Do you also want to adopt Doro?

Based on his past experience collecting trash, Doro knew that even ten bottles might not be enough to earn him a five-cent coin.

I just ran an errand and bought a drink. The process was so easy that I easily earned 50 cents!

"I'm so amazing~"

Doro was extremely excited at this moment.

After a moment of joy, it raised its head and looked back into the railing.

The players were excitedly discussing how to pool their money. Nowadays, everyone uses mobile payments, and few people carry cash. In the end, they managed to scrape together a whole hundred-yuan bill.

I bought a total of 20 bottles of drinks, all of them were 888 ml bottles of Coca-Cola.

Doraemon immediately got to work!

Half an hour later...

Doro finished delivering the 20 bottles of drinks.

Because of his short stature and weak strength, Doro could only carry two bottles of Coke at a time, so it took him a full ten round trips to the supermarket.

One round trip, 300 meters, a total distance of 3 kilometers.

Having successfully completed its task, Doro was panting heavily. Sweat soaked its pink feathers, and it looked quite disheveled, like a drowned rat.

Although I'm tired, I'm very happy!

Doro hugged the two mini Coke bottles tightly in his arms.

If you buy a large quantity of bottles at once, the supermarket owner will give you two small mini bottles of Coke as a wholesale discount.

At first, Doro wanted money more than the small bottle of cola. Then it remembered that people (Huang Musong) liked to drink ice-cold soda, just as Doro liked to eat Orunji.

So it accepted the boss's discount.

Now that I've finished my shopping assignment, it's time to go home as agreed.

Goodbye everyone~

Saying goodbye to the people sweating it out on the court, Doro, with two small bottles of Coke and ten yuan and fifty cents in his pocket, skipped back to the basement.

On the way back, passing a fruit stand, Duoluo suddenly couldn't walk anymore.

Wow!

Brightly colored Mangrunji?

A few days ago, I ate a mango, and I can't forget its sweet taste.

Unfortunately, ten dollars couldn't buy mangoes at all, and the shopkeeper didn't care about retail sales, so he ignored Doro.

It could only regretfully continue walking back, turning back every few steps, reluctant to leave the fragrant mangoes.

As they approached the basement, the farmers' market was packed with people, and Doraemon spotted a familiar figure in the crowd.

The other party is Aunt Liu, my neighbor who lives in the same basement!

After running out of eggs at home, Aunt Liu took her egg basket to the farmers' market, where prices were lowest, to buy more.

Too embarrassed to greet Aunt Liu, Duoluo hurriedly hid by the roadside tree roots, his big eyes filled with curiosity as he peeked out.

"So, the eggs in the basket... aren't automatically refreshed every day?" Doro muttered to himself, realizing the truth.

These past few days, whenever it wanted eggs, it would take them from the basket Aunt Liu left outside without permission. Doro really didn't know that the eggs were actually bought by Aunt Liu, not automatically refreshed.

Since I stole Aunt Liu's eggs,

I should return it to her!

After Aunt Liu finished buying the eggs and left, it quietly approached the egg stall.

"I want to buy ten eggs," Doraemon said.

Shop owner: "Six yuan and fifty cents. Cash? Scan the code?"

Do ten eggs cost six and a half yuan?

The price is so expensive...

Doraemon was heartbroken.

After working hard all afternoon, I couldn't even afford twenty eggs. Is making money really that hard? Money is hard to earn, but people (Huang Musong) can easily earn a lot of money, enough to support me.

"Wow, that person is amazing!"

Carrying the plastic bag of eggs, Doro continued walking back, muttering to himself.

From this moment on, Doraemon's understanding of money began to take shape.

{1 'Orunji' = 2 eggs}

{9 Oorunji coins = 1 bottle of Coke}

Doraemon learned to use the value of an orange as the basic unit for measuring everything.

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evening...

Dusk poured down like melting asphalt, bathing the entire city in a thick, dark yellow liquid. Subway exits spewed forth swarms of people, commuters carrying briefcases, their movements splitting and coalescing at the traffic lights.

Huang Musong was also a member of the cattle and horse army.

He returned to his rented basement apartment, looking travel-worn.

I've been busy since this morning and haven't had a chance to rest all afternoon. I'm exhausted. This morning I was testing the effectiveness of the Howling Whale watering can, and this afternoon I was delivering takeout in the nearby city.

