This Game is Too Real

  Chapter 675 The food exchanged by labor is dignified

  The port of the circular island.

  Damp and stuffy cabin.

   Sitting cross-legged next to the lamp, Sesame Paste was reading a storybook she borrowed from Sisi to the children around her.

  In the beginning, Misa was doing this alone. The purpose was to relieve the boredom of the active children and teach them to read and write.

  Later, sesame paste was also added.

  Thanks to this, recently she found that her human language has improved a lot, especially in reading and writing. Some popular texts can be read normally even without the help of VM.

  Squatting next to the sesame paste, a little girl about seven or eight years old hugged her knees, staring straight at the dangling cat ears above her head.

   After a story was finished, she finally couldn't help being curious, and whispered softly.

"elder sister."

   "What's wrong?" Sesame Paste, who turned over a page, looked at the little girl with a gentle smile.

  Sesame paste remembers that the little girl's name is Gooseberry.

  Her father was a fruit farmer, entrusted her to the boat, and fled into the jungle outside Jin Gallon Harbor together with other Moon Clan people who were determined to resist.

  Like many children here, she has no relatives on board, and Misa has always been taking care of her.

  The little girl looked at the sesame paste timidly, and was embarrassed for a while, but finally said what was in her heart.

   "Are you the messenger of the Silver Moon Goddess?"

   Slightly stunned, Sesame Paste blinked and asked.

   "Why do you ask that?"

   "Because those people said so...everyone on the ship," the little girl continued in a low voice, "I was wondering...whether the Silver Moon Goddess of Silver Moon Bay and the Moon Goddess of Borneo Province are actually the same person."

  Occasionally she would see some mercenaries from Silver Moon Bay secretly praying to this sister with cat ears, but everyone in the cabin said she was the incarnation of the moon god.

  Everyone said different things, she couldn't help but feel a little confused, what exactly is this sister with cat ears.

  Looking at a pair of eyes eagerly looking at him, with a smile that couldn't help but appear on his sesame face, he stretched out his hand and gently touched Gooseberry's little head.

   "Hmm... Maybe it's really possible. After all, both myths and history are written by people."

   "Really?" Not only the gooseberries, but the eyes of all the children lit up.

   "Yeah!" Sesame said with a smile, "It happens that my sister has a good friend who likes to study this... You can discuss it with her. Although she doesn't seem to be very talkative, she is actually a very warm-hearted person."

  After reading the story.

  Sesame Paste closed the book, patted his pants lightly and got up from the floor. At this time, she noticed an elderly woman looking at her, so she walked over and asked with a smile.

"What's matter?"

  The old woman's name is Sang Ru, she is sixty years old, she is the oldest survivor here, and she is also a very prestigious elder among the Moon Clan.

  Looking at the sesame paste walking in front of him, the old man nodded slightly and said sincerely.

"It's nothing, I just want to thank you for everyone... Those children are poor people. Their fathers fought thousands of miles away with the army of the Xilan Empire. I don't know if there will be a chance to reunite in the future. Thanks to you and Misa, at least Give them the opportunity to learn knowledge."

   "I just did what I can, and I'm actually quite happy." Faced with such a solemn thank you, Sesame Paste couldn't help being a little shy, and scratched his cheek in embarrassment.

"Even so, we are very grateful, as well as your friends who took us in," Sang Ru looked at her seriously, and said with a little shame in her tone, "If there is anything that can help, please tell We, even if it is to help you clean your clothes or the deck or something. We have been eating your food and using your food... Everyone is actually very sorry."

  Looking at the serious old man, Sesame said dumbfounded.

   "It really doesn't have to be like this, we—"

"This is very important to us." Sang Ru lowered her eyebrows apologetically, "I'm sorry, these words may have made you feel embarrassed. According to the ancestral teachings of our Moon Clan, only food obtained through hard work is valuable. Dignified... We are very grateful for your help, and we will definitely repay you, but if conditions permit, please also give us a chance to fight for our own dignity."

   Sesame looked at the old man blankly.

  Feeling the earnestness and determination in those eyes, she held the old man's wrinkled hand, and responded to her request with a serious expression.

   "Well, I promise!"

