Imperial Crown.

Chapter 264 Get up
I am very grateful to Qidian Dad [Zongheng Mochi] for his 500 reward! (I owe 12 chapters, I will make up for it)
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"Okay, Bobby, stop yelling..."

Peter opened his eyes with a long sound, rubbed the head of a large golden retriever into his arms, scratched its chin, and waited until it stopped barking before he yawned amid the neighbors' shouting and cursing.

Peter rubbed his eyes and sat up. After a moment of daze, he realized that this was his home.

Like many other young people in Eagle Township, Peter bought this house near the school.

The windows are made entirely of glass, and the walls and ceiling are flat and smooth. When the building was built, hot water pipes were buried in the floor, so it felt warm when you stepped on it. It was unlike the winter in previous years, when if there was not enough firewood and the stove went out in the middle of the night, you would be frozen awake.

It is not uncommon for people to freeze to death.

The building is 4 stories high, with two households on each floor. Peter arrived late and only bought the 4th floor.

However, the top floor also has its advantages, such as you don’t have to listen to the footsteps of your neighbors on the ceiling, and you can see the distant scenery when you open your eyes every day.

He got up, drew back the curtains and opened the windows. The morning sun poured into the house, and the fresh and cool air hit his face, making Peter feel a little more energetic.

Too lazy to fold the quilt, Peter took off his pajamas and threw them on the bed, grabbed the clothes on the chair and put them on randomly, walked to the kitchen in slippers, lit a small coal stove, filled a large iron kettle with water and sat on it, then went to the bathroom and began to doze off while sitting on the toilet.

The house was sold for 168 gold coins. At this price, Peter couldn't afford it even if he sold his entire family.

Fortunately, the Baron allowed me to buy the house with a loan. I only need to pay 43.7 silver coins per month for 80 consecutive years to truly own the house.

It seems that I have to pay back more than 400 gold coins in total?
Although his monthly salary was 62.4 silver coins, and even more with overtime pay, given the current prices in Eagle Town, it would be enough for him to live comfortably after paying off his loan.

And in a few decades, the cost will be passed on to the children.

However, given Peter's personality, even if he met the above conditions, he would never be tempted to buy this house.

But his father urged him to buy it, and was even willing to share half of his loan payments every month.

According to the old man, not to mention that his children will be able to attend the college in the town in the future, which is a good deal in itself; and buying this house is equivalent to becoming a shareholder of the Griffith family.

In another ten or dozens of years, they will be real "town residents" and "natives of Eagle City", which are much higher than the peasants who can only farm and those outsiders.

To put it bluntly, even if there is a famine in the future, they will be the last to die because of this house.

This makes sense. Although Peter's family were free people, before Baron Raven came, their lives were...

"Woo——"

The kettle whistled, and Peter stood up, wiped his butt with a piece of thick hemp rope, went to the kitchen, took down the big kettle of water, grabbed a few handfuls of roasted beans and corn, put them in a large basin, rinsed them with boiling water, stirred them with a spoon, and put them on the ground: "Bobby!"

The big golden retriever slid on the ground and rushed over, then started eating voraciously.

Peter poured the remaining water into the washbasin, then took a clay pot, poured in the milk he bought last night and placed it on the stove, then picked up the washbasin and went to the bathroom.

I couldn't afford the magic lamps, but fortunately it was already light outside and the living room was airy, so it wasn't too dark even with the sunlight coming in.

He turned on the faucet and used cold water to warm the hot water, then scooped some water from the basin into the mouthwash cup. Peter picked up the toothbrush - a piece of wood with pig bristles tied to it - dipped a little fine salt in it and stirred it in his mouth, then grinned at the iron mirror.

This thing is very cheap, one side can be bought for 1 silver coin. It is made of thin iron sheet. Although it cannot compare with the Angel's Glory, it can also reflect a person's shadow. The disadvantage is that it needs to be maintained carefully. If it gets wet, it will rust overnight.

By the way, I heard that nowadays if a man gets married, he must have at least one bronze mirror at home.

After brushing his teeth and rinsing his mouth, Peter washed his face with Angel's Embrace. Just as he wiped his face with a towel, he heard Bobby screaming again.

"Oops!"

