Chapter 675 Food Earned Through Labor Is Dignified (1/2)

The port of the circular island.

The humid and hot cabin.

Sesame paste, sitting cross-legged next to the electric light, was reading the storybook she borrowed from Sis to the children around her.

At first, Misa was doing this alone, with the purpose of helping the active children to relieve boredom and teach them to read and write.

Later, Sesame paste also joined in.

Thanks to this, she recently 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 Sesame paste, a little girl about seven or eight years old hugged her knees, staring at the cat ears shaking on her head.

When a story was finished, she finally couldn't help her curiosity and whispered softly.

"Sister."

"What's wrong?" Sesame paste turned a page and looked at the little girl with a gentle smile.

Sesame paste remembered that the little girl's name was Gooseberry.

Her father was a fruit farmer. He entrusted her to the ship and fled into the jungle outside the Golden Gallon Port with other Moon Clan people who were determined to resist.

Like many children here, she has no relatives on the ship, and it has always been Misa who has taken care of her.

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

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

Zhimahu blinked and asked after a slight pause.

"Why do you ask that?"

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

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

Everyone said something different, and she couldn't help but be a little confused. What exactly is this sister with cat ears?

Looking at a pair of eyes staring at her eyes, Zhimahu showed a smile on his face and reached out to gently touch the little head of Gooseberry.

"Hmm... maybe it's true, after all, whether it's myths or history, they are all written by people."

"Really?" Not only Currant, but all the children's eyes lit up.

"Yeah!" Zhima Paste said with a smile, "It just so 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 like to talk to people, she is actually a very warm-hearted person."

After reading the story.

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

"What's the matter?"

The old woman's name is Sang Ru, who is already sixty years old. She is the oldest survivor here and also a prestigious elder among these Moon Clan people.

Looking at Zhima Paste who came to her, the old man nodded slightly and said sincerely.

"Nothing, I just want to thank you on behalf of everyone... Those children are poor people. Their fathers are fighting against the army of the Xilan Empire thousands of miles away. I don't know if they will have a chance to reunite in the future. Thanks to you and Misa, at least they have the opportunity to learn knowledge." "I just did what I could, and I am actually very happy." Faced with such a solemn thank you, Zhimahu couldn't help but feel a little shy and scratched his cheeks embarrassedly. "Even so, we are very grateful to 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 we can help, please tell us, even if it's to help you wash your clothes or the deck or something. We have been eating and using your things... Everyone feels very sorry." Looking at the serious old man, Zhimahu said with a smile. "Really, we don't have to do this. We-"

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

Zhimahu stared at the old man blankly.

Feeling the seriousness and determination in that pair of 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, on the deck of Rourou, there was a lot of chattering.

A man and a bear lying on the side of the ship were holding telescopes and looking excitedly towards the west.

"Oh oh oh! Rourou! Another ship is coming!"

"I saw it! It's a circle bigger than ours!"

Although they have been bored in the port for many days, the two lively treasures never idle themselves and always find some fun for themselves.

For example, now.

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

So far, as expected, Rourou won.

A cargo ship with black smoke and a wide and long deck was seen heading towards the port under the guidance of two speedboats.

After seeing the cargo ship fully loaded with cargo, the loudspeaker at the dock suddenly sounded a broadcast like a long-awaited rain.

At the urging of the broadcast, the workers sitting on the shore basking in the sun stood up one after another, lazily threw their towels on their shoulders and walked to their workstations, startling a group of seagulls squatting on the dock to sing.

The originally leisurely port suddenly became busy again.

The battle in the southern waters is currently going on. Even though the ring island is located far away from the center of the battlefield, there are still not many foreign ships visiting it.

Looking at the empty sea, Rourou sometimes couldn't help but naively think that maybe this was the reason why the port governor didn't drive them away.

After all, those docks are empty anyway.

At least they will pay a detention fee of 1,000 dinars per day.

Tails: "Oh! Rourou! Did you see what was piled on the deck?"

Rourou: "I can't see clearly. It seems like ore?"

Taitail suddenly barked.

