my age of magic

Chapter 403. 199. The Charcoal Field
"I always have to think about how to live in the future. Since we have all survived the catastrophe, there is no reason to give up the right to live because of the predicament in front of us!" The female beast warrior said firmly, looking at her little daughter, there was a trace of hope in her eyes. With a look of kindness, she gently touched the girl's forehead with her hand. The girl was trying hard to nibble a piece of fragrant wheat cake, a thin layer of sweat appeared on the tip of her forehead and nose, she became very quiet when eating, and she was a very obedient person. little girl.

The beast female warrior continued: "I brought them here from the wilderness, but I can't make them live better. There will still be people who starve because of lack of food, and some people who are sick and have no money to treat them. Orcs are not allowed in the temple over there."

The female beast warrior glanced in the direction of the temple, her big black eyes filled with disappointment.

I think the priests in the temple will definitely not give any help to the orcs. They believe in the Statue of Liberty, and these orcs only believe in their ancestors. They have different beliefs. It is impossible for the priests to give holy water to these pagans. .The orc female warrior probably didn't understand the root of the problem, but simply thought that the priests in the temple also rejected the orcs. In fact, the most fundamental reason was different beliefs.

She already has some leadership qualities in her body, and she continued: "Although this place is very rich, it is for human beings. People here reject orcs very much. It is difficult for orcs living here to find a job, even if it is hard work. No one hired orcs. Although we are more powerful than humans and will abide by our duties more, no one is willing to trust us. They would rather rot those golden apples on the tree than use our people to help them pick them. "

Of course, you will not be used to pick golden apples. The people of El City regard the method of brewing golden cider as the most important wealth, so how could they easily show it to the orcs!
There was a nostalgic and yearning look in her eyes, and I seemed to see the snow-capped Beast God Snow Mountain in her eyes.

She sighed and said: "We have lived here for five years, but we are still unable to change people's prejudice against us here. Instead, there are more and more contradictions. Many companions are beginning to miss the Pai Plateau. Everyone thinks that we will die. We should also die on the land of our hometown, so that at least we can listen to the wind on the Pai Plateau, maybe we are more suitable to live a half-nomadic and half-hunting life in the wilderness."

In fact, I also think that the Pai Plateau is more suitable for the life of orcs. There are countless bison herds there, which is simply a paradise for orcs.

"Since you choose to go home, why do you still appear here?" I asked puzzled.

At this time, I heard her stomach gurgling, and I handed her a piece of golden wheat cake. Seeing her hesitation, I knew that she was thinking about those compatriots who were still starving, so I went to Reassure her: "I allow you to bring the leftovers to your fellow citizens, but you must be full before that."

She picked up a piece of wheat cake and took a bite, and after swallowing it hard, she said to me: "I just want to raise some travel expenses. I can still remember the way home very clearly. The part of the mountain climbing road almost Couldn't find anything to eat, we had to bring enough food to get through there!"

"So you chose to sell yourself in exchange for some travel expenses home?" At this moment, I can finally understand what the beast woman warrior is thinking. No wonder the slave auction house has no restrictions on her, even The most basic collar around her neck is not prepared. It seems that she is not expected to run away. Speaking of which, the person who wants to sell her is actually herself. The orcs were safely sent back to the Pai Plateau.

The female beast warrior nodded helplessly, acquiescing to my entire ridiculous statement,
I feel that sometimes, the burden on the shoulders can overwhelm a person. The orc female warrior has always been the leader of this orc team, and she is used to taking all the problems on her shoulders. She thought that she would be forced by life in the end, and had no choice but to sell herself and her daughter!
The meal was a bit boring, only the half-orc girl had a good time. When she tasted the first sip of sweet milk, the rich expressions in her eyes were like the gorgeous fireworks in the night, filled with On the face of the sweet smile, she was surprised and full of surprises. She was even reluctant to drink it in one gulp. She divided a large bowl of milk into several mouthfuls and savored the delicious food bit by bit. Half of the wheat cake was left in her hand. I gnawed very neatly, probably wanting to keep the remaining half, but I can't resist the temptation of the wheat cake, I always want to take a bite, so that the remaining half of the wheat cake is full of fine pieces tooth marks.

