Lin Ming looked at the eleven or twelve-year-old girl in front of him. Her trouser legs were rolled up, her sleeves were rolled up, and her trousers were still patched. She was holding a heavy wooden basin in her hand, and there were crystal clear bangs hanging on her forehead.
There are drops of water on her young face, with a straight little nose, round lips, and rosy cheeks. Looking at her is like looking at green apples in the hazy drizzle. A fresh, simple, and natural smell hits your face.
.
The little girl was also surprised when she saw Lin Ming, but after just a few breaths, she understood something and said, "Are you the master from 9566?"
"Sir?" Lin Ming shook his head, "I am not a master, you also live here?"
"Well, my name is Qinghe, and I live here with grandma. From now on, grandma and I will take care of your daily life."
As the little girl was talking, the tent curtain was opened, and an old woman who looked to be over sixty years old appeared at the door of the tent. The old man had white hair, his face was full of traces of time, and his slightly dirty eyes revealed a
A look of respect.
"Sir, dinner is ready. Please have a meal."
This old woman and her granddaughter Qing He were both slaves, but they were both slaves, so there was a big gap in status between them. Lin Ming was a warrior, and to them, he was an adult.
In the troll tribe, warriors above the pulse condensation stage are the main producers of wealth. They rely on these people to collect blood evil crystals. In order to ensure that they can devote more energy to mining work, their diet and daily life are all provided.
Dedicated people will take care of it.
And these two people, grandfather and grandson, are Lin Ming's servants.
Everywhere in the tent was empty, it could be said that the house was bare. A low table had been set up in the center of the tent. On the table was a plate of vegetables, a plate of pickles, a small plate of bacon, and a large bowl of fragrant rice.
It wasn't a sumptuous dinner, but the smell was very rich. Lin Ming was trapped on the grassland a few days ago and ate dry food for many days, and his mouth almost felt like a bird. When he saw this table of dinner, his index finger
In a hurry, he took the bowl and chopsticks, took a piece of bacon and put it in his mouth. He took a bite and his mouth was full of fragrance.
“Tastes good!”
Lin Ming admired in his heart. He practiced martial arts and had a much better appetite than ordinary people. Lin Ming quickly wiped out all the food on the table.
When he was about to finish eating, Lin Ming inadvertently raised his head and discovered that in the corner of the tent, Qing He was looking at the bacon under his chopsticks and pursed his lips quietly.
When Qing He saw Lin Ming looking over, he suddenly panicked and said with a guilty conscience: "Sir, do you want some water?"
"I'm not thirsty, haven't you eaten yet?"
"We've eaten. We've already eaten." The old woman pulled Qing He beside her and motioned for her to quickly pour a glass of water for Lin Ming.
Lin Ming realized something, put down his chopsticks, and walked around the tent casually. The tent was too small, and he could finish it in just a few steps. There was very little furniture inside. There was a rice vat behind the stove.
The rice bags in the rice jar are light and fluttery.
Lifting the lid of the pot, there was a small pot of gruel inside, with some scattered wild vegetables floating on the porridge, and almost every grain of rice in it. It seemed that this was the dinner for the grandfather and grandson.
Seeing this scene, Lin Ming didn't know what he felt in his heart. These two grandsons were both mortals and slaves. You can imagine how difficult their lives were in this troll tribe.
And the meal he had today was their ration for several days, especially the stack of bacon... Thinking of Qing He's expectant look, Lin Ming felt a little worried.
In the troll tribe, these mortal slaves are the most low-status group of people. They are really worse than animals. If they are given a bad master, the end will be very miserable.
"Do you usually eat these?" Lin Ming put down the lid of the pot.
"Well..." Qinghe nodded silently, his eyes red.
"Where are the cows and sheep behind the yard?" Lin Ming pointed outside the tent. There were many cows and sheep tied up in the backyard.
"Those are the cattle and sheep of the Lord's family. We go out to herd them every day and we can exchange them for some rice."
Lin Ming sighed, took out some True Essence Stones from the Sumeru Ring and placed them on the table, "Qing He. Go buy fish, meat, chicken and duck tomorrow, and buy some rice."
"This...can't be used." Qing He whispered, "You can only use blood stones to buy things here. This kind of stone cannot be used, and we are slaves. If we really go out to buy things with blood stones, we may be robbed.
Already..."
Bloodstone is a currency made by cutting and sealing low-level bloodstones. Ten thousand bloodstones are equal to one bloodstone. The rules of the troll tribe do not protect slaves. Slaves who use bloodstones to buy things are robbed.
If you think you are unlucky or even killed, you only need to compensate the slave owner some money.
Lin Ming felt that his heart was filled with panic. He put away all the True Essence Stones in the Sumeru Ring and said, "Go to sleep, I want to practice..."
"Um……"
The tent was very small. The grandfather and grandson crowded into a small room next to it, leaving the main tent for Lin Ming to rest. Lin Ming sat cross-legged on the bed, took out a pill from the Sumeru Ring, swallowed it, and started bit by bit.
As long as the meridians are connected, the true energy can be mobilized to speed up the healing of the bone marrow. Lin Ming will be able to fully recover within four to five days.
Before that, Lin Ming could only endure.
In order to heal his wounds, Lin Ming stayed up all night.