  …

  At the same time, the deck of the Rourou was full of chattering noise.

   One person and one bear lying on the side of the ship are holding binoculars and looking towards the west direction excitedly.

   "Whoa! Flesh! Another boat is coming!"

   "I saw it! A circle older than us!"

  Although they have been bored at the port for several days, the two treasures never leave themselves idle and can always find some fun for themselves.

   Like now.

  The two played a ship guessing game, guessing whether the first ship to dock today was a warship or a cargo ship.

   Looking at it now, it is no surprise that Rourou won.

  I saw a cargo ship with a wide and long deck emitting black smoke, and it was heading towards the port under the leadership of two speedboats.

   And after seeing the cargo ship full of cargo, the horn at the pier suddenly sounded like rain after a long time.

  Under the urging of the broadcast, the workers sitting on the shore basking in the sun got up one after another, flung the towels lazily on their shoulders and walked towards their workstations, which startled a crowd of seagulls squatting on the pier singing in chorus.

  The originally leisurely port suddenly became busy again.

  At present, the battle in the southern waters is in full swing. Even though the location of the ring island is far from the center of the battlefield, there are still not many foreign ships visiting here.

  Looking at the empty sea, Rourou sometimes couldn't help thinking naively, maybe this is why the governor of the port didn't drive them away.

   After all, those docks are empty anyway.

   At least they will pay 1000 dinars per day as a detention fee.

  Tail: "Oh! Rourou! Did you see what's piled on the deck?"

   Rourou: "I can't see clearly, it seems to be ore?"

  The tail suddenly called out.

   "Oops, meaty, we're in trouble! That ship...maybe it's a pirate!"

  Fatty looked in surprise at Tail who suddenly made a deep expression and stroked his chin.

   "Huh?! How did you see that?!"

   "You don't understand this, meaty."

   Put away the tail of the telescope, stepped on the side of the ship, wittily raised the half of the eyebrow that was not very smart.

"The tail can see through it at a glance. The Northwest Wind that sailed with the Northwest Wind is actually a pirate ship disguised as a cargo ship! The port was robbed and the governor's daughter was taken away, but luckily the Knights of the White Bear stopped them... General Movie It's all shot like this!"

  Finally realizing that this guy was joking again, the relieved Rourou looked at her dumbfounded and complained.

   "What the **** is the Mistral?"

   "That ship came from the northwest, don't pay attention to these details! Isn't there something more worth complaining about? Meat!"

   Speaking of this, the tail suddenly wrinkled its nose.

   "Wait...Fatty, did you smell anything strange?"

  Routy was taken aback for a moment, and took a deep breath against the sea breeze, and then the furry bear face huddled together, pinching his nose and sticking out his pink tongue.

   "yue!"

   "It stinks!"

  …

  At the same time, on the deck of the Northwest Wind, the furs spread out were emitting a strong and disgusting smell.

  Although Morgarvey expected that the fur might have started to stink, the speed of biomass decay in the tropical environment was beyond his imagination.

  The moment his mercenaries untied the hemp rope tied on the fur pile, a pungent stench quickly filled the entire deck.

  The smell was like an entire container of herring cans being opened at the same time, and even the bravest Awakened was stunned to take several steps back before standing still.

  However, Mogarvey can't care so much.

In order to prevent those furs from rotting and fermenting, he could only endure the uproar in his stomach, and urged the retreating mercenaries to spread out the furs one by one on the deck, and then scooped up seawater with buckets, one bucket after another. Buckets poured over it.

  There is nothing wrong with this approach.

   In the case of insufficient salt, pouring seawater directly on the fur to rub and beat it is also one of the methods for tanning fur and leather.

  Salt water not only kills the bacteria on the fur surface, but also prevents the fur from chapping, and cleans the sweat, blood and oil on the fur surface.

  However, Mogave still underestimated the roughness of this batch of goods and the waterproof performance of the Northwest Wind cargo ship.

  The bucket after bucket of sea water failed to wash the stench into the sea, but instead allowed the sea water mixed with grease and blood to seep into the cabin.

   Now the entire lower deck is like a murder scene, with sticky grease and wet blood everywhere.

