I'll forge a new destiny

Chapter 75 The beginning of shantytown life

I have to say that the word shanty is really suitable.

Whether it’s describing the place or the people who live here.

Maybe they didn't get up so early voluntarily - the pressure of life was one thing, but the lack of warmth in their home should also be an important reason.

The wind on the seaside is warm and welcoming to the ships coming and going in the port of Eris, blessing them on their return and voyage. But for people in shantytowns, it's not that warm either.

The shantytowns can only find ways to create some heat on their own.

Zhang Xing's footsteps passed a shed that had begun to emit smoke and smoke. A few relatively strong workers wearing rough but sensible clothes set up pots on a piece of ground that was barely clean.

As a not-so-natural port, there is no shortage of fuel here. The power from the old mountain dragon nourishes the land near Eris, allowing even shantytowns to make ends meet.

There are many things they can put on the fire to roast, such as the fish currently being licked by the campfire - Breeze Fishing has a lot of harvest every time, and the scraps that cannot be sold are often given to these eaters as a reward People who go down.

Maybe there are wild animals in the mountains and forests outside the city, such as rabbits and so on.

Thanks to that suppression, the powerful beasts are always reluctant to approach this city due to the majesty of Laoshan Dragon.

If you look closely, these people may not live a decent life, but they do survive.

If nothing unexpected.

And it would be inappropriate to say that there is no aftertaste - there is no longer only the smell of fish and excrement in the sea breeze, and some roasted spices cover up those unbearable things.

In fact, it looks a bit weird when mixed together, but it seems that the people here are more accustomed to this.

The spices they spread are obviously very precious, at least to them, which forces them to like those things.

It cost a lot of money!

The powder or grease that is carefully applied to the meat on their hands can give them an illusory sense of enjoyment as the fireworks rise.

In front of such a meaty smell, not to mention the fishy smell of the sea, even the smell of manure is nothing.

The lives that support each other exchange food with each other, roast meat made with precious spices, chew the bitterness of yesterday, and then face the beating of today's new sufferings.

'There should be wine...'

This scene made Zhang Xing subconsciously feel that something was missing between them, and then he realized it - in fact, nothing was missing.

Alcohol is a big expense. You can do this in lower urban areas, but not in shantytowns.

No, it's not about money, it's about something else...

These people are not qualified to enjoy more things. They can only indulge in the erratic enjoyment provided by the roasted meat, which is sizzling with oil and has a slightly charred aroma.

Any more, but it will make it impossible to open your eyes.

At least at the beginning of the day, the squatters couldn't let themselves lose the courage to face it.

Of course, they actually don't have much control over themselves.

Snapped!
  For example, when the girl with a slender figure and a somewhat gaudy skirt passed by him.

While she was pretending to be ready to fight, the group of laborers smiled glibly.

"Hey beauty, come and earn our money tonight."

The one who took action was the tallest among them. At this time, he was savoring the tight and elastic touch, and kneaded the air a few more times. “I want to know if the two lumps of flesh on your front are as moist as the back.”

The girl didn't say anything, but first patted the conspicuous gray marks on her skirt.

It can be seen that she cares about the skirt that is a little old but still very clean - it is hard to imagine how much energy it takes for her to keep it neat in this environment.

Of course, this does not affect the color of the skirt at all. After all, if you cherish it, you should cherish it. If it doesn’t look good, it doesn’t look good.

But the person is very good-looking.

Even under the drag of that skirt, her beauty could not be concealed. In other words, she didn't actually intend to cover it up. She just tried to improve herself with a clumsy make-up that had the opposite effect, and her clothes couldn't be worse, which had some cover-up effects.

The wind and water vapor at the seaside couldn't even make her hair dry or messy. It was as smooth as a waterfall, and her shiny lavender waist-length hair swayed between her waist and hips as she moved.

It was really pretty, no wonder the shanty boy couldn't resist taking advantage of it.

It's just that compared to the girl who can tell at a glance that she is very moist and not well-nourished, the front is indeed a lot worse than Tina's.

You have to try it carefully to know whether it is moist or not.

Sure enough, beauty is everywhere, but it always has different effects on different people.

Tina's beauty is stunning, and this girl's beauty not only captivates, but also makes you want to do more.

It costs money!
  The shanty town is also orderly. People here only think about discounts, not free prostitution.

But there seems to be little chance. It seems that the money cannot be given out.

After patting the dust off her skirt until there was only an invisible mark, the girl raised her white and delicate neck to the shantytowns, trying to look proud.

In fact, she doesn't need to do this. After all, her face is weighed down by poor makeup, her cold foundation under the pink and white, and her narrow red and phoenix eyes. Just staring at her is enough to make people feel arrogant.

Not to mention the words that were about to come out of those thin red lips - "If I just want to make money, staying with you tonight is indeed a good choice. After all, it's easy and easy to make money, who doesn't like it."

"It's a pity that I not only want to make money, but also have fun." At this point, the girl shook her head and looked regretful: "And you..."

He groaned regretfully twice more, and his face that should have been cold was completely stained with the color of a shantytown at this moment.

Still beautiful, isn't it?
  No one can stand up to what this face says, especially in this environment.

Both as a spectator and as the object of ridicule.

It's just that the reactions of the two will be completely different.

As an audience member, Zhang Xing was still smiling cheerfully, but the one who was humiliated... should be considered humiliated, and the humiliated shantytown stood there in a daze, a little annoyed amidst the ridicule of the workers.

"Why the hell are you laughing? She didn't just talk about me!"

This man slapped his companions who could share food with each other, and said angrily: "You guys are not the ones collecting the money, are you? I am the only one to play, right?"

Even in such an environment, beauty will always have some advantages. At least these people can laugh it off when faced with these words.

However, it is also possible that this is the prelude to work, and a little meaningless teasing will not make them lose face - if the girl does not see Zhang Xing.

　I can’t stand it anymore, so I’ll repeat it in the next update. If you’ve been following along, I’ll refresh it later.

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)