Kenchi Ichiro wanted to buy matches, but he didn't have the francs of this world on him.
He originally wanted to refuse to buy matches and take off his clothes to put on the little girl, but Wang Quan waved his hand to stop him before he finished speaking.
Then he looked at the little girl and asked, "How much does a box cost?"
The little girl murmured for a long time and whispered: "As long as ten... centimes... Sir, only ten centimes."
Ten centimes, that is, one tenth of a franc.
The franc in this world and this age is worth much more than in another world.
Normally the price of a four-pound loaf of bread is three centimes, in Paris it is five centimes.
However, there have been two consecutive years of drought in France. As a result, the shortage of feed and food caused by the drought has led to large-scale slaughter of livestock. As a result, French farmland, which uses livestock excrement as the main fertilizer, has insufficient fertility and is idle.
As a result, hailstorms occurred again in the summer a few months ago and destroyed a large number of farm crops.
Now that winter is here, the temperatures are extremely cold.
According to what Wang Quan and the others learned along the way, the same four-pound loaf of bread now costs eight centimes.
Paris is even more expensive than twelve centimes.
The price of matches is two boxes per lifetime.
The asking price for the little girl has obviously increased twenty times.
In France, if you have a decent job, your annual income is nine hundred francs.
If it is a civilian family living in poverty, the family's annual income is about twenty-seven francs.
A four-pound piece of bread weighs less than four pounds (one pound weighs more than 450 grams).
If a family of three eats a four-pound loaf of bread in two days...
Then 80% of their income must be used to buy bread.
This is a civilian family living in Paris and having food for every meal.
The price of the little girl's box of matches is enough to feed such a family for two days.
Wang Quan and Kenchi Ichiro looked at each other.
The corners of Kenchi Ichiro's eyes twitched slightly, but his face remained expressionless.
The same is true for Wang Quan.
He didn't look at Ichiro Kenike anymore, but asked the little girl, "How many matches do you have in total?"
Looking at this beautiful black-haired boy who was about the same age as herself but who was well-dressed and clean and had no odor, the girl shrank her neck and subconsciously took two steps back as if she didn't want the other person to smell her bad smell.
"Twenty, no, fifteen boxes..."
"That's it."
Wang Quan nodded, put his hand behind his back, grabbed a small cloth bag and threw it into the girl's basket, "Here is fifty francs, I bought it all."
The little girl's lips, which were blue from the cold, subconsciously opened into an O shape.
Fifty francs?!
That’s a family’s income for two years!
Is this richly dressed boy really lying?
Or is he an aristocratic young master who sneaked out for fun?
The little girl quietly looked at Wang Quan and Kenchi Ichiro standing next to him.
If there wasn't a man who looked like a strong guard here, she would have wanted to knock the boy unconscious and take away all the money he had.
"Ahem." Kenchi Ichiro coughed twice, "Master, the money I gave you is wrong."
"Really?" Wang Quan rubbed his chin.
The little girl pursed her thin purple lips and tightened her grip on the basket.
She planned to turn around and run away.
This money... is enough for her family to survive this winter.
And we can get through it next year.
But before she could put her thoughts into action, she heard the words of the beautiful noble boy.
"That's right! I paid less! Tsk, I'm really not good at math."
Wang Quan took out another fifty francs and threw it into the match girl's basket, then took off his children's long windbreaker and shoes and socks.
Then he snapped his fingers.
Without saying a word, Kenchi Ichiro lifted the little girl up from behind.
"What are you doing?! Let me go! Sir! I'm sorry! I shouldn't have lied to you! Please don't break my legs! I have to go to work tomorrow!"
Wang Quan and Wang Quan said nothing.
He grabbed the little girl's kicking feet, and then put his cashmere socks and shoes on her feet.
After that, Kenchi Ichiro put her down.
Wang Quan put the windbreaker on her body and buttoned it up, then said: "I don't have enough money, so these clothes and shoes and socks can be used as compensation."
After saying that, he reached out and grabbed a handful from the shoulder basket - about five or six boxes of matches. He called to Ichiro Kenchi and turned around to run away.
The little girl was left standing there staring blankly at the two of them as they left.
After a long while, she drew a scale on her chest and said, "May the God of Death bless you, kind young master..."