Early the next morning, when the sky was dark, Lin Ming heard the sound of pots and pans clashing from the side of the tent. After a while, Qinghe opened the door curtain, revealed a small head and said: "Sir, it's time to eat.
"
The morning was very simple, just a plate of pickles and half a pot of wild vegetable porridge. Because of his arrival, the porridge this morning was much thicker than what Lin Ming saw last night. Probably for this reason, Qinghe ate very sweetly.
After finishing the bowl of porridge, I licked the bottom of the bowl.
"I'm full." Qinghe said crisply, rinsed his dishes, walked to the backyard, and took the cattle and sheep, "I'm going to herd the sheep."
"Be careful." the old lady warned and started to clear away the dishes.
Seeing this scene, Lin Ming didn't say anything. He just finished his porridge. A little girl of twelve or thirteen years old, who was growing up, only drank one bowl of porridge for one meal and had to go to herd sheep. This was ordinary
human life...
In fact, he still has some crab meat taken from the Divine Phoenix Secret Realm in his Sumeru Ring, but the fire energy in the crab meat is too rich and cannot be eaten by mortals. He plans to exchange the True Essence Stone for some blood stones today to give it to mortals.
Grandparents and grandsons try to improve their lives.
At this moment, the fence door of the backyard was pushed open, and two trolls about one foot tall appeared in the backyard. When Qinghe saw these two trolls, his face suddenly turned pale, and he took a few steps back.
He subconsciously held his fist in front of his chest, obviously very afraid of these two trolls.
"Lord Moda, the third concubine has given birth to a son. There is no need to let go of the cattle and sheep. They have been collected." The leader of the troll said expressionlessly. Moda's third concubine has given birth to a son. There will be a feast for three days, and all the cattle and sheep will be slaughtered.
Lose.
After he finished speaking, another troll went to fetch the cows and sheep. There were two cows and five sheep in total.
"This..." The old man had an ominous premonition in his heart. If they keep these cattle and sheep for another half month, they can exchange them for a bag of rice. If they take them away at this time, can they still get rice? "Two adults, these cattle and sheep can be exchanged for a bag of rice."
sheep……"
The troll who was gathering cattle and sheep didn't bother to pay attention. He suddenly raised his head and caught a glimpse of Lin Ming. Huh? There is actually a warrior here?
Civilian slaves without warriors are extremely poor, but it is different with warriors. Such slaves have a lot of money to plunder.
"Huh? Why are there two sheep missing?" the troll said suddenly.
The old woman's face suddenly turned pale, "Sir, how is this possible? We only took away five sheep, how could there be less..."
"Nonsense, if I say less, then it's less!" said the troll, and pushed the old woman. The troll was very strong, and if he pushed down, he would break the old woman's bones.
However, the troll's arm was only halfway pushed out and was directly held down by a hand. Lin Ming appeared next to the old woman with an expressionless face.
"Boy, you are so brave!" The troll became angry and wanted to pull out his hand, but his hand seemed to be made of iron and could not be moved.
"Stop talking nonsense, I'll pay you how much two sheep cost!" Lin Ming was like a mirror in his heart. He knew their purpose and didn't want to talk nonsense at all. He would remember all these accounts clearly and settle them together.
"Ten blood stones, take them out!" The troll stretched out his big hand.
"You guys..." Qing He's eyes were red, tears welling up in his eyes, "Ten blood stones can buy five cows!"
The troll just sneered and ignored Qinghe's words.
"There is no blood stone, only true essence stone."
"Hey, the True Essence Stone costs 100 yuan!" The True Essence Stone has little effect on trolls, and the exchange ratio is very low.
"I will give you one hundred True Essence Stones and leave two sheep. This is my bottom line!" As Lin Ming spoke, he was still holding the troll's arm. At this time, his five fingers suddenly exerted force, and there was an invisible murderous aura.
Shrouded in that troll.
The troll suddenly broke out in cold sweat from the pain. Lin Ming's hands were like iron pliers. After all, the troll was only a demon soldier. At this time, Lin Ming was forced to do so, and he was a little scared. He took the True Essence Stone and left it.
The next two sheep left in a hurry...
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At noon that day, the old woman stewed a steaming mutton feast and mutton soup. Xiao Qinghe ate it until his face turned red and he smiled happily.
"Brother, let me eat this for you."
Xiao Qinghe kept putting mutton for Lin Ming while eating, and then waited expectantly for Lin Ming to eat it. Every time, she would ask, "Is it delicious?"
"It's delicious." Lin Ming answered seriously, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Having meat to eat and clothes to wear is the happiness of ordinary people.
After Lin Ming ate the mutton, he began to meditate to heal his injuries. In order to recover from his injuries as quickly as possible, he did not even bother to understand the laws of time and space.
In this way, days passed by, and the Mo Cang tribe never organized manpower to mine the ancient blood evil crystal mine. But on this day, Lin Ming's injuries and meridians finally recovered.
In the renewed meridians, the true energy flowed happily, and the thick vortex of true energy condensed in the Dantian, which was dazzling. In the bones, the restored bone marrow sparkled with golden light, and the marrow was like a golden soup...
Lin Ming clenched his fists, "It's time to go and settle the matter, but before that, I can absorb the disillusionment dream light first." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to register as a member of Piaotian Literature to recommend this work.