I sighed in my heart, thinking that Fanny also made me drink this kind of milk with a strong smell before, but because of the strong smell of milk, I tried every means to shirk it.Seeing the appearance of the little half-orc girl, I realized that I have been living a life full of food and clothing. The happy days slipped slowly through my fingers like this, but I didn't care at all.

Bobby even carefully ordered some fruit and smoked fish for the elf slave girl. Only then did I realize that elves don’t seem to like to eat cereals and meat. Elves prefer to eat fruit and fish. Sitting quietly in the corner, if it wasn't for the half-orc girl's eyes on the remaining half of smoked fish, I almost forgot her existence. When she was eating, she was very elegant and hardly made any noise. The voice was just a white lotus root-like arm protruding from the cloak, chewing a plum carefully.

The innate hatred between elves and orcs did not change after they became slaves. I found that the distance between the orc female warrior and the elf female slave was the farthest on the entire dining table. The two never had any eye contact. Don't never touch the kind of food that each other has eaten.

At this time, the waiter outside the curtain opened the curtain and came in, holding a huge casserole in his hand.I remember that when we were in the caravan, Kurtz and I had such a casserole, and it was the most delicious stew.

The familiar fragrance floated to my side, and I sniffed it carefully with my nose.

I blurted out and said in surprise, "Guinea pig stewed vermicelli?"

In the past few years, I have not found a place to sell vermicelli in El City. I thought that since tin cans of luncheon meat have appeared on people's tables, there is no reason why the highly acclaimed vermicelli should not appear, unless it is Ku I sealed up the method of making vermicelli, but the strategic policy of exchanging potatoes for food was formulated by Kurtz and I from the very beginning, which is of vital benefit to the development of the orc tribe.

"You know this is vermicelli?" Bobby looked at me in surprise and said.

I nodded, with a strange expression in my eyes, but I couldn't tell him that I actually invented vermicelli.

Or can I tell him quietly that vermicelli is actually made from sweet potatoes that even slaves don't like to eat?No, it is impossible.

"This dish is delicious. Apart from here, there is no other big food store in El City that can make this dish. This dish has recently become popular in the entire province of Sloit and has been out of stock. Only In a small border town like El City, the information lags behind, so we don't understand its delicacy..."

Bobby started showing me his own take on 'guinea pig vermicelli stew'...

...beautiful dividing line...

This is the slum area outside the moat of El City. Some homeless and poor people who have no money to buy a house in the city gather here to live. Because this is a slum area, no tax officials come here to collect taxes. With the help of such convenient conditions, many thoughtful businessmen gradually built simple factories and workshops here. There is no need to pay high taxes here, and the land is very cheap. You only need to use wooden fences to simply enclose the place. , and then took the sketched map in his hand, went to the city hall to register, and after paying a certain fee, the preliminary land lease agreement was completed.

The cheapest hard labor can be found outside the city of El. The slums here gather a large number of refugees from the outer suburbs of El. For nearly a month, they drove the scattered residents outside the city to the city of El.

There is ample cheap labor here waiting for the employment of various workshop owners. There is not a decent street here, and a low shack is built on the bank of the moat. I am even worried that these people use simple branches and thatch The built houses are likely to be blown down by a gust of wind, and there are children who can't wear clothes everywhere, who are as black as coals by the vicious sun, but are still willing to play in the sun.

Some sallow-faced and emaciated homeless lay motionless in the shack. The best way to stave off hunger was to lie flat quietly. It would be even better if they could fall asleep.