"Oops, Rourou, we are in trouble! There might be pirates on that ship!"

Rourou looked at Tail in surprise, who suddenly touched his chin deeply.

"Ah?! How did you see that?!"

"You don't understand this, Rourou."

He put away the tail of the telescope, stepped on the side of the ship, and raised his not-so-smart eyebrows wittily.

"Tail saw through it at a glance. The Mistral that came with the Mistral was actually a pirate ship disguised as a cargo ship! They ransacked the port and took away the governor's daughter, but luckily the White Bear Knights stopped them...generally That’s how it’s done in movies!”

Finally realizing that this guy was joking again, Rourou breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at her and complained.

"What the hell is the Mistral?"

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

When he said this, Tails suddenly wrinkled his nose.

"Wait a minute... Rourou, do you smell anything strange?"

Rourou was stunned for a moment, and took a deep breath in the sea breeze. Then the furry bear's face squeezed into a ball, pinched its nose and stuck out its pink tongue.

"yue!"

"It stinks!"

…

At the same time, on the deck of the Mistral, the furs spread out one after another were emitting a strong and disgusting smell.

Although Mogavi had expected that the furs might have started to stink, the biomass decayed faster in the tropical environment than he had imagined.

The moment his mercenaries untied the hemp rope tied to the pile of furs, a pungent stench quickly filled the entire deck.

The smell was like an entire container of canned herrings being opened at the same time. Even the bravest awakened person was so stung that he took several steps back before he could stand still.

However, Mogave didn't care about that much.

In order to prevent the furs from continuing to rot and ferment, he could only endure the turmoil in his stomach and urged the retreating mercenaries to spread the furs one by one on the deck, and then scoop up the seawater with buckets, one bucket after another. Pour the bucket on top.

There is actually nothing wrong with this approach.

When there is not enough salt, seawater is poured directly onto the fur, rubbed and beaten, which is also one of the methods for tanning fur and leather.

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

However, Mogavi still underestimated the roughness of the cargo and the waterproof performance of the Mistral cargo ship.

Barrels after barrels of seawater not only failed to wash away the fishy smell into the sea, but instead allowed the seawater mixed with grease and blood to seep into the cabin.

The entire lower deck now looked like a murder scene, with sticky grease and wet blood everywhere.

Seeing his beloved ship turn into such a horrible state, Captain Song Haining's lips turned blue with anger, and his whole face turned the color of pig liver.

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

"...I'll say it again, when we dock at the port, get these things off my ship immediately! The cargo we agreed to haul is coal and iron! Not these moldy and smelly things!!"

"What moldy and smelly things!" Mogavi stared at him with wide eyes, "Do you know how much these things can be sold for in the desert! Especially in the northernmost Golden Lizard Kingdom, their popularity Even better than satin made of devil silk!”

Song Haining looked at him with a livid face.

"I don't care what this is, this is goods outside the contract! You breach the contract first! Mr. Mogawe! And our contract stipulates that my ship will not carry fresh goods!"

Mogavi said rationally.

"This is not fresh goods! This is fur——"

Song Haining interrupted him angrily.

"That's enough, no need to play word games with me! This thing is just peeled off the prey!"

Mogavi clasped his hands and looked at him pleadingly.

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

"Thirty thousand dinars!" Song Haining stared at him and said, "I will not let you touch my ship again. When it docks at Silver Moon Bay, get away as far as you can!"

"Okay, no problem!" Mogavi nodded like he was pounding garlic, and said with a smile, "As long as you promise me to wait outside the French fries port for a while when I return -"

"Get out!" Unable to bear this guy any longer, Song Haining stretched out his hand and pushed him and roared, "Get out of here now with your pile of rags!"

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

The Mistral happened to be parked next to the Rourou, and the two cargo ships with completely different styles were parked side by side.

Tails and Rourou, who were leaning against the side of the boat and watching the excitement, were eating melons excitedly and shouting in excitement.

"Oh! There's a fight!"

"come on!"

