I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 182: Battle of Wisdom and Courage (Part )
Mobi didn't watch for too long. Still thinking about his work, he quickly left the scene and continued walking towards the tailor shop.

But after leaving, he couldn't help but become more worried... Although the prices in the original grain shop were shockingly high, it was still a way out. When Mobi was desperate, he could use all his savings to exchange for a few days of food for the whole family.

Now, this only hope is gone.

While watching just now, Mobi had learned from other people's conversations that most of the grain stores in the city were attacked and looted by hungry people last night, and all the food inside was taken away.

The remaining small grain shops that survived were also frightened and did not open early this morning. The owners and employees inside were busy hiding the grain or selling off their stocks at a low price, trying to sell out the grain as quickly as possible. By the time Mobi arrived after hearing the news, there was nothing left.

This made Mobi lose the heart and motivation to work... All the money he earned was Bagnian silver coins, and now this money can't even buy food, so why earn it?

Mobis thought about it and finally thought of the only place where he could buy food with Bagnia silver coins.

black market.

There is a black market everywhere, the difference lies in how dark it is.

The only place Mobi knew of where contraband grain was sold was a "shallow black market" that was semi-public and many residents of Oncandra knew of its existence.

The reason why it is considered a black market is not only because the food is obtained by local gangs through shady means, but also because they have not joined the local food chamber of commerce.

The grain shops in the open have been shut down, but what about the black market in the dark?

Holding on to his last hope, Mobi hurried and ran towards the place in his memory.

work?

Don’t worry about it for now, buying food is important.

There were many people on Oncandra Street who had the same idea as Moby, so for a while, the street was a bit chaotic, with pedestrians everywhere in a hurry, and gray-armored "police" soldiers standing guard on the streets.

Those policemen seemed to be doing nothing, but for some reason, they were more ferocious than the gray-armored soldiers that Mobi had seen not long ago, and their bodies were obviously more sturdy. The master tailor just looked at them and felt a chill all over his body.

Mobi hurriedly walked past them with his head lowered.

When he finally arrived at the slum where the black market was located, he was disappointed before he even walked in.

The originally bustling streets became unusually lively. The figures engaging in furtive transactions in the past disappeared, replaced by soldiers wearing gray armor, holding swords and crossbows, searching house to house.

From a distance, Mobi could see many people from the Beggars' Guild with their hands and feet tied, walking out in a dejected line.

The Beggars' Gang has existed in ancient and modern times, both in China and abroad, and it is not a good thing either. It is inextricably linked to fraud and deception.

The same is true for the Beggars' Guild that runs this black market for grain. They do all kinds of bad things, including stealing, robbing, trafficking in people, and smuggling contraband. They are the overlords of the underground world of the city of Oncandra.

The reason why the Beggars' Guild can live so freely is because of this slum, the two hundred official members of the guild, and thousands of non-official members, a total of twelve hundred men who dare to fight and kill and are good at using bows and crossbows.

Now, Mobi only took a few glances from a distance and knew that the slums were doomed, and the beggars' guild inside was wiped out.

Just by looking at the blood slowly flowing in the stinking ditch and the small hill outside the slums covered by waterproof cloth, Mobi knew what was happening inside.

Well, to avoid being mistaken for an accomplice, Moby hurried back. He hadn't run far before he slowly started walking back. His mood was incredibly low, and every step felt like treading on cotton, soft and powerless.

However, there is always a way out. When Mobi walked back to the commercial street and was still one street away from the tailor shop where he worked, he heard someone shouting something loudly.

"Hiring! Hiring! Ding Ding Dang Trading Company is sincerely looking for talented individuals with high salaries! We're hiring blacksmiths, tailors, leatherworkers, carpenters, as well as chefs, bakers, and gardeners. As long as you have a skill, Ding Ding Dang Trading Company has a suitable position!"

The voice was so loud and powerful that Mobi subconsciously raised his head to look.

At the end of the commercial street, a tall wooden sign swayed in the wind, with the words "Ding Ding Dang Trading Company" written on it. At the door of the trading company stood a middle-aged man in an ornate robe, holding a piece of paper and reading aloud the recruitment information.

There were a lot of people gathered there, and Mobi subconsciously ran over. As soon as he got close, he heard the middle-aged man's subsequent words.

"No matter what profession they are, the monthly salary of a master chef is one hundred silver dollars. Once they join the industry, they will be given a settlement allowance of three months' salary, one hundred kilograms of rice, and ten kilograms of meat!

Ordinary masters receive fifty silver dollars, apprentices receive twenty silver dollars, and they also receive three months’ wages for resettlement and an equivalent amount of food…”

Ah, is this true or false?
The crowd began to stir, and Mobi heard people around him whispering, and many people were moved.

Silver dollars are the only currency that can be used to buy food nowadays. Moreover, they are very exquisite and you can spend them wherever you go.

Not to mention a hundred kilograms of food, Mobi estimated that if his family of four ate sparingly, it would be enough to last for three months.

Thinking of this, Mobi rushed towards the crowd without any hesitation.

He needs to sign up as soon as possible!
"Don't worry, don't worry. Ding Ding Dang Trading Company has plenty of openings, enough for you..."

"Come over here quickly, the Chibi Chamber of Commerce is also hiring. Our salary is better than Ding Ding Dang's. Master Chef, one hundred and two silver dollars..."

Mobi looked subconsciously and saw several people shouting across the street, with recruitment banners hanging behind them.

Without thinking too much, Mobi turned around and rushed over, reaching the counter to sign up before anyone else.

"I, I, I'm a tailor!"

"Come on, tailor, try making something for us."

Just make something?

This requirement sounds simple, but in fact it is the most difficult problem. Mobi is not afraid of drawing pictures, but is afraid of not having a topic and being able to express himself freely.

But this matter concerns the whole family's stomach, so Mobi can't hesitate.

He took a deep breath, took the cloth and tools, but before he could start working, someone squeezed in from behind and knocked him aside.

"I am a blacksmith, a master blacksmith..."

"Come over here, there's a blacksmith shop here, come and try it..."

(End of this chapter)