Chapter 455 Different lives

Author: Tianxu Aurora

Chapter 455 Different lives

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At 8 o'clock in the morning, Sharon slowly opened his eyes.

Her blue eyes were blurred as she looked at the gap on the "roof" that was filled with cloth. After a while, she looked away silently.

The place where Sharon lives was an abandoned carriage, which was occupied by her by force because it was relatively intact.

The place where she sleeps is the seat of the carriage. This seat is about half a meter wide and less than two meters long. When Sharon was sleeping, he laid a mattress on it and curled up to rest. At other times, he took the mattress as a mattress and used the seat as a table.

The carriage was very small, not enough Sharon stood straight.

Lift up the countertop of the seat, and there is a small cabinet below. But Sharon didn't want to put things inside because it was dark and damp inside, and it would breed many disgusting bugs.

So she nailed a wooden board to the wall of the small carriage to place her clothes - she now only has two sets of clothes, two simple coarse cloth dresses, and a white apron. Everyone has only two sets of clothes to change, and a set of standard personal items. While coming here, members of the Rose School must abide by the creed of "control and saving" while working.

Their Sequence 5 has almost no end to use, and only eats a very small meal, which is a very popular labor force. Marich was arrested into the engineering team as soon as he arrived. After participating in a series of infrastructure construction work, he built a small wooden house for himself. It was not too big. One wooden shelf is a bed and the other wooden shelf is a table. Although it was so rough, it had at least a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

Sharon did not participate in digging, turning over the ground, farming, draining sewage and welding pipes, so she chose to work in the mill.

During the construction of the engineering team for more than half a month, the mill in the village needed manpower, but after the project came to an end, the mill could restore the working system of two people and no longer needed Sharon.

Because the village itself is not big, no workers are needed for bakeries or mills. All that is left is work in the farmland, either to raise cattle, horses, pigs, or to go to the farm to raise other livestock.

These tasks were still a bit too much for Sharon, far below his psychological expectations.

She could tolerate the busyness of her feet in the mill, or the boring but hard work of pushing the mill, but it was difficult for her to convince herself to clean piles of livestock manure every day and carry a large amount of hay and slurry that emitted a disgusting smell.

Just by passing by these places, she felt like she was about to faint.

So she refused, unwilling to participate in the farm or go to the field. In the end, she used the opportunity to build a house to change the job of recording books and copying materials, and the old village chief was even more strict with her.

When she was working in a busy mill, she had no time to miss her teacher, but now after she was free, the teacher began to appear in her dreams from time to time, just like those in the past and the life in the North Mainland.

Sharon stood up quietly, patted the dust off his hair and body, poured water out of his kettle, and finished washing work outside the carriage.

Then she returned to the carriage, ironed the skirt she was going to wear today with a thermos, put it neatly, tied up an apron, locked the door, and went to the home of the hired villagers who had entrust her to copy the bills and letters.

Sharon was good at writing and proficient in many languages. He just calculated the accounts of all the small vendors in the village clearly. The villagers were basically illiterate and could only write simple numbers and symbols in all places they could write. There was no concept of "clear arrangement" and could not even remember the date. At the beginning, Sharon had to keep accounts with the assistance of these villagers, and for this, he had to endure the inexplicable anger of the rude and dull villagers. Over time, Sharon felt that his temper and patience had become better.

When she sent back the neatly written and beautiful new account book, she would of course receive praise, but she had heard a lot of praise since she was a child, and she would not have more sense of recognition of the praises from the people in the countryside.

It's been a full month, and Marichi has become familiar with the neighbors around her, and she is still like an outsider.

The person who entrusted her was already waiting at home, and the other party had to get up early to feed the chickens and weave cloth. Now that Sharon is here, the family just finished their breakfast and had a short rest time.

"Just give me what you want to copy," Sharon said concisely.

"Okay, what I want to copy is a letter written by my eldest son."

This family is pretty good in the village, with tables, chairs and furniture. The farmer's hostess carefully took out a notebook from a wooden box, took out a few yellowed and discolored papers from the notebook, and handed them all to Sharon.

Sharon nodded, then came to the door with his pad and chair.

"Can you write the handwriting like him at all?" The hostess poked her head out of the door.

It is not difficult for the extraordinary to control the muscles and imitate the handwriting. Sharon did not speak, but still nodded and copied it seriously.

"girl."

Perhaps because Sharon is not old, the hostess cared about her more and shouted again before leaving home:

"Have you had breakfast? I still have tortillas at home."

Sharon thought for a while and shook his head.

Time passed slowly. It was almost noon. When the hostess who came back from the field saw Sharon writing carefully at the door, she couldn't help but come up to take a look. She compared the bills and her son's letters. It took several minutes to be amazed:

"Girl, although I can't read, you write this word much better than my son."

Sharon responded to the compliment: "Thank you."

"Girl, can you teach my youngest son to write?" The hostess asked again, with a desire in her voice, "There is no teacher in the village, and the town is too far away to afford the daily tuition fee..."