Hearing the sound coming from the deck of the cargo ship nearby, Song Haining, who was about to grab the profiteer by the collar and teach him a lesson, subconsciously stopped his movements and looked towards the ship.

I saw a man and a bear standing on the side of the ship looking over.

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

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

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

"This is the Mistral! Who are you?"

The moment they heard the name, a man and a bear standing on the side of the ship were startled.

"Alas?!"

"giao! Is it really the Mistral?!"

Song Haining stared at the man and the bear intently, wondering where he had seen these living treasures. However, Taiwei thought he was waiting for her to announce her home status, so she said "Ah" quickly.

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

Tail?

Song Haining was slightly startled and had not yet reacted. When Mogavi, who was standing nearby, heard the name, he shouted in surprise.

"Tail?! Wait, you're Tails?!"

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

"That's me! Have you heard of me?!"

Mogavi smiled sheepishly and broke away from the hand holding his collar.

"I seem to have seen your portrait...ah, I remember it, at the port of Silver Moon Bay! There is a group of guys from Borneo. They use your portrait to inquire about everyone they meet, and there is this little one next to you. Talking Bear."

Hearing these words, Tail and Rourou were shocked.

"Giao?!"

"Why am I wanted too?!"

Seeing the exaggerated reactions of the two people, Mogawi quickly explained.

"It's not wanted. I haven't heard anything from the City Lord's Mansion in Silver Moon City, but you may have offended some... well, guys who are not worthy of publicity. You'd better be careful lately."

After hearing these words, Tails breathed a sigh of relief.

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

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

Tails said matter-of-factly.

"No, what's wrong?"

Mogavi's expression froze and he scratched the back of his head.

"Ah... that's difficult to handle. I have a headache. The guy I met at the French Fries Port asked me to come here to ask you."

Sensing the flavor of a side mission from this sentence, Tails' eyes suddenly lit up and he asked while holding the railing with both hands.

"Oh! What's the mission—oh no, are you in any trouble?"

"So be it," Mogavi continued with a look of helplessness after taking a look at the pile of furs spread out on the deck, "because of this unexpected windfall, I offended my old friend next to me to death..."

"Who is your old friend! And is it about money?" Song Haining glared at him fiercely, "Stop talking nonsense, get these dirty things off my boat quickly!"

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

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

Upon hearing this, Tails' eyes suddenly brightened.

"Wait, you need help?"

"Do you have one?" Mogawei was stunned for a moment and subconsciously took a look at this so-called fleshy ship.

A few sailors and mercenaries can be seen on the deck, but there are no more than thirty people in total. Maybe there are not as many as there are on our side.

Tails smiled proudly.

"Then you've asked the right person. We have a lot of people here!"

"That's great... I need two hundred, uh, preferably four hundred people to help me clean these furs. The method is very simple, which is to pour seawater on it and rub it repeatedly to scrape off the rotten flesh on the surface. I'll figure it out. It doesn't matter if you don't know how. I'll teach you step by step... But do you really have enough people here?" Mogawei looked at the girl suspiciously, not sure what she was doing. I'm joking but I'm serious, I said it without confidence.

"That's necessary! Wait here!"

After saying these words, he ran away from the side of the ship with his tail thumping, rushed to the cabin, opened the door and shouted inside.

"Si! We're out to pick up the guests!"

"What's wrong, Awei..."

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

"Hey - Rourou pooped on the boat?"

Although the subconscious murmur was very small, it was still heard by Rourou with pointed ears, and a loud roar suddenly sounded on the deck.

"Am I that kind of person?!"

Si Si looked away with a subtle expression.

Tails didn't care so much, grabbed her shoulders and said excitedly.

"Si! The pirate ship next to you needs help processing the newly skinned furs! 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 who was saying hello with a smile.

"Hello...are you the captain here?"

Compared to the two people 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 quotation? How to pay?"

Mogavi looked at her with bright eyes and said.

"The more people, the better! As long as you can process all these furs within two days, I can give you one hundred thousand dinars! Cash payment!"

When he heard the dinar payment, Stone suddenly showed a lack of interest.

"If it's one hundred thousand silver coins, I can consider it, and forget it with dinars."

