Treasure hunter, sailing on the blue sea

In the bag, there were 12 silver snakes in the so-called "private money".

I learned about the surrounding currency system through memory. Although this is not a huge amount of money, it is definitely enough.

One silver snake can be exchanged for an average of 200 copper swallows, which may fluctuate slightly depending on the situation, but generally not more than 10.

A kilogram of ordinary bread, the staple food of the island residents, is worth 1 copper swallow.

An adult eats about the same amount in a day.

An ordinary sailor's knife costs more than 100 copper swallows on this island.

The money a qualified carpenter can earn in a year is only a little more than five silver snakes.

In other words, the private money I have now is worth two years' carpenter's salary.

For ordinary families, it is a good choice for their children to become carpenters.

The father in my memory is almost at this level, maybe better but not much better.

"Private money" equivalent to two years' salary?

Is it really okay?

With so much money, was he really not beaten to death by his mother at that time?

"Oh my God, little Alka, what are you doing?"

At this time, a woman wearing a linen shirt and a yellowish apron stood at the door of the courtyard.

After she saw Alka's behavior, she hurried over.

He patted the dust on his body vigorously, then held his head with both hands and carefully inspected him up and down.

"You just got sick. You should have a good rest in bed now. There are no treasures for you to dig for at home, my little treasure hunter."

What she responded to was Alka's somewhat embarrassed smile.

In the past few days, in order to recall all the memories of his original body without revealing the truth, Alka has been pretending to be sick and lying in bed, trying not to communicate too much with former acquaintances.

The person in front of him is his neighbor. He seems to be very familiar with his former mother and can be considered a relative.

During the time when she was pretending to be sick, she came the most frequently and was the most concerned about Alka.

Unexpectedly, he was caught immediately.

The brain is working like crazy.

Alka said directly: "Aunt Marcy, I just remembered that my father once left some money for me here."

As he spoke, he showed a somewhat embarrassed smile.

"Okay, okay, then congratulations, you have found treasure again."

Aunt Marcy said in a perfunctory tone.

He picked up the bag of gold coins wrapped in a lot of mud in his hand, then grabbed Alka's shoulders and pushed him into the room.

He kept mumbling: "But now, you should lie on the bed and have a good rest."

So strong.

Alka was pushed into the room without any resistance.

I could only sit on the edge of the bed helplessly.

Aunt Marcy patted the bag of gold coins in her hand, patting off almost all the dirt on it. She nodded with satisfaction after seeing it was relatively clean.

Put the gold coin bag on the bedside table.

A series of actions did not leave Alka's sight.

"Your father finally did some personnel work, and he left you a good fortune."

When she just picked up the gold coin bag, she noticed the approximate number of silver coins inside through the weight and the sound of collision.

The reason why Alka said it directly was because this little money was not enough to move people's hearts.

No need to be secretive.

Aunt Marcy came to the kitchen on the side of the room. The kitchen in the stone house was open.

"With this money, you can learn some trades. You can be a mason or a carpenter. Hans and Thomas are also pretty good at it."

"Perhaps we can go outside the island to learn cooking skills. The food in the tavern tastes too unpleasant, but we can't go to the outer island..."

Her voice began to chatter, and at the same time, the sound of her starting to cook was heard.

"If you don't like it, just farm. We'll help you farm the two fields your mother left behind.

With this money, he can buy two more pieces of land and produce enough golden wheat every year to survive. "

"All this is thanks to the protection of the Stone Mother."

Upon hearing this, Alka, who had been silent until now, quickly replied: "Thank you Stone Mother for your protection."

It's almost instinctive.

However, Alka's continued silence made Aunt Marcy's nagging gradually stop.

While she was washing vegetables, she turned her head and stared at Alka beside the bed.

With a little unknown emotion in his tone, he said: "I know your dream has always been to become a treasure hunter on the sea, but you have to know that the sea is too dangerous, especially for so-called treasure hunters.

Pirates, storms, and sea monsters can all easily kill you. "

"If you are in any danger, your mother's soul will not rest in peace, and your damn father will not rest in peace."

After finishing speaking, the whole room fell silent.

Only the sound of cooking came from time to time.

In Alka's memory, her parents disappeared when she was about 10 years old.

Although no bones were found, it wasn't long before Aunt Marcy said her parents were dead.

Everyone on the island says so.

From then on, although he still lived alone at home, Aunt Marcy next door basically became his second mother.

In my memory, I was still more afraid of her.

Aunt Marcy is not short in stature, and it is said that the few grown men who are just waiting for her are not necessarily her opponents.

Alka, who was used to being a gentle mother, could imagine what kind of punishment she would receive for her naughtiness at that time.

But I learned it through memory Alka.

Aunt Marcy is a really nice person.

Just a little bit of violence.

Well, just a little bit really.

…

At dusk, Aunt Marcy brought the prepared meals to the table.

"Hurry up and eat. Sigert is coming back too. I have to go back and cook for them."

After speaking, he wiped his hands on his apron and opened the wooden door without waiting for Alka to answer.

At this time, he stopped by the wooden door and turned around and said, "Let's have a good rest tonight. If you feel fine tomorrow, can you go on your treasure hunt again?"

There was a hint of seriousness in his tone.

"Um."

Alka nodded quickly, this tone was too familiar to him.

Aunt Marcy walked out with satisfaction.

After leaving, he sat at the table, picked up the bread and dipped it in the stew and ate it.

The bread was surprisingly good, but the stew had no taste, only a slight salty taste.

After all, all kinds of spices are expensive in this era.

But at least it was able to enter without making him feel sick or unacceptable.

Turn the treasure hunting manual to the map page and start reading.

In his field of vision, the small white dot next to his house on the map no longer glowed at all and became dim.

Does this mean we got the treasure?

He reached out his hand and tried to click.

[Hidden private money] (harvest)

[Difficulty: Teenager]

【Famousness: 2】

[Treasure information: Things that my father buried many years ago. 】

[Treasure Harvest: "Silver Snake" × 12. 】

“It’s not much different from before. There is an additional word (harvest) after the name.

There is an additional entry showing the harvest brought by the treasure. "

At this time, Alka felt an inexplicable impulse.

He picked up the quill on the table, dipped it in, and marked the white dot on the map.

Seeing this hook, Alka smiled.

The instinct reacted, and great satisfaction arose in my heart.

Then, I couldn't help but point towards the last white spot that I didn't check.

This white spot is at the very back of the island, probably on the edge of the cliff by the sea.