Sharon did not make a sound, she stopped copying for the time being, looked up at the dark-skinned mistress. Behind the mistress was a child about seven or eight years old, barefoot, with mud on her feet and rolled up trousers, just like everyone here.

Knowledge and writing are indeed the easiest way to transcend classes... So, teach the children here to write?

Sharon suddenly realized that this matter might be part of his credit. At the same time, it was easier and more decent than working on the farm or going to farm in the fields, and it was in line with his requirements for work and life.

But she did not agree, and she decided to ask the village chief first.

"I'll think about it." Sharon said softly.

...

The next day, before noon came, another group of Yuecheng residents, led by a priest named Duke, came to German Sparrow's bonfire to listen to his mission, share mushrooms with him, and wait for purification.

This team is completely opposite to the previous one, without Amon.

"Ammon probably started to mitosis inside Yuecheng." The outer god grabbed a few more poisonous mushrooms and looked at Klein, "If you go in earlier, aren't you going to save the people in Yuecheng? If you go late, I'm afraid there will be no living person."

"...As long as Amon wants to torture me, there will be no living person yesterday." Klein said calmly. "Compared with 'parasitic', 'secretization' may be more deadly, and I will find a way."

"Oh." said the outer god, "He will invite you to the Moon City soon, so be prepared."

Klein was stunned: "Divine?"

"secret."

After the Moon City residents were baptized and burst into tears, Klein looked around and asked inadvertently:

"The Sun God asked you to stay here, pay attention to whether anyone came out of the fog?"

"Yes." Duke, who was cured of swelling all over his body, knew that the high priest had mentioned this to the envoy in front of him, and replied quite calmly.

Klein nodded gently and asked again along the topic:

"What would you do if you really find someone coming out of the fog?"

Duke said straightforwardly without hesitation:

"Recite the name of the great sun god immediately and report this matter to Him..."

As he spoke, his tone became very low, and in the end, he could not even speak, because the sun god, the Creator, did not respond more than two thousand years ago. Even though Yuecheng held the most complete rituals and repeatedly recited the name of the Lord, he did not receive any feedback. In the end, He finally responded to them, but informed them to convert to follow the "fool".

"What about this?" Klein asked keenly.

This is both a revelation of spiritual intuition and a result of reasoning to some extent - it is obvious that the ancient sun god, the Creator of Silver City, would not ignore one problem, one possibility, that is, the person who came out of the gray and white mist was very careful and cautious, did not like to be watched, and did not like to be monitored. After discovering the patrol team in Yuecheng, they tend to use their extraordinary abilities to influence their minds, so that they could forget what they had seen him, and not remember to recite the name of the Lord.

Faced with this situation, the ancient sun god should have made certain arrangements.

Of course, this is not absolute. If Amon His father could accurately foresee that the man who walked out of the gray mist was a novice, there would be no need to say too much in the oracle.

However, considering that this ancient sun god and the Creator of Silver City even predicted that he had come out of the gray and white mist, Klein was skeptical of the possibility above.

Duke thought about it and hesitated:

"Welcome that person and tell him a word."

Klein suddenly felt refreshed, but asked calmly:

“What word?”

Duke's lips moved a few times, as if he was simulating the pronunciation, and then he said in a weird tone:

"Chernobyl."

...Klein's mind froze for a second, and then a strange doubt arose: Chernobyl? What Chernobyl?

Immediately afterwards, he immediately reacted: Are there any ruins of the old era nearby? And is it Chernobyl?

...

The Kingdom of Roon, East Chester County, is a woodland.

Farmers from nearby villages gathered here to pick strange mushrooms covered with tree roots, rotten woods, and bushes.

According to the laws of the kingdom, this woodland and everything that grows inside should belong to its owner, Miss Audrey Hall, but the war, the collection of food, and the high taxes made the farmers no longer care about breaking the law. That was something that needed to be considered only after survival, and as many people participated, their courage would naturally become greater.

They formed a team and efficiently picked them, and divided the mushrooms, either covered with Venus or fat patterns, into two parts, and kept a small part for themselves, and most of them were sold to grain merchants waiting outside the woodland in exchange for gold pounds, buying salt, cloth and other necessary items.

These farmers did not overdo it. Apart from the mushrooms, they only took away part of the fruits that were born on the trees, leaving enough harvests for the guardians of the woodland.

In just two or three hours, the farmers sold a large number of mushrooms and fruits, carried gold pounds, carried food, and returned to their respective villages with a smile on their faces.

For them, everything that happened today was what they wanted to do and achieved their intended purpose.

The bearded grain merchant was equally happy because these were unexpected gains and could make a lot of money for him under the current situation.

He took the workers and moved a large number of mushrooms and fruits to the processing site outside the city, treated them accordingly, and then put them all into the warehouse.

As a meticulous businessman, he checked the warehouse again after sending the workers away, and only closed the door and locked it himself after confirming it.

At this moment, he saw a thick stack of cash on the ground, all of which were 10 pounds denominations.

"When did I lose so much money?" The grain merchant bent down and picked up the stack of banknotes.

Among the points, he suddenly remembered the origin of the money:
To be continued...