I rushed to the kitchen in a hurry, and sure enough, the milk on the stove had boiled over, leaving some white spots on the small coal stove, which turned into burnt marks in the blink of an eye.

Quickly taking it out and putting it on the table, Peter took out two pieces of hard bread, broke them apart and soaked them in milk, then ate with a spoon while drinking, occasionally chewing a piece of milk skin.

Every time this happened, Peter would stop for a while.

He is 21 years old. As far as he can remember, his family rarely had access to milk and would only buy some when someone was sick.

What he remembers most clearly is that when he was 11 years old, his grandmother was bedridden and his father would buy her a small can of milk every day. Every time the milk was cooked, the milk skin floating on the top would always go into Peter's mouth.

It’s a pity that she didn’t survive the most difficult years.

May she be at peace and happy in the kingdom of the Lord of Light.

After a quick breakfast, Peter poured a basin of water for Bobby, took off his coat hanging at the door and put it on, then squatted down and rubbed his head: "Don't bark when you are at home. Wait for me to come back obediently. Do you hear me?"

Bobby stuck out his tongue and looked at Peter.

Patting its head, Peter put on his coat and hat and went downstairs.

Passing by the houses on the street, Peter looked at his own reflection in the window and a smile appeared on his face.

Even in his best days in the past, he never imagined that one day he would be able to wear a neat suit and look like an upper-class person!
Turning the corner, they came to a grocery store in a residential building. Peter took out six copper coins from his pocket and placed them on the counter along with a small wooden box: "Fill it up!"

The boss was a typical Nord, with a round face, a big beard and abundant body hair. Upon hearing Peter's words, he took out a large wooden box from under the counter, which was full of hand-rolled cigarettes.

Stuffing the hand-rolled cigarettes into Peter's small wooden box one by one, the boss said, "Today is Saturday, you have to work overtime again?"

"Yeah, that damn boss whose head was kissed by a pig refused to hire more people and kept asking us to work overtime." Peter complained and changed the subject: "But why did you open the door so early today? I thought you would hit the lock."

"You'll know when you get married." The boss shook his head: "Work is much easier to deal with than women."

As he spoke, 18 cigarettes were stuffed into a wooden box. The boss placed it in front of Peter and handed him another one: "This is for you."

Peter took it and held it in his mouth. He took two sips of the cigarette under the oil lamp on the boss's counter and spit out two puffs of tobacco foam. "You really know how to do business. No wonder you have the best business here."

"That's right. I plan to pass this shop down to my family." The boss leaned on the counter and said, "By the way, you are already over 20, right? When are you going to get married?"

"I haven't thought about it yet. The main reason is that I haven't found the right person." Peter said casually.

The boss perked up: "Then you have to choose carefully. I had no choice when I was young, but now, young men like you who can live in a building are in great demand in Xiongying Town."

"There are many girls coming from outside recently, but listen to me. When you are looking for a wife, you still have to choose from our local area, especially those who come to weave silk. Their income is not less than that of men, and they have skills. They must be virtuous and good at managing the family."

"Got it." Peter scratched the back of his head. He heard the sound of horse hooves and quickly grabbed the cigarette box and stuffed it into his pocket. "No more chatting. I'm going to catch the car!"

The public horse-drawn carriages running on the streets are now an indispensable part of the streets of Eagle Town, and many people rely on them for commuting.

It is pulled by three pack horses and has a driver. It has two carriages at the back. Theoretically, it can accommodate eight people, but in actual operation, it can often fit no less than 8 people.

Every time Peter saw the three panting pack horses, he felt a little sorry for them. If the road conditions in Eagle Town were not bad, they would have probably run their legs off long ago.

After paying two copper coins, he stepped onto the carriage, but before he could even stand firmly, he was pushed by the people behind him.

The experience of riding a public carriage is not good. When there are many people, the smell of bad breath, bad feet, body odor... all kinds of smells are mixed together, it is so sour and refreshing that it makes people almost faint.

But Peter had to cheer up, for the more he rode in the public carriage, the more he would hear news that some unfortunate people had their pockets cut open and their wallets stolen.

The public carriage stopped and started until it became more and more crowded and could no longer accommodate any more people, and then it slowly began to speed up.

