Claude got up early. He planned to go to the open-air market in the morning, buy two boxes of white root powder at the medicinal store there, and then go to the Big Hammer Blacksmith Shop in the south of the town to buy some metal materials. Master Landers
There is a complete recipe for barrel training in his magic notebook. They are all made of ordinary metal materials. Claude probably won't spend too much money.
As for the excuse, Claude had already thought of it and said that he was going to try to make a few hunting traps. They had to be placed according to the terrain, so they couldn't be entrusted to the blacksmith shop to customize them.
Claude was very satisfied with last night's harvest. Although all the guards of the Black Snake Society were poor, and more than a dozen of them could not even collect two gold crowns, their second leader was worthy of his title.
The exquisite deerskin wallet he was wearing contained five gold crowns, fourteen silver thalers, and some scattered copper coins. The total value was more than eight gold crowns, which made Claude extremely happy.
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It seems that the settings of online games in previous lives are also very reasonable. It is better to kill the BOSS than to kill the mobs. Most of the profits are on the BOSS. If you kill one, you can kill dozens of mobs. The robbery last night proved it.
got this point.
The same goes for the five money bags of the Shark Club. The money in Gerald's sheepskin money bag is more than that of his four guards combined. He alone provided four gold crowns, and his four
The total amount of money for the escort is just over two gold crowns.
So the result of Claude's robbery in one night is about sixteen gold crowns, which is much faster than him going hunting. It is a pity that such robbery cannot become a daily activity. Last night was just a coincidence. Claude
They took advantage of the unexpected. The Black Snake Club was very unlucky. They just wanted to deal with Gerald of the Shark Club, but they didn't expect to bump into Claude passing by.
The owner of the medicine shop in the open-air market was very difficult to deal with. Claude tried to persuade him, but finally he bought two boxes of white root powder for seven gold crowns, which was a silver thaler cheaper. The owner of the medicine shop knew that Claude had done something about it years ago.
I have been selling game in the open-air market for a while, and I have money around me. I also know that he is studying pharmacy. I don't have any suspicion about him buying two boxes of white root powder. I just ask him if he needs any other medicinal materials.
Claude shook his head and said that he still had more than half of the medicinal materials he bought last time, so he would not buy them for now because he was running out of money. He also said that he had picked a lot of medicinal herbs at the forest farm, which would allow him to trial-produce some medicines. Unfortunately, he
Refining potions always fails, almost like throwing all the money into the sea, with only input and no output.
The owner of the medicine shop smiled and comforted Claude. Learning pharmacy knowledge requires not only patience, but also continuous experiments to refine medicines. The more failures you have now, the more you can make continuous progress. He believes that Claude will definitely succeed.
After Claude left, the owner of the medicine shop changed his face and took a sip: "Prodigal son, if his father had invested so much and still couldn't refine a qualified medicine, I would have broken his legs long ago. It's a shame for him.
You still have the nerve to spend so much money on buying pharmaceutical ingredients."
Claude didn't know that the owner of the medicine store was saying that he was prodigal behind his back. He drove a carriage to the Big Hammer Blacksmith Shop in the south of the town and asked Boss Mike to buy some metal materials. Although Boss Mike was still very polite when he saw him, but after
However, Claude was not given a preferential price for the materials. This was because Claude did not need much, and also because Mr. Morsan was removed from public office and no longer served as the administrative director of White Deer Town.
Claude said that he was going to make some metal animal traps at the forest farm to make hunting traps. Boss Mike didn't ask much. He had seen this kind of thing a lot, and the hunters in the town didn't like to bring the traps he designed to him.
The main reason for customizing is that I am afraid that my design will be leaked by others, which will affect my harvest.
However, Boss Mike still asked Claude if he needed some blacksmithing tools. He wanted to sell Claude a set, but Claude politely refused. Claude told him that there were forging tools in the forest farm, and he was going to
I just made some random work in the kiln where Mr. and Mrs. Xioli, the forest keeper, burned charcoal. I didn't need to buy another set myself. Boss Mike was a little disappointed.
After buying the materials, Claude was going to go home, have lunch and then return to the forest farm. But what he didn't expect was that on the way home, many people who knew him were looking at him and whispering to others from time to time.
This made Claude feel a little strange, as if something bad had happened to his family again.
Driving the carriage to the big red brick house, Claude was a little shocked. Suddenly there was a row of stalls in front of the house, and many people were crowding there to buy something...
After getting off the carriage and squeezing into the crowd, Claude discovered that the person setting up the stall was his father, Mr. Morsant. The goods on the stall were furniture, clothing and groceries moved from home, such as those in the study on the second floor.
The books have been placed on the stall, and even some of the newer toys of his younger brother, Little Booker, have been put up for sale at very low prices...
"Father, what's going on?" Claude asked loudly.
It's just that Mr. Morsan was very busy, so he had no time to pay attention to Claude. Instead, he waved his hand and continued to bargain with a customer. The customer was holding a pour-over that Mr. Morsan usually loved.
A crystal sculpture of a bathing woman. Claude remembered that his father once said that this crystal sculpture is very valuable. It has a history of more than a hundred years. It is said to be the work of a famous sculptor. It is considered a precious antique and can be passed down.
As a family heirloom…
What happened at home that caused his father to take out all his collections and sell them off at a low price? Claude asked a few more questions, but his father never responded and only argued with the customer about the price. Claude
Looking at the things on the stall, I happened to see the magic cookbook I bought before thrown on top of some popular novels, so I picked it up. The magic cookbook with the diary of Master Landers hidden in it cannot be placed there.