  Seeing his love boat turned into such a ghost, Captain Song Haining's lips turned blue from anger, and his whole face turned into a liver color.

  If it weren't for the fact that the hiring money was still on the port of Silver Moon Bay, he would have liked to throw this guy off the deck with that pile of cheaply bought junk to feed the fish!

  "...I'll say it again, get these things out of my ship as soon as I'm in port! The cargo we say is coal and iron! Not these moldy and smelly things!"

"What a musty and smelly thing!" Mojavey stared at him with wide eyes, "Do you know how much these things can be sold in the desert! Especially in the northernmost Golden Lizard Kingdom, their popularity is so high. It even surpasses the satin made of devil silk!"

  Song Haining looked at him with a livid face.

   "I don't care what this is, it's goods outside the contract! You breached the contract first! Mr. Mogave! And our contract stipulates that my ship does not carry fresh goods!"

   Mojavey said with all his strength.

   "It's not fresh goods! It's fur—"

   Song Haining interrupted him angrily.

   "Enough, don't play word games with me! This thing is just peeled off the prey!"

  Mulgarvey folded his hands and looked at him imploringly.

   "Please, my friend, after finishing this business, I will clean it up for you! Make sure there is no smell on your boat!"

   "30,000 dinars!" Song Haining stared at him and said, "I won't let you touch my boat again. When you land in Yinyue Bay, you will roll as far as you can!"

   "Okay, no problem!" Mojavey nodded as if smashing garlic, and said with a smile, "As long as you promise me to wait a while outside the French Fry Port on the return trip—"

   "Get out!" Unable to bear this guy anymore, Song Haining stretched out his hand and pushed him and shouted angrily, "Take your pile of rags and get out now!"

  Looking at the angry captain, the apprentice at the helm did not dare to speak to him, so he could only rely on his inexperienced experience to steer the ship towards the pier.

  The Northwest Wind just parked next to the Rourou, and the two cargo ships with completely different styles just parked side by side.

   Leaning on the side of the boat to watch the fun, Tail and Rou Rou excitedly ate melons, while booing.

   "Oh! Fight!"

"come on!"

  Hearing the sound coming from the deck of the cargo ship, Song Haining, who was about to grab the profiteer by his collar and give him a hard lesson, subconsciously stopped what he was doing, and looked towards the ship.

  I saw a man and a bear standing on the side of the boat looking at this side.

   Meeting his eyes, the girl with short hair waved enthusiastically.

   "Oh, friends across the way! Who are you?"

  Song Haining narrowed his eyes, stared at her and the big white bear beside her for a while, and then looked at the flag hanging above the cabin, feeling familiar.

   "This is the Mistral! Who are you?"

  The moment they heard the name, one person and one bear standing on the side of the boat were startled.

   "Huh?!"

   "giao! Is it really the Northwest Wind?!"

  Song Haining stared intently at the man and the bear, wondering where he had seen this pair of live treasures. But Tail thought he was waiting for him to report himself, and said "ah" quickly.

   "We are Rourou! I am Tail! She is Rourou!"

Tail?

  Song Haining was taken aback for a moment, but hadn't reacted yet. Mogave, who was standing beside him, cried out in surprise when he heard the name.

   "Tail?! Wait, you're the tail?!"

   Seeing that someone recognized him in this vast sea, Tail suddenly showed a surprised expression.

   "I AM! Have you heard of me?!"

   Mojavey smiled embarrassedly, and broke free from the hand that was holding his collar.

"I seem to have seen your portrait... Ah, I remembered, at the port of Silver Moon Bay! There is a group of guys from Borneo Province, they take your portrait to inquire about everyone, and there is this guy next to you Talking Bear."

  Hearing this sentence, Tail and Rourou were startled.

   "giao?!"

   "Why am I also wanted?!"

  Seeing the exaggerated reactions of the two, Mogave quickly explained.

   "Not wanted, the City Lord's Mansion of Silvermoon City hasn't heard anything, but you may have offended some... Uh, guys who are not on the stage, you'd better be careful recently."

  After hearing these words, Tail was relieved.

   "Thank you for the information! We will be careful!"