Dozens of minutes later, the carriage drove to the edge of Eagle Town. Peter jumped off the carriage and walked a short distance to the outside of a factory.

This is his workplace - Schneider Pig Farm. They can slaughter more than a dozen pigs every day. When the demand is high, they can slaughter dozens or even hundreds of pigs.

It is said that the boss has a knight backing him, and whenever the knight needs meat at home, he buys it from him.

When I entered the changing room through the small door, the strong smell of pigs hit me in the face.

Peter rubbed his nose. Although he had been working here for a long time, it still took him some time to get used to the smell here every day.

He opened his closet, put his decent clothes in it, changed into a coarse yellow suit and an ugly black apron. Peter lit a cigarette by the chandelier on the wall and just as he walked into the factory, he was strangled by another man.

Peter was not angry, he just patted the man on the shoulder and said, "You are waiting for me, right?"

"Hehe, it's because the woman at home is strict." The man's name is Lap, and he is Peter's good friend who grew up with him. He got married early and bought a house with Peter, but they don't have any children yet.

"I have a family to support, I can't be as carefree as you, so just think of it as helping my brother!"

Peter exhaled from his nose: "I don't want to bother with you, go away quickly, otherwise..."

"What are you two doing?" the boss's rough voice rang out: "The pigs are starting to cry out in hunger, can't you hear? Get to work!"

Hearing this, the two men looked at each other and shook their heads, picked up the large shovels beside them, walked through the rows of pig pens, and came to the kitchen.

They have been playing together since childhood and working in the factory together. They cooperate well. Lap is responsible for pouring water and feed into the pot, while Peter is responsible for stirring with a large spoon.

"Hey, we're really living well in Eagle Town now. Even pig food is so abundant." Lap sniffed, looking like he couldn't wait to go up and have a bite.

Yes, these feeds are all crushed corn and some old, unsaleable wheat. In the early years, not to mention pigs, even people would fight over these things and get bloody.

"If you want to eat, that's fine. Just run into the circle and hum a few times, and I'll definitely give you more!"

"Fuck off!"

The two of them were having a good time, and soon a pot of pig feed was cooked. They poured it into two large wooden barrels, which they pushed on a cart and started feeding the pigs in two groups.

As soon as we walked outside the pigpen, those short-nosed pigs started to grunt one by one, obviously they were too hungry and couldn't wait.

Peter pushed the cart skillfully to a pigsty, used a spoon to pry open the mouth of a pig that was begging for food, and poured the pig food into the trough with a big spoon.

When these short-nosed pigs see the food, they just focus on eating it and don’t care about the heat at all. Even if their noses are soaked in pig food, they still eat happily.

"Eat, eat, the fatter you grow, the better!" Peter smiled as he watched them eat.

Now that the food is good, the pig is different from before.

When he was a child, every family raised a pig, and a pig that grew to 80 kilograms was considered large, and a pig that grew to 120 kilograms was considered a truly big pig.

Now looking at those in the pen, they are all fat and strong, with black and white spots on their skin, and their bristles standing up. The fat is about to squeeze out their eyes, and they must weigh at least 180 pounds.

The standard for slaughter is 240 kilograms.

Seeing that the food in the trough was almost gone, Peter pushed the cart to the next pigsty. When the food in the barrel was finished, he went back to cook again.

One trip was definitely not enough. This factory raises thousands of pigs all year round. Even if they were not responsible for all of them, it would still be a big project! When they were almost all fed, it was noon. Peter took off his dirty apron and wandered to the cafeteria.

Work on a pig farm is hard, but the benefits are also very good. As long as the pigs are slaughtered and sold on the same day, the many leftovers will naturally become their food.

For example, pig tails, pig trotters, and pig heads, which are difficult to sell, can be paired with cabbage, potatoes, and radishes, and either fried or boiled, and they taste very delicious.

Everyone gathered together, eating and chatting, mostly about gossip.

Someone at the table whispered, "Hey, did you hear that the boss got fucked by a pig last night?"

"There's this matter? I was wondering why he was so irritable today. Tell me in detail."

