r18novel Chapter 211
Chapter 211
He went out into the streets, rickshaws coming and going, one pulling another seated person back and forth.
The fragrance rushes straight to the nose.
He was hungry.
In that room, the food prepared for him was not enough for him, and he could not express his needs, and at that moment he realized the difference between the amount of food for humans and mermaids.
He decided to go downstairs himself to exchange food.
The owner of the bun shop threw his little pearl on the ground.
"What kind of rags, take a fish eye as a pearl, coax Lao Tzu, if it weren't for the fact that you are a foreigner, I would have beaten you a long time ago."
"Buy buns for silver dollars, silver dollars, do you know what silver dollars are? Money, money, understand? The
owner of the bun shop scolded and cursed, looking at him thinking he was rich, but he didn't expect to be a fool.
Otherwise, he would not dare to scold so arrogantly, it seems that he will not say anything, let alone complain to those foreign soldiers, which will lose all those pearls.
With his azure eyes bewildered, he saw for the first time someone who hated the pearl of a mermaid, and keenly grasped the word that the bun shop owner had repeated, and spoke slowly.
"Silver... Yuan?
"Hey, not a dumb, but also say, Chinese-sama, even if you buy buns, you have to give money, there is no money and nothing."
"He doesn't want, I want, you give me the pearl, I'll exchange it for silver dollars for you." A thief-eyed man stepped forward, he had been stealing chickens and dogs for so many years, and he knew that it was rare when he saw the color of this pearl.
This foreigner does not look very smart, the clothes on his body are all good, and they must be worth money.
The oracle only heard the words silver dollar and followed the small man.
A whole small box of pearls was exchanged for a dozen silver dollars.
He did not understand the exchange price of human beings, and only after realizing that he had been deceived, that the liar had given him too little.
It wasn't until he completely blended into human society that he realized that the small box of pearls he gave was worth a lot.
The oracle just changed a lot of buns, and a silver dollar can buy a lot of food.
The oracle bought and ate all the way, and there were also little beggars looking at him, dirty little faces sallow, constantly swallowing saliva.
The oracle gave him two buns, and soon surrounded a bunch of children.
Had to buy more meat bun points.
An older child suddenly appeared, grabbed a child who was about to run, felt a money bag from him, and said loudly: "Lord Yang dares to steal the money bag, do you want to be locked up in the dungeon?"
"Your mother's money for medicine, I have saved enough for you, Ming'er can buy it."
He took the money bag that the child handed him, and although he could not understand what he was saying, he still knew that he was telling himself.
"This street is very chaotic, don't show your money bags."
The eldest child spoke seriously, although he was young, he looked like a small adult.
The oracle gave half of the silver dollar to the eldest child as a thank-you fee.
After gesturing for a long time, the child understood, and the people were little ghosts: "It's also a pitiful, I won't say anything, okay, I'll accept it, and if you need help in the future, find me."
After that, the human language of the oracle was taught little by little by children, he used silver dollars as labor expenses, and he also had many more friends.
Later, he learned more and knew that human beings were now at war, and artillery fire did not dare to attack here, and it was absolutely safe.
There were many demonstrators in the streets, and there was chaos everywhere, and the oracle saw in the crowd the little man who had deceived him with pearls, and the oracle wanted to catch him.
The bullet whistled past his ears, and the little man died, still holding the osmanthus cake before he died, and I don't know who bought it for.
Obviously he got a box of priceless pearls, but his worn-out clothes have not been changed.
The oracle just closed his eyes, he always thought that humans, like mermaids, had simply returned to the sea, and when the wind was fine, they would be reborn in this world.
Until the child who had been accompanying him and helping him enthusiastically, also died under the shell, his brain was blank, and he had never been so close to death.
The mermaids were calm and peaceful before they died, and finally turned into foam and returned to the arms of the sea god.
He buried the child with his own hands and put a dozen silver dollars in the tomb.
The first time they met, it was because of a dozen silver dollars, and now he sent the child away, hoping that when the child went underground, he would be able to eat more.