   "You're welcome," Mojavey smiled shyly, glanced at Captain Song Haining at the side, and said expectantly to Tail, "By the way, do you have any plans to return to Silver Moon Bay in the near future?"

   Tail said naturally.

   "No, what's the matter?"

  Mogarvey froze and scratched the back of his head.

   "Ah...that's difficult, I have a headache, the guy I met in Chip Harbor earlier told me to come here and ask you."

  Smelling the smell of side missions from this sentence, Tail's eyes lit up immediately, and asked while holding the railing with both hands.

   "Whoa! What's up - oh no, are you in any trouble?"

   "That's right," Mogarvey continued helplessly after glancing at the pile of furs spread out on the deck, "Because of this unexpected windfall, I offended the old friend next to me to death..."

   "Who is your old friend! And is it about money!" Song Haining gave him a hard look, "Stop talking nonsense, get these dirty things off my boat!"

   Seeing the captain looking at him emotionally, Mogave quickly raised his hand to try to calm his emotions.

   "I know, I know, don't worry! I have to find someone to help me with these things first, right?"

  As soon as he heard this, Tail's eyes suddenly became brighter.

   "Wait, do you need manpower?"

   "Do you have any?" Mojavey was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously took a look at the so-called Rourou.

  A few sailors and mercenaries can be seen on the deck, but there are no more than 30 people in full battle, maybe there are not as many people as there are on my side.

   Tail smiled triumphantly.

   "Then you are asking the right person, we are full of people here!"

"That's really great... I need two hundred, er, preferably four hundred hands to help me clean these furs. The method is very simple, just pour sea water on it and rub it repeatedly to scrape off the rotten flesh on the surface or something Yes, I will find a way for the tool, it’s okay, I’ll teach it by hand... But are there really enough people here?” Looking at the girl suspiciously, Mogave was a little unsure if she was joking or Seriously, I said without confidence.

   "That's a must! Wait here!"

   Throwing down these words, he ran away from the side of the ship with a thumping tail, rushed to the cabin, opened the door and shouted inside.

   "Sh! Come out to pick up the guests!"

   "What's the matter Ao..."

  Holding a half-organized notebook in his arms, Sisi walked out of the cabin with a face of helplessness. As a result, as soon as she stood on the deck, her beautiful face quickly turned into a bitter melon.

   "Hey—Did Rourou pull **** on the boat?"

  Although the subconscious muttering was small, it was still heard by the sharp ears, and a loud roar sounded on the deck.

   "Am I that kind of person!"

  Sisi subtly moved his eyes away.

  Tail didn't care so much, grabbed her shoulder and said excitedly.

   "Sh! The pirate ship next to it needs a man to help with the freshly peeled fur! They need a lot of people!"

  Sisi was stunned for a moment, then walked to the side of the ship, and glanced suspiciously at the man opposite him who greeted him with a smirk.

   "Hi... Are you the captain here?"

  Compared to the two just now, his intuition told him that this one might be a little more reliable.

   "No... the one next to me is the one," Sisi glanced at the big white bear behind him, then looked at the NPC on the opposite boat, calmed down and asked, "How many people do you need? How much is the price? How to pay?"

  Mogarvey looked at her with piercing eyes and said.

   "The more people, the better! As long as you can finish all these furs within two days, I can give you 100,000 dinars! Pay in cash!"

  Hearing the payment in dinars, Stein put on an expression of lack of interest.

   "If it's 100,000 silver coins, I can consider it, let's forget about dinars."

   "One hundred thousand silver coins?! Are you pirates?!" Mojavey widened his eyes, "Absolutely impossible! I only spent one hundred thousand for these furs!"

   "Oh roar? Are you sure it only cost one hundred thousand?"

  Sisi narrowed his eyes slightly, put the notebook in his arms under his arm, put his arms on the railing of the ship's side, and looked at him with a half-smile.

Do not know why.

  Being watched by these eyes, Mo Jiawei felt his heart tremble for a while, swallowed unconsciously, struggled for a long time, and finally raised three fingers.

   "Don't worry about how much money I received, 30,000 silver coins...for the beauty's sake."

   Ignoring the businessman's flattery, Sis pointed to the deck not far away with his chin.