"It's the big Dick in our factory. I don't know if he's been fed too much concentrated feed recently and is in heat early. Last night, the boss went into his pen to clean up the manure. You know the boss's physique. From a distance, it's hard to tell whether he's a human or a pig. Maybe it's because of the dim light, so Dick mistook him for a sow and rode on him right away!"

A low laugh was heard. Dick was the strongest breeding pig in their factory, weighing more than 300 kilograms, and his penis was so big that it looked like two pig bladders filled with water.

"Oh, I heard that the scene was so chaotic, the boss rolled in pig manure, screaming louder than a pig, and in the end it took several people to stop Big Dick..."

After this sentence was said, there should have been a burst of laughter, but the cafeteria became eerily quiet.

The boss walked into the room with a gloomy face: "Just enjoy your meal and stop talking nonsense. I think it's because I feed you too well that you keep gossiping here all day long!"

"Watch your mouth. If you don't do it, there are plenty of people who will!"

After saying that, he limped out of the cafeteria and slammed the door.

Peter and his colleagues looked at each other and burst out laughing, but they didn't dare to laugh too much. They suppressed their laughter and continued to eat.

After lunch, Peter went into the toilet with a cigarette in his mouth. Out of boredom, he picked up the competition report that was placed next to the toilet. He had read it countless times and started reading it until his legs became numb. Then he stood up and staggered towards the factory.

The main work in the afternoon is to patrol back and forth, check on the pigs, mediate any fights, and report to the higher authorities if any pigs seem sick. Overall, it is quite leisurely.

Of course, there are also colleagues who pretend to be full of energy every afternoon and deliberately show off in front of the boss.

Peter didn't do so. He felt that life was good enough now. Why make everyone live in stress when he wouldn't get much benefit?

After patrolling the pigsty twice, Peter felt a little tired and began to doze off leaning against the pillar outside the pigsty.

He suddenly remembered what the grocer had said.

Maybe it's time to find someone to spend your life with.

My neighbor, Jie Si, was a very nice girl. She was four years younger than me and had always followed me around and called me brother since she was a child.

At that time, Peter just thought she was annoying to death. He always teased her and wanted to get rid of her. He made faces and laughed when he saw her crying.

But who would have thought that the girl with freckles all over her face has grown into such a lovely girl, speaks so gently, and has excellent embroidery skills.

It is said that one can earn more than 40 silver coins a month in a textile factory.

"Brother Peter!" a gentle voice sounded.

Peter looked up and saw Kate standing there in a white dress, her hair braided, a smile on her face, and a food basket in her hands.

"How did you come?"

"I'm here to bring food to Brother Peter." Ji Si smiled shyly, slowly walked to Peter's side, and put her arm around his shoulders: "Do you want to eat it first, or do you want to eat me first?"

Peter's heart skipped a beat, and before he could react, Jis came up and kissed him deeply on the lips.

The enthusiasm was so great that it almost took his breath away!
His face began to get wet. Peter hugged Ji Si and said excitedly: "Slow down, slow down, there is no one around us..."

He froze in the middle of his words because when Peter opened his eyes, he saw not Kate but a short, wet nose!

The fat tongue was scratching his face.

I was wondering why Ji Si’s tongue was so hard!

Peter almost cried out, and slapped the pig's face hard. His legs fell down and he moved away, patting his chest with lingering fear.

The sow cried out in grievance.

Peter glanced at it and touched his sticky face, and almost vomited on the spot.

Even though he washed his face immediately, the disgusting feeling still stayed with Peter until he got off work.

When the bell rang to signal the end of get off work, all these unpleasant feelings were immediately dispelled. Peter rushed to the changing room and changed his clothes completely in less than half a minute.

Looking at Lapu who had also finished changing his clothes, the two looked at each other.

"Walk?"

"Let's go!"

It is about 10 kilometers from Peter's home to the factory. In the morning, Peter would rather spend two copper coins than walk by himself.

But now, he was in high spirits. He walked several streets with Lap, found a pub, sat down, ordered a few beers, bread and barbecue, and started drinking.

After finishing a glass of beer, Peter let out a long sigh of relief: "Great!"

"Of course not." Lapu also drank a glass of beer. "Now my life is getting better and better. Three years ago, I couldn't even have a place to eat at night, let alone beer."