After praying for Wang Quan, she hurried to a street corner, couldn't wait to open the cloth bag in the basket and looked inside.
When she saw that there was indeed a wad of francs inside, a smile subconsciously appeared on her stained face.
Then she hurriedly stuffed the two cloth bags into the fleshy areas inside her clothes, and then hurried home.
There was only a series of small, messy shoe prints left on the snow.
............
"Jianchi-san, do you think one hundred francs is too little?"
Crouching in the corner outside the hotel door, Wang Quan was still struggling with what happened just now.
Kenchi Ichiro squatted next to him, still holding a cigarette in his mouth, "One hundred francs is already the family's income for four years."
He briefly explained the information he had checked before.
(Just the ones above, but more detailed).
"Don't expose your wealth. If I hadn't been here just now, that little girl would have definitely tried to rob you, Brother Quan."
"Let's have a cigarette." Wang Quan asked Ichiro Kenchi for a cigarette and lit it. "How much do you think the upper class in France earn per year?"
"One or two thousand? Several thousand? I don't know." Kenchi Ichiro curled his lips, "Anyway, the richest person is worth almost 200 million.
"France has no money now, and its annual net fiscal revenue is about 60 to 70 million?"
Wang Quan smoked and said nothing.
Fortunately, it's cold and snowing now, so there aren't many people outside.
Otherwise he wouldn't be squatting here.
Seeing that Wang Quan didn't say anything, Kenchi Ichiro couldn't help but said: "Brother Quan, calm down! Our things are more important! Don't forget that Mochizuki Rin is still waiting for you! Don't cause trouble!"
"I know, I just feel... quite pitiful." Wang Quan paused, "I feel a little stuck and a little annoyed. Tsk."
Kenchi Ichiro was silent for a few seconds and said: "This is not our world. Every era and world has its own rules. They will also develop. We just need to take care of ourselves."
This has always been the code of Hellwalkers.
Even though he has escaped from hell, Kenchi Ichiro still thinks so.
Adding extraneous ramifications is not a good thing.
How to manage this matter?
After taking care of one house, do you have to take care of another?
Eighty-five percent of France are farmers, and 95% of the farmers are poor peasants.
Do they all have to take care of it?
Can you handle it?
It would be great if they could rescue Laphtia and the others easily.
This is still based on the premise that they are sensible and will not cause trouble.
After they settled down, Wang Quan and Kenchi Ichiro left it alone.
"Too."
Wang Quan put out his cigarette butt in the snow, then stood up and walked to another corner.
"Brother Quan, why are you going?"
Wang Quan turned around and complained, "What, you want to watch my brother pee? Jianchi-san, do you still have this habit?"
Kenchi Ichiro's face darkened and he turned around.
There was the sound of "high-pressure water cannon" coming over there.
A minute later, there was first the sound of pulling up pants, and then the sound of feet stepping on the snow.
"Let's go back to sleep."
Kenchi Ichiro stood still and didn't move.
Wang Quan turned around and gave him a puzzled expression.
"What about that?" Kenchi Ichiro raised his hand and lit the cigarette, "I'll go back after finishing my cigarette. Izumi-san, you go back to sleep first."
"But what you said yourself is irrelevant." Wang Quan put his hands in his trouser pockets and stood there watching him without moving.
"That's for sure, I definitely won't go." Kenchi Ichiro took a few puffs of his cigarette, and then followed Wang Quan back to the hotel.
The snowy night outside gradually returned to calm.
Twenty minutes later——
Someone sneaked out of the hotel.
It's Kenchi Ichiro.
He looked back at the hotel, gritted his teeth and ran into the darkness.
A minute later, Wang Quan also came out of the hotel.
Looking at the place in front of him that was not illuminated by the kerosene lamp, Wang Quan cursed, "Bah! Let me go back to sleep and then try to be cool by myself? How hypocritical! If something goes wrong in the end, I still have to help you.
Wipe your ass!”
Although he was scolding, he was smiling happily.
Without any further hesitation, Wang Quan also rushed into the darkness.
Next to the window on the third floor, Kesila closed the curtains, shook her head and sighed, "What a duplicitous guy."
She murmured softly and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.