There was a lot of steaming steam coming out of the slaughterhouse not far away, and reddish blood flowed from the gutter into the moat continuously. Cars of beef cattle and live pigs were driven into the slaughterhouse by traders, and there were endless noises coming from inside. The roar of the pig, the kind of howling before the temporary, is really ugly.

Adjacent to the slaughterhouse is a large leather workshop. On the left side of the workshop, there is a large area surrounded by wooden fences. There are rows of neat wooden shelves inside, and some ripe animal skins are dried on it. , almost the entire drying yard has been covered with all kinds of fighting dance leather, probably the business of this leather workshop is very good, and almost everyone in it trots when they walk.

Everyone cherishes their work very much. As long as they are a little slow here, they will be fired by the boss of the workshop. There are a large number of people outside the workshop who want to find a job.

Especially in midsummer like this, the weather is sweltering and hot, and it is almost on fire. The air here is mixed with all kinds of unpleasant smells, and the streets are very dirty. Extremely pale, she stared at the street full of all kinds of garbage and feces, her whole body was trembling slightly, she was already trying her best to control herself, but I still noticed her strangeness.For elves who always like cleanliness, this place is like hell. Her face is covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat. strange.

Only then did I remember that the magic cloak worn by the elf slave girl was almost empty, not even a pair of boots.

I signaled her and the beast warrior to wait for me, then avoided the dirty garbage on the street and ran directly to the gate of the leather workshop. There are some goods on a shelf outside the gate here, although it seems that the workmanship is very good. Rough, but it looks genuine. A pair of calfskin boots sold for 75 copper coins. I forgot to buy a set of clothes for the elf when I was out of town. This leather workshop even has simple tight leather armor. It is also a summer cool style, looks pretty good, and the price is extremely fair.

I walked back with a pair of women's calfskin boots, a sleeveless soft leather vest and cool leather pants in the style of tight cropped trousers in the other hand, and led the elf slave girl through the low shack, Came to the embankment beside the moat, motioned for her to wash her feet in the river, and then put on brand new boots. She glanced at me with gratitude in her big clear eyes, and said to me softly But I'm only half-baked at Elvish, I can only understand some spells in ancient Elvish, but I can't understand the elf slave's singing-like language at all.

I have always been concerned about the life and past of the beast female warrior, but I have ignored this elf girl. In fact, I don't know how to place her for a while. I can't just take her home in such a grandiose way. Fanny and Tracy didn't know what to look at me.

The beast female warrior pointed to the hill made of charcoal not far away, indicating that their temporary shack is behind the charcoal field, but I didn't intend to wait for the elf slave, and signaled her to follow after changing clothes, I didn't even pay attention to her Before my name was engraved on the collar around my neck, I led the female beast warrior to the charcoal field.

This is already the outermost part of the slum area. At the outermost edge of the piles of charcoal, there is a neat black coke wall standing in front of my eyes. Several shirtless hard laborers are flying their arms to put neat pieces of 'briquettes' 'The railcars loaded with coke were loaded, and the minecarts loaded with coke were constantly being pulled away by the coolies.

More than half of the residents in the entire urban area of ​​El City like to use the high-quality and cheap charcoal from the carbon field here.

This is the first time I saw these uniformly shaped 'honeycombs' here. Without looking carefully, I knew that this coke was transported from the orc tribe. I don't know when the trade between the orc tribe and the Green Empire has become so close. To such an extent, Kurtz's coke business has spread here.

This kind of coke is far more resistant to burning than Ziqingshancheng charcoal. A cylindrical piece of 'honeycomb' can burn continuously for about one and a half days.

I am very familiar with this kind of 'honeycomb'. It itself is made by grinding the residue of zombie limbs that have been boiled into kerosene into fine powder, mixing some clay and coal powder, and pressing it with a mold.This thing can only be produced by drowning. I didn't expect some of my jokes and simple ideas at the beginning. Now, in just a few years, the business of 'Honeycomb' has been made so big by Kurz that even El City There are also traces of it in such a small border town...

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