Peter sighed: "It's all Donald's fault. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't be living like this now!"

"You young people only know Donald." An elderly drinker nearby turned around and said, "In fact, let alone him, if you count a few generations back, we in Eagle Town all lived a similar life."

"Huh? Really?" Peter blinked.

"Yes, it has been like this for hundreds of years." Another old drinker said: "When you are rich, you eat dry food, and when you are poor, you eat liquid food. Once you are over 60, if you want to be more respectable, you should go to the mountains in winter and don't add burden to your family."

"Son of wind, son of snow, son of water, that's how it came about."

"Only under Baron Raven's rule can an old man like me, over 60, still sit here and brag to you!"

"Then the next glass of wine is for Baron Raven!" Peter raised his glass.

"Cheers to Baron Raven!" Everyone in the tavern raised their glasses and said, "May he have a big fat boy soon!"

A burst of laughter filled the pub, and the atmosphere became much more lively.

Peter and Laputo had a few more drinks, and he started to talk nonsense: "You've been married for more than three years, how come you haven't heard anything yet? Do you need my help?"

"Puff!" Lapu almost spit out a mouthful of beer, pointed at Peter and scolded, "Just wait, kid, when you get married in the future, I will definitely tell your wife this!"

Peter quickly apologized with a smile: "No, no, no, it's just a joke! But seriously, you really have to pay attention to it, or else go to Bucky's alchemy shop and ask?"

"No need. If he hadn't been out drinking with friends like you every day, he would have had several children at home." Lapu's wife appeared out of nowhere and grabbed Lapu's collar: "Have you drunk enough? You've started talking nonsense. Come home with me!"

Lapu slammed his wine glass down, trying to act tough, but when he saw the raised eyebrows, he immediately lost his temper.

Knowing that he had just said something stupid, Peter didn't dare to beg for mercy. He could only watch Lapp being dragged out by the ears.

After finishing the beer in his hand, he was suddenly shocked: "Oh my god, he didn't pay the bill?!"

Fortunately, the bill was not too high. There were six glasses of beer, two pieces of bacon, and a basket of bread, which came to only 6 copper coins.

After paying the bill, he packed up Lapu's leftovers and took them home. When he opened the door, Bobby pounced on him, and his tail was shaking so hard that it began to cast a shadow.

Peter feeds Bobby the leftovers and then puts on the ropes.

It was more like Bobby dragging Peter around the street, sniffing other dogs' butts, crawling into the grass to mark them, and occasionally chewing on the grass.

Nodding and greeting others from time to time, Peter was also fantasizing. Kiss has always liked dogs. If he could meet her by chance, could he take the opportunity to hook up with her?
Unfortunately, Ji Si didn’t meet him, but she did meet a few old ladies who liked dogs.

He remembered that he met an old man who seemed to be lost two years ago. Since meeting him, his energy seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

I haven't seen him for two years and I don't know how he is doing. If he is still in Xiongying Town, I can introduce him to a companion.

After walking the dog, it was already very dark. Peter returned home with a jug of milk, lit a candle, leaned against the window and stared at the brightly lit Colosseum in the distance.

Do you want to go and have a look? Tickets are not expensive, and I heard that the goblin Kikik is going to appear today.

But if we go there now, it will definitely last until late at night.

I still have to work overtime tomorrow.

Forget it, go to sleep!
Although he was going to sleep, Peter became more and more energetic after changing into pajamas and lying on the bed.

I always thought about how exciting the battles in the arena would be, and the postures, clothes, and thighs of the women performing in the intermissions...

Peter suddenly sat up from the bed as if he had been resurrected - he had to go!
Just as he made up his mind and crawled out of bed, Peter looked out the window and was stunned.

The arena darkened.

Groaning, Peter lay down, sighing and covering his head with the quilt.

Go to sleep, go to sleep, you have to go to work tomorrow.

Or... take a leave and find someone to build a relationship with Jisilala?
Hmm... I haven't been home for a long time, and I don't know if my mom's illness has recovered. They always don't tell me the truth...

As he was thinking, Peter fell into a deep sleep.

What will happen tomorrow?

tomorrow…………

tomorrow……

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(End of this chapter)