, "These giant war dogs have always been in a fragile balance, so although they are old-fashioned, they can always be used. I...when I repaired them before , didn’t consider this…”

"In other words, it's okay if you don't cultivate, but after you cultivate, it's broken?"

"After all... they are too old..." Old Banglong defended with a red face, "Sometimes they are so evil, they won't break if they are not repaired, but they will break if they are repaired! You can't blame me for this!"

Zhuang Buyuan rolled his eyes again.

I don’t blame you, do you blame me?

Just when he was about to mock Lao Honglong's skills, Zhuang Buyuan heard a voice full of hope and fear: "Sir shopkeeper, I...we have brought something again!"

Zhuang Buyuan stood up and looked out from the counter, and saw a pale farmer walking into the tent carrying something in his shabby clothes.

The farmers were one of the races that Zhuang Buyuan had never seen before.

The so-called farmers are actually a professional race of farmers.

In the era of manor owners, they were the most numerous race and were naturally good at tending various plants and crops. However, in the era of exile, land has become a scarce resource, and farmers can do nothing but farm.

Having lost the basis for their survival, in the Era of Exile, their number became smaller and smaller. Even the few who survived had to rely on other races to survive, and most of them became slaves.

This farmer was once a slave. There were still traces of slave marks on his cheeks, but they were cut off by something, leaving a huge scar, which made his pale cheeks look even more terrifying, like It's a zombie emerging from a graveyard.

Behind him were two farmers who were even thinner and more ugly than him. Both farmers had more than one scar on their faces. It was said that every time a slave changed hands, their master would mark the previous one on them. Cut them off and put new marks on them.

"If you have something, bring it to me to see." Zhuang Buyuan patted the table. He has been here for several days and everyone knows the rules.

"Yes, yes, please take a look, Mr. Shopkeeper..." The leader of the farmer carefully poured the parts in the clothes onto the counter.

"What happened to your hand?" Zhuang Buyuan saw at a glance that the farmer's right hand was wrapped in rags, with blood seeping out of it.

"A broken finger knife is no problem, no problem." The farmer showed a panicked smile, and then flattered Zhuang Buyuan: "Sir shopkeeper, take a look at our parts, how many can we exchange for them?"

The other two people also hurriedly put their parts on the counter.

Zhuang Buyuan saw one of the people's right arm twisted strangely, with a broken bone exposed.

"Why are you injured so seriously?" Zhuang Buyuan was startled.

"It's not in the way, it's not in the way!" The farmer didn't dare to raise his head and talk to Zhuang Buyuan. He covered his broken arm and hid behind his companion as if he was afraid that Zhuang Buyuan would see something dirty.

Zhuang Buyuan followed him with eyes, and the leader of the farmer explained with a wry smile: "Sir, the Black Triangle and the rogues are fighting. We were afraid that the parts would be stolen by others if we were late, so we were waiting nearby. We just exploded." I rushed forward when I was destroyed, but no matter what, I was hit by a part..."

Charge into the battlefield of war giants? Hit by flying parts from the explosion?

"You don't want your life! If you are still alive now, it means you are desperate!"

The farmer leader gave a bitter smile, opened his mouth, and said nothing.

Even if he didn't say anything, Zhuang Buyuan knew what he was going to say.

Zhuang Buyuan has heard this sentence many times recently.

“Farmers’ lives are cheap.”

Zhuang Buyuan had heard this sentence before on Earth, but at that time, it was "the life of the poor is cheap".

And here, Zhuang Buyuan had a deeper understanding of this sentence.

Zhuang Buyuan silently fiddled with the parts. These parts were of different sizes, most of them were incomplete, and a few were still complete, but also a little blackened.

It seems that the residual heat of the explosion still remains on the parts, and some parts still have blood left on them. It is not known whether it is the blood of the occupants of the war dog or a farmer.

Zhuang Buyuan didn't know what to say.

Finally he took a breath and began to sort the parts.

"There are five intact parts in total, so that's five dollars."

"The eleven ones that are slightly damaged are worth five...six yuan."

"These severely damaged parts can only be melted down and recast. Adding them all up, they are three pieces."

"A total of fourteen... fifteen yuan."

Zhuang Buyuan took out fifteen sugar cubes from the counter and lined them up neatly on the counter.

Next to him, Lao Honglong murmured in a low voice: "These illiterate people don't know how to count at all. Owner, just give them ten yuan, which is enough..."

Zhuang Buyuan rolled his eyes at him.

Fifteen sugar cubes are probably worth one dollar on earth.

You think it’s expensive to buy so many parts for one dollar? How stingy you are!

A few months ago, weren't you also illiterate?

Do you understand that you need to be honest in doing business?

"Thank you, shopkeeper, thank you, shopkeeper!" The farmer leader burst into tears of gratitude, bowed to Zhuang Buyuan, then carefully picked up the sugar cube and put it into a small bag.

Their throats rolled a few times, and the faint sweet smell of sugar cubes was extremely tempting to them.

Zhuang Buyuan had seen the allure of sugar on creatures from the Exile Era.

Even those guys in the manor who already had enough food and clothing would fight over a piece of candy.

Not to mention these hungry farmers.

But these sugar cubes cannot satisfy them. They must keep the sugar cubes and replace them with something easier to satisfy their hunger.

They stood in the corner of the tent and carefully took out a sugar cube.

A horny bone knife popped out from under the palm of the farmer leader's right hand, and he carefully cut the piece of candy into quarters on his palm.

"Hey, I remember there were four of you here before. Where is the other person?" Zhuang Buyuan suddenly asked.

Old Banglong tugged at the corner of his clothes.

"How... uh..."

Zhuang Buyuan suddenly realized that he had made a mistake and looked at the three farmers apologetically.

The farmer’s leader’s voice was so hoarse that he couldn’t hear it: “He…he didn’t make it through…”

Zhuang Buyuan didn't know what to say.

For some broken parts, or in other words, for a few sugar cubes, you put your life in it?

Zhuang Buyuan wanted to ask if it was worth it?

But in the end he couldn't ask anything, and all his thoughts turned into a long sigh.

Farmers’ lives are cheap, and poor people’s lives are cheap!

In the corner of the tent, three farmers took a quarter of a sugar cube one by one.

One piece for each person, and the remaining piece is still in the hands of the farmer leader.

The three people stared blankly at the remaining piece of sugar cube, and suddenly burst into tears.

As mentioned, thank you to the nickname leader for the reward~Uncle Ha had diarrhea and collapse two days ago, so he couldn't update it, so he will make it up today.

There have been a lot of rewards for children’s shoes in the past two days, and Uncle Ha will work hard to continue adding more!