Weird Fantasy: My Life Simulator

Chapter 1 Beginning (1/4)

The cold wind is like a sharp knife, and the streets are a little bit deserted in this cold winter.

There are only two and three hawkers, still wrapped in clothing, squatting on the side of the road.

Looking at the scene in the street, Luo Hao also showed a sense of helplessness in his eyes.

The cold wind in the air caused Luo Hao to shudder and walked into a restaurant with the firewood on his back.

It has been two years since coming into this world, Luo Hao has been completely integrated from the original unacceptable.

In this world that reveals the style of the Republic of China everywhere, it is basically settled down.

After entering the restaurant, Luo Hao walked all the way to the courtyard inside the restaurant.

This is Luo Hao's current work in this world. A firewood farmer at the bottom of society, every day by going to the mountains to cut firewood and then selling it to these restaurants in exchange for some copper plates.

"The shopkeeper is a bit unsatisfied with the firewood you sent in the past two days."

"There is always some deer wood, and there are complaints in the kitchen."

When Luo Hao just walked into the courtyard, an old man dressed like a small servant walked out.

He said to Luo Hao in dissatisfaction.

"Uncle He can't help it, it's winter, where is there so much dry wood on the mountain."

"Lu Chai is the best he can cut down at this time."

Luo Hao's face also showed a little helplessness. Lu Chai was much worse than ordinary dry firewood, but there was really no way.

After all, in such a humid winter, it is basically impossible to have dry wood on the mountain.

"Anyway, if it's still Lu Chai tomorrow, the price will definitely be suppressed."

"Xiaohao, think of a solution for yourself, there is only so much I can help."

Uncle He sighed deeply, took out several copper plates from his pocket and handed them to Luo Hao.

"I know Uncle He, then I'll go back first."

Luo Hao smiled at the old man, and did not blame Uncle He for what he said in his heart.

The job of own was introduced by Uncle He. Otherwise, Luo Hao, a 14-year-old boy, would normally not be willing to hire him.

It is very difficult to find a stable job in this town.

Looking at the copper plates in his hand, Luo Hao smiled at the corner of his mouth and walked towards the bun shop opposite the restaurant.

"Boss, four steamed buns, thank you."

"Okay, I'm an old customer, so just give three copper plates."

To the owner of the bun shop, Luo Hao is no longer a raw face, and basically buys Steamed buns from him every one or two days.

The business is still relatively warm, Luo Hao also smiled and thanked him, counted three copper plates and handed them to the boss.

The Steamed bun wrapped in oil paper, and the Steamed bun just out of the steamer, still carries a touch of heat.

Luo Hao, who was wearing a thin coat, felt a warmth.

He warmed his body, which was already freezing and stiff, a little bit.

Holding the Steamed bun in his arms, Luo Hao walked quickly towards the house.

Through the messy alleys along the way, Luo Hao finally walked into a street full of flat wooden houses.

There was a stinky smell everywhere in the street, with rotten food, sweat, and various foul smells mixed together.

It's just like the smell of a water channel, and most people will feel nauseous when smelling it.

This place is the slum in this town, and the people who live in it are usually poor people and beggars.

Of course, there are more beggars than poor people like Luo Hao. Every winter, many people in this place freeze to death and starve to death. They will not be discovered until the beginning of spring.

Holding the Steamed bun in his arms, Luo Hao walked directly into a courtyard and gently knocked on the dilapidated wooden door in front of him.

"who?"

A naive voice came from the other side of the door.

"Xiaoying is me, open the door."

Hearing this immature voice, Luo Hao's face turned blue from the cold wind gradually revealed a smile.

"Squeak~"

After the wooden door was slowly opened, a small head poked out from the crack in the door.

With a chubby face and big crystal clear eyes, Luo Hao is a typical baby-faced little Loli in Luo Hao's previous life.

After seeing Luo Hao, he gradually opened the wooden door.

"Big Brother, why did you come back so early today."

Xiaoying obediently took the bamboo basket and sickle on Luo Hao's back, and turned her head to look at Luo Hao.

This girl is a little beggar Luo Hao met in a slum shortly after coming to this world.

Luo Hao, who just came to this world, has no life skills because his parents died early.

Once in the slum, she passed out of hunger, but Xiaoying gave Luo Hao half of the Steamed bun she was begging for.

There may not have been this half of the Steamed bun at the beginning, and it is estimated that Luo Hao had frozen to death in the street long ago.

"The fog on the mountain hasn't cleared yet, so I didn't wait much."

"I bought Steamed bun, eat it while it's hot."

Luo Hao looked at the well-behaved girl in front of him, smiled slightly, and took the Steamed bun out of his arms.

The Steamed bun was still warm because Luo Hao was in his arms along the way. After seeing the Steamed bun, Xiaoying did not rush to eat.

After looking at the number of Steamed buns in the oiled paper, I just broke half of the Steamed buns, and then put the remaining Steamed buns back into Luo Hao's hands.

"Big Brother has been busy all day, eat more."

"Xiaoying didn't do anything today, so just eat half of it."*

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