messenger from the wasteland

Chapter 124 The People Connected to the World

The next morning, Mann woke up in the carriage. He had a dream last night, so that he woke up early this morning.

He turned his head to look at his side, Chuzheng was sitting there with his eyes closed.

He looked at Chu's side face, thinking of the thunder last night, the boy was a little lost in thought.He slowly raised one hand and reached for Chu's cheek.

The young businessman wanted to touch the evil on the messenger, but his hand stopped in mid-air.

for the Messenger opened his eyes.

Chu's eyes are always devoid of any expression, dark and lifeless, and sometimes Mann even doubts whether Chu can see.

But those eyes looked in his direction accurately, and then a hoarse voice rang in his ears.

"Is there a problem?"

The boy withdrew his palm like an electric shock, looked out of the carriage with a blushing face, and said with his mouth curled up.

"It's nothing, I just want to wake you up, it's time for us to go."

"Really." Chu Ye looked outside, the sunlight reflected in her black pupils.

It was indeed bright already, and she didn't even notice it without using evil sense.

"Then let's go."

Last night's rain made the soil on the ground soggy that it was not so easy to walk on.

However, as the reins were pulled, the horse's hooves kicked away the stones in the mud, and the wheels rolled over, leaving two deep marks.

She was driving the horse for the first time and looked up at the sky. Although her eyes couldn't see it, she could feel that the sun was very good today, and when it shone on her face, there was some warmth.

"Mann, can I play a tune like yesterday's?" Chu Rare made a request to Mann.

She wants to hear something, because hearing is her last sense, and she likes to enjoy hearing things.

Mann was stuffing dry food into his mouth, calming down.

Hearing Chu's words, he swallowed the dry food in two or three gulps, clapped his hands, took out his harmonica, and said with a proud smile.

"You are quite discerning. My harmonica is the best in Lancer City."

After speaking, he put the harmonica near his mouth and began to blow it. It was a cheerful song, as if the wind was jumping for joy, and the pace of the horse pulling the cart was much lighter.

It wasn't until Mann finished playing the harmonica that Chu sat aside and said with a smile.

"Good blowing, who taught you this?"

The smile on Mann's face paused, then he raised his eyebrows again, put the harmonica back into his pocket, and looked at the side of the road.

"My father, he was a very powerful businessman."

The boy tried his best to make his expression more natural, but his tone was still a little low.

Is it because of this that you want to become a businessman?
She glanced at Mann on the side of the road for the first time, and from his expression, she had already guessed something.

This boy was a little different from what she had imagined, she thought greed would be more sinful.

"Maybe one day, you will make him proud of you." Chu said.

"Ah."

The wild flowers swaying on the roadside, Mann looked at the wild flowers, a smile appeared on his face, and he nodded.

"I certainly will."

He will be the greatest businessman in the world.

Chu flicked the rein in his hand and accelerated the speed of the carriage a little.

You know, she suddenly felt that it might be good to go through one world after another, to experience every person she met.She may or may not be able to help them, but she will try her best.

There's really nothing wrong with this, isn't it? At least for a sinner like her, it can be regarded as the best result.

The carriage gradually drifted away, and the sound of the organ echoed on the road.

To the west of Lanser City is Makarov Village, where potatoes are produced. This is a kind of food that is easy to store and not perishable. Although the taste is very ordinary, it is very suitable for filling your stomach when you are hungry.

And just like the rich produce here, the villagers of Makarov are very simple and practical.They go out early and return late, cultivate the world, take life and their crops seriously.The village is not beautiful, but it is always well arranged.

In the morning, the rooster in the village crows for the first time, a high-pitched and loud sound that wakes everyone and every domestic animal in the village.

The hen will lead the chicks to catch worms on the side of the road, and the domestic pig will lie lazily in the pigsty and wag its own tail.

The children get up early to play in front of the house, the women will carry their clothes to the river to wash them, and the men are talking and laughing with hoes on their backs, ready to go to work in the fields.

Life in this village is always peaceful, but today is a little different. A businessman came to the village. I heard that he was a businessman from the city, but he was very young and looked like a child.

The children gathered around the merchant's carriage and looked at it curiously. There was also a person in the carriage. They had never seen such a beautiful woman, but she had a scar on her face, which made them a little scared.

The air smelled of earth.

Sitting leisurely in the carriage at the beginning, she felt that a group of children were looking at her not far away, but she didn't care.

She sensed the surroundings and sensed the curious gazes in the children's eyes. A man was discussing business with Mann in front of the door, and a woman stood aside wiping her hands, as if she had just finished work.

The fence in the village encloses a large piece of land, and the land is full of green vegetables. It happens to be autumn, and the crops are ready to be harvested.

This small village looks very suitable for living. The gravel roads on the ground are paved flat and clean, and the houses are well built. People are busy and have a strong sense of life.

To be honest, I don't hate this small village at first, nor do I hate this world, because no matter what, this place is much better than the Apostle Wasteland.

Moreover, she quite likes such an ordinary life.

"Chu." Mann turned around with a smile and waved at Chu. The man beside him also had a satisfied smile on his face. It seemed that he had settled the deal and was about to ask her to pick up the goods.

"Here we come." Chu responded lightly, and jumped out of the carriage. Of course, others could not hear her voice.

On an autumn afternoon with some remaining summer heat, Chu and Mann took a cartful of potatoes from the field in Makarov Village. In Mann's words, it cost him a whole big silver coin. money.

By the time they left, they were covered in mud and a cart full of cargo.

They would continue west, and Mann had promised the village children that he would return with goods from the west.

He upholds his father's words that businessmen are the ones who connect the world, because they are always on the road.

(End of this chapter)