"I seem to have seen that blood mink fur once in the palace of Petra Fortress. I heard that one can be sold for millions of dinars. You actually got one, two, Three...four pieces? Tsk tsk, you really know how to do business."

  Facing the slightly squinted eyes, Mo Jiawei smiled awkwardly, but there was a burst of sweat behind his back. He didn't expect to meet someone who knew the market.

"…What do you want?"

"It's not good, I just said it casually, don't think too much." With a faint smile, Sisi continued, "Let's just say one more thing by the way, these raw hides are... emmm, very rough, I guess if you don't rescue them There is no hope. The residents on the ring island all have their own jobs, and now they are at war. Even if you can afford it, you may not be able to find so many people all at once, let alone they may not have done these jobs. "

  Mulgarvey looked at her in disbelief.

   "Do you have a professional here?"

  Sisi said casually.

   "I dare not say that they are all of them, but there are still one or two out of ten... Isn't that enough? We can guarantee to clean it up for you."

   Regarding this matter, she did not lie to that guy.

  Borneo Province has many survivors who live by hunting, especially among the Moon Clan who are good at using bows and arrows. In general Orion families, it is common for men to go hunting and women to deal with the skins of their prey.

  Among the group of survivors rescued by Tail in Jin Gallon Port, quite a few were hunters. Some simple work of handling fur is naturally easy for their wives.

   Mogave hesitated for two seconds, and finally nodded.

   "One hundred thousand silver coins is not impossible! But you promise me one condition, don't tell the butcher in Potato Fries about those few blood mink furs..."

  He still wants to continue doing business there.

  If the butchers know that he has earned so much from this business, he is worried that those guys will skin him next time he goes ashore.

  Hearing this sentence, Sisi knew that this guy had already taken the bait, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

   "Don't worry, they are all rule-abiding people. Even if they know about it, they won't say anything. At most, they will scold you behind your back."

  The ten times difference between the purchase price and the selling price is the basic practice of NPCs. Most RPG shops are a virtue, and you will get used to it after playing two games for a while.

   In contrast, "Wasteland OL" is relatively humane. Players in this game rarely have the power to choose.

  At least when they realize that they have been cut leeks by NPC, they can learn their lesson next time and switch to another person to do business.

  Or change the way of talking about business.

   "Then hurry up... don't waste time." Seeing that the two sides had reached an agreement, Mogarvey didn't want to delay for a moment, and patted the railing on the side of the boat to urge.

  But the captain on the side grabbed his collar.

   "Wait, you can't get these goods on my ship! And after unloading, I have to clean the ship inside and out!"

  Mogave looked for help to the woman standing on the opposite boat.

  Understanding that gaze, Sisi said with a faint smile.

   "Add 10,000 silver coins, and we will help you clean up by the way."

   "Ten thousand silver coins?! Why don't you—" Hearing this quotation, Mojavey's eyes suddenly popped out, like a caught croak. However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the captain of the Northwest Wind.

   "Deal! That's it!"

  Seeing that both of them were looking at him, Mogarvey had an expression worse than constipation, but he finally nodded when he thought of the smelly cargo on the deck.

"make a deal."

   "Then it's a happy decision, one hundred and ten thousand silver coins, I'll go talk to the girls."

  With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Sisi turned and returned to the cabin.

   In a few minutes, a large group of ragged girls walked through the cramped and narrow hatch to the deck.

  The moment they saw the group of girls, Mo Jiawei and Song Haining who were standing on the deck were both stunned, and then they looked at Sisi with changed eyes.

   "...Tell me honestly, what kind of business do you guys do?"

   Brushing the hair that fell on his shoulders, Sisi said casually.

   "For charity."

  Mogarvey looked at this guy with an expression of "I believe you a ghost".

   Too lazy to explain to him in detail, Sis glanced at the opposite deck, then at his own side, and said casually.

   "Go to the port and buy a few sets of plastic sheets, or borrow them. It won't cost much."

   "There are quite a few stalls selling fish feed and urea, and I don't want to dirty the boat."

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   (Thanks to the leader of "Book Friends 20171130004559159" for the reward!!)

  (end of this chapter)