Immortal Demon Emperor in the city

Chapter 342 Follow
With the passage of time, the swarthy old man finally placed all the fish. Looking at the two full bamboo baskets, he felt a sense of accomplishment instantly, and his upright face unexpectedly showed a rare hint of relief.

Then, he directly picked up the pole and carried the two bamboo baskets, jumped off the boat, and walked towards the distance.

Seeing this, Chu Ke followed behind and walked into the distance.

On the way, in order to keep the fish fresh, the old man poured two ladles of water into the fish from time to time, completely ignoring Chu Ke who was following behind.

After walking for about half an hour, both of them came to a small town.

This small town is ancient, whether it is the streets or buildings, whether it is the hawkers who buy and sell goods, or the uncle who steams buns, they all look like ancient times, maybe they are all like before the Tang Dynasty.

Chu Ke did not raise too many surprises, after all, the time chalcedony has a unique time characteristic, no matter what age it is, it is not surprising.

Besides, how long has he lived in the fairy world, he has already been used to such a style, and all he feels is familiarity, where is there any sense of surprise?
As soon as he thought of this, Chu Ke realized that the old man had found a fixed place to stop and started setting up a stall.

He put down the bamboo basket, erected the pole, poured a few ladles of water on the fish, and waited quietly without shouting.

With the passage of time, more and more people came and went, and the old man opened his business logically, but it seems that all the fish buyers are repeat customers. There is no need for the old man to say anything, just use the scale to weigh the fish, calculate it, and collect the copper coins , the transaction is completed.

During the whole process, the old man didn't say a word, not even an "um".

At the beginning, Chu Ke was not sure about this, but after the second, third, and even fourth transactions, he finally understood.

It turns out that this old man is a mute!
No wonder you haven't spoken before.

After raising his eyebrows, Chu Ke found a place not far from the old man and sat down, neither talking nor doing anything, just lazily basking in the sun.

He half-lyed by the wall, looking up at the sky, and suddenly found that the air here is fresh, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the sun is shining, and the climate is very pleasant.

Chu Ke unexpectedly felt a sense of ease that he hadn't seen for a long time.

No matter in the fairy world where people eat people, or in the modern age where people trample on people, Chu Ke is constantly working hard.

In order to survive, for the sake of living, he once abandoned everything, and he was once insane to the extreme.

In those places, there was no way for Chu Ke to show any flaws, so he could only keep concentrating, Chu Ke couldn't even breathe a sigh of relief!

But here, there is only peace.

He is not from here, but he is so close to here, there is no intrigue here, and there is no life-and-death struggle.

Chu Ke is here, able to breathe.

A real gasp.

For a moment, Chu Ke under the sun actually had a sense of enlightenment.

He experienced a touch of ordinary life and what it feels like to be alive.

This feeling is very simple, very real, but it makes him feel very at ease.

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The whole morning passed without paying much attention. The old man almost sold out all the fish, and the few smallest ones left could not be sold, so he didn't insist on going home.

He carried two bamboo baskets in one hand and a shoulder pole in the other, lowered his head, and walked silently.

As for Chu Ke, he followed silently. The old man knew about it, but he didn't intend to stop him.

This time, after walking for another 10 minutes, I found a thatched cottage at the end of the town.

Chu Ke looked around and found that although the thatched cottage was simple, it was still clean. There was a chimney next to the low eaves, and some vegetables were planted in the small yard in front, mostly eggplants, peppers, cabbage and the like. , very close to life.

The old man lifted the curtain in front of the door and walked in. Chu Ke stood in front of the door hesitating for a while, then followed him in.

The room is not dark, it may be that the window position is chosen well, the sunlight is included, and it shines on almost every place in the room.

Inside there is a bed made of hard soil, with bedding and pillows on it, with a little peony pattern and rooster pattern on it, which makes this hard house look a little more warm.

As for the rest, it is an old wooden table and two chairs.

Looking at the innermost part, there was also a large iron pot and a water jar. The old man stepped forward and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his dark skin. He directly scooped half a spoonful of rice into the pot, and immediately filled a ladleful of water.

Then, he put the lid on the pot, squatted down, and began to prepare for the fire.

I don't know if the water was accidentally poured on the firewood just now, or the place where the firewood is placed is itself damp.

"Crack, click."

"Crack, click."

"Crack, click."

The sparks of the flint splashed wildly, but there was no firewood burning. The more this happened, the harder the old man worked. Gradually, fine beads of sweat began to secrete from his forehead, but the result was still ineffective.

After a long while, there was still no success. Just when the old man was out of breath and his face was flushed, Chu Ke's voice suddenly came from behind.

"Come on, I'm quite skilled at making fire."

He stepped forward to pick up a piece of firewood and looked at the old man with burning eyes.

The old man was taken aback when he heard the words, turned his head and glanced at the strange stranger who had been following him, blinked his eyes, finally nodded, and stepped aside.

Chu Ke smiled, squatted down on the other side of the front, picked up the flint and rubbed it, and it took a while to fix it.

Anyway, when he first entered the fairy world, he was just an ordinary person. In order to survive, what industry did he not work in?

Fishing and vegetable selling are the easiest categories in many industries, and making a fire is the most basic life skill.

After the flames rose, the fireworks blazed, and the surrounding air began to distort.

He stood up and made room for the old man, but the old man stepped forward and suddenly added half a spoonful of rice.

Chu Ke smiled and didn't speak. The old man didn't look at him and continued to cook.

In this way, although there was no sound in the room, it seemed very harmonious, and a wonderful connection was born.

Twenty minutes later, there was an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks on the table, a plate of garlic sprouts without much oil, a plate of leftover small stewed fish, and two large bowls of steaming white rice.

Chu Ke was so impolite, he sat down and was about to start eating, the old man didn't stop him, he just picked up the chopsticks, picked up the bowl, and ate hard.

"Only you?" Chu Ke suddenly asked halfway through the meal.

The old man was obviously taken aback when he heard it, and then shook his head with gloomy eyes.

Chu Ke could probably guess what was going on, so he stopped asking and changed the subject.

"Then do you need helpers here? I think you usually struggle to fish alone. If you don't take me in, you can help me as a helper or something, as long as you pay less wages."

"And I can fish and cook. Although I can't say that my skills are very good, I'm sure it's not bad."

Seeing what Chu Ke said, the old man was silent for a long time, his eyes were low, and he didn't know what he was thinking. After a long while, he finally nodded slightly to show his agreement.

Seeing this, Chu Ke knew that he had a place to go, and his brows were filled with joy, his eyes widened, and he said grinningly.

"Success! Then it's settled."

(End of this chapter)