People are rummaging around outside.
I entered the house with the magic recipe and found that the house had become a little empty. Many of the decorative paintings and small flower baskets hanging on the walls had been taken down, leaving only a blank mark on the wall. That one cost nothing.
Fei's dining table and eight matching high-backed chairs were also gone, replaced by a simple wooden table and four benches used in a small restaurant.
Mother was still making lunch in the kitchen, but she looked sad. Claude looked at the kitchen and confirmed that all the silver tableware and silver pots and other very valuable items in the kitchen had disappeared, and they were replaced by those in the open-air market.
The wooden tableware and small ceramic jars that are common in grocery stores are missing. Even the glass tableware that is not very valuable is missing...
"Mom, what happened at home? What does father want to do by setting up a stall outside? Our family hasn't fallen into the situation of selling off the property..."
Claude really couldn't figure it out. Although his father was removed from public office and no longer had the administrative hat on his head, his connections in the town still existed. Although many people gossiped and laughed at him behind his back, who could face him in person?
Don't you still respectfully call him Mr. Morsan? In addition, although my father no longer has a monthly salary of three silver thalers, he has shares in many industries in the town. With these shares alone, he can be ranked first in Bailu Town.
Among the ranks of wealthy people.
The mother sighed faintly: "Your father is raising money. He needs a lot of money..."
"Raising money? What to raise money for? How much money does he need to raise?"
"Your father said it will cost about two hundred and sixty to three hundred gold crowns. You can ask him yourself. He won't let me interfere in his affairs, and I can't persuade him..."
"Does he want to go into business?" Claude guessed that his father might have wanted to find another way out because he lost his official position. Originally, if his father didn't need much money, Claude would have wanted to pay for it himself.
But when he heard that he needed so many gold crowns, he couldn't do anything. Even if he robbed every day, he wouldn't be able to get the same harvest as last night every time.
The mother shook her head and said nothing, and it was obvious that she was not in a good mood.
"Where are little Booker and Anna?" Claude changed the topic and went to ask his sister to see if she knew. Even though she is only fourteen years old, she is already a little adult. She looks cowardly and timid.
She loves to talk, but she is actually very smart and has a clear mind. If you ask her about many things at home, she can tell you everything.
"Little Booker cried just now. Anna coaxed him to go upstairs. He should stay in their own room." The mother continued to stir in the clay pot, and Claude smelled the aroma of meat.
"What is this? It smells so good."
"Beef bone soup, I added radish, small apples and potato cubes to it. This is our staple food for lunch today. There is not enough bread."
What was placed on the wooden plate was not the white bread of the past, but rye bread, which is a very common staple food for the residents of Bailu Town. But in the past, families used to use more expensive fine white flour to make white bread.
Sometimes I buy honey bread. I never use this kind of rough rye flour. My staple food is lamb chops or roast beef.
Unexpectedly, the family now uses beef bones stewed as the staple food, and the living conditions have declined too quickly. Claude stood beside his mother speechless, and looked at her silently for a while before saying to her: "Then I
Go up and see little Booker and Anna."
"Well, you will take them down for lunch in about ten minutes."|
"Okay, mother." Claude rushed up the stairs.
My sister Anna was playing a jigsaw puzzle game with little Booker, and the little snow dog was squatting next to her, and from time to time she used her paws to fiddle with the spliced graphics on the floor. Seeing Claude coming up, the two of them and the little snow dog were very excited.
I was so happy that I kept fussing around him for a while before stopping.
"Hey, second brother, what are you holding in your hand?" asked sister Anna.
Only then did Claude realize that he was still holding the magic cookbook: "This is a cookbook that I bought for my mother as a birthday gift. I just saw my father selling it downstairs, so I
Brought it back."
"Daddy is bad. He sells my toys and doesn't let me play with him." Little Booker complained to Claude.
Claude smiled bitterly. His younger brother was only eight years old and he still didn't understand that his father set up a stall to buy things from home to raise money, not for fun.
"By the way, Anna, my father sells things and my mother says he is doing it to raise money. Do you know why my father wants to raise money?"
Anna nodded as expected: "On Wednesday night last week, my father's friends gathered at home again. They were discussing pensions and compensation. It seemed that they wanted to raise about two thousand gold crowns. Father and the others
One night the discussion lasted until very late, and I heard that my father had been given an amount of two hundred and eighty gold crowns.
My father went out early every day and came back late every day. He had a fight with his eldest brother the night before. He said it had nothing to do with our family. If those people died, they would be untouchables anyway. Besides, they all surrendered to the pirates, so we didn’t have to go out like this.
For money, if anyone comes to make trouble, ask the patrol to arrest them, and say these people are pirate spies.
My father was very angry that night and later slapped his eldest brother. The eldest brother slammed the door and went out and hasn't come home yet. What my father and mother said last night was that all his shares had been cashed out and the money had almost been raised. Tomorrow he would give up the family's shares.
If we put things out and sell some, people in the town will know that we are selling property to raise money, and everyone will only praise us for our benevolence and righteousness, and no one will resent us anymore because of the accident to the merchant fleet..."
The amount of information her sister Anna said was too great. It took Claudes a while to understand. It turned out that his father raised the money to pay the pensions and compensation for the merchant navy members who had been involved in the accident. This is what it should be, after all.
Most of the two to three hundred sailors and crew members are local residents of Bailu Town. Although they are eager to join the merchant fleet with generous remuneration, they must appease their families if something goes wrong, otherwise it will be difficult for their families to continue in Bailu Town.