"One hundred thousand silver coins?! Are you pirates?!" Mogawi's eyes widened, "Absolutely impossible! It only cost me one hundred thousand to collect these furs!"

"Oh ho? Are you sure you only spent one hundred thousand?"

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

Do not know why.

Being looked at by these eyes, Mogavi felt a tingle in his heart. He swallowed unconsciously, struggled for a long time and finally raised three fingers.

"Don't worry about how much I paid for it. Thirty thousand silver coins...for the sake of the beauty."

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

"I think I saw that blood mink once in the palace of Petra Fortress. I heard that one piece can be sold for millions of dinars. You actually only spent one hundred thousand to get one, two, and two. Three...four pieces? Tsk, you are really good at business."

Facing the slightly squinting eyes, Mogavi smiled awkwardly, but there was a burst of sweat behind him. He didn't expect to meet someone who knew the market.

"……What do you want?"

"It's not that good. I just said it casually. Don't think too much about it." Sisi smiled lightly and continued, "Just say it casually. These rawhide treatments... emmm, are very rough. If you don't save it, It is estimated that there is no way to save it. The residents on the ring island all have their own jobs, and now there is a war. Even if you can get the money, you may not be able to find so many people at once, not to mention that they may not have done these jobs. ”

Mogavi looked at her in disbelief.

"Do you have any professionals here?"

Sisi said in a casual tone.

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

Regarding this matter, she didn't lie to that guy.

There are not a few survivors in Borneo who make a living by hunting, especially among the Yue people who are good at using bows and arrows. In ordinary hunting families, it is common for men to go hunting and women to handle the skins skinned from the prey.

Among the survivors that Tails rescued in Golden Gallen Harbor, a considerable proportion were hunters. Some simple tasks of handling fur are naturally no problem for their wives.

Mogavi hesitated for two seconds and finally nodded.

"One hundred thousand silver coins, that's not impossible! But you promise me one condition: don't tell the butcher at Chips Harbor about those blood mink skins..."

He still wants to continue doing business there.

If the butchers knew that he had made so much money from this business, he would worry that those guys would peel off his skin next time he went ashore.

Upon hearing this, Sisi knew that this guy had taken the bait, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

"Don't worry, they are all well-behaved people. Even if they knew about it, they wouldn't say anything. At most, they would scold you behind your back."

The difference of ten times between the purchase price and the selling price is the basic behavior of NPCs. Most RPG stores have the same behavior. You can get used to it after playing two games.

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

At least after they realize that they have been cut off by the NPC, they can learn from their mistakes and trade with someone else next time.

Or change the way you negotiate business.

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

But the captain on the side grabbed him by the collar.

"Wait a minute, you can't get this cargo on my boat! And after unloading the cargo, you have to clean the boat inside and out!"

Mogavi looked for help at the woman standing on the boat opposite.

After understanding that look, Sisi smiled lightly and said.

"Add 10,000 silver coins, and we can help you with your hygiene."

"Ten thousand silver coins?! Why don't you—" Upon hearing this offer, Mogave's eyes suddenly bulged out, like a caught croak. However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the captain of the Mistral on the side.

"Deal! It's decided!"

Seeing both of them looking at him, Mogavi looked more uncomfortable than constipation, but thinking of the smelly cargo on the deck, he finally nodded.

"make a deal."

"Then I've decided happily. One hundred and ten thousand silver coins. I'll go talk to the girls."

With a smile on his lips, Sisi turned and returned to the cabin.

Within a few minutes, a large group of ragged girls walked through the crowded and narrow hatch onto the deck.

The moment they saw the group of girls, Mogawei and Song Haining, who were standing on the deck, were stunned at the same time, and then their eyes changed when they looked at Sisi.

"...Tell me honestly, what exactly are you doing?"

Sisi said casually after brushing the hair that fell on her shoulders.

"For charity."

Mogavi looked at this guy with an expression of "I believe you."

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

"You can go to the port and buy a few sets of plastic sheeting, or you can borrow them. It won't cost much."

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

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