Food delivery is a job that allows for daily pay.

The salary arrived on the same day, just enough to cover expenses during the period of resignation and re-employment, so that I didn't have to cut back on food and clothing.

However, while daily pay is great, delivering food is really tiring!

In one afternoon, over five hours, a total of 11 orders were delivered. Two orders were overdue and resulted in salary deductions, while the other order was refunded by the customer.

The refunded rice bowl resulted in an 8 yuan deduction from my salary, meaning I only paid 8 yuan for a dinner.

Huang Musong brought dinner back, heated it up, and planned to eat it with Duoluo.

Just before entering the house, Doro heard familiar footsteps and knew that someone had returned. Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck him, and Doro, with a childlike heart, picked up a small bottle of cola that he had prepared beforehand and shook it vigorously.

Hey~

After shaking the cola, Doraemon grinned mischievously, his expression quite playful.

It wants to play a trick on people using the gas-filled cola!

Just then, Huang Musong opened the door and entered the house. Duoluo quickly hid the cola behind her back and raised her little hand to welcome him: "Tired, aren't you? I made money today! Look what goodies I brought back for you!"

Doro couldn't hide anything at all; its squinting, smiling expression betrayed its little scheme.

Huang Musong was certain it was trying to play a prank!

As Doraemon held up the small bottle of cola to show it off, Huang Musong was initially suspicious, but then he figured out Doraemon's thoughts.

Was the cola shaken beforehand?

He met Doraemon's gaze with a witty, all-knowing look.

Showing off its bright white teeth and grinning foolishly, Doro was unaware that its little scheme had been exposed, and it earnestly offered the Coke bottle to the person.

As Huang Musong reached out to take it, he took out a golden fruit shaped like an orange from his backpack with his other hand and handed it to Duoluo as a return gift.

"Here you go!"

"This is a special variety I bought especially for you, Runji."

The golden fruit was clearly a lemon, but Huang Musong deliberately lied and called it a special variety of orange.

Doro loves oranges the most. Its clear, big eyes stared intently at the lemon, carefully examining this one it had never seen before.

When Doraemon is quietly observing something, the dimples on both sides of his face appear and disappear, making him look adorably innocent and charming.

"Was it bought specifically for me?"

"Human! You're so kind to Doro, Doro likes you!"

After saying that, Doraemon suddenly realized something and quickly withdrew his little hand.

Hiding the cola behind his back, Doro grinned sheepishly and handed the other, unshaken bottle of cola back to the person.

People always bring it delicious fruit when they go home.

Doraemon couldn't bear to play pranks on people anymore.

However, what Doraemon didn't know was that Huang Musong was also planning to play a trick on it. Moreover, Huang Musong didn't intend to take the lemon back; he even took the initiative to cut the lemon open and put it back in.

Holding the golden lemon, Doraemon's mouth watered; he imagined it to be juicy and cloyingly sweet.

But as soon as he stuck out his tongue and lightly licked the lemon, Doro's facial features instantly contorted into a grimace.

"Ugh~"

"What a pity, Oh Runji is broken."

Doro sighed with deep regret.

The sour taste made its facial muscles twitch, which was quite amusing.

Huang Musong, who had successfully pulled off the prank, couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Seeing people inexplicably happy, Doraemon didn't understand why, but he felt happy because people were happy.

One corner of his mouth is upturned, while the other is drooping.

Doro's expression was a stark contrast, like that of a god or a demon.

After laughing, Huang Musong gradually felt all his fatigue disappear, and his mental dejection was replaced by relaxation.

"Actually, this isn't Runji, it's something called lemon."

"Lemons cannot be eaten directly; they are usually used to make drinks or as a seasoning in salads."

As he explained, he took back the lemon, sliced ​​it, put it in a glass of water, and poured in the room-temperature cola.

The bubbles in the cola push the lemon up from the bottom of the glass.

The crackling sounds echoed through the room.

Realizing he had been tricked but had failed to trick anyone, Doro immediately put his hands on his hips in a huff, expressing his dissatisfaction.

"Hmph~"

"Doro is angry."

"I was just pranked. Unless that person promises Doro that they'll stay by Doro's side all day tomorrow! Hmm... or, wherever that person goes, they can take Doro with them." Doro thought it was expressing itself very strongly, but its clumsy acting revealed that it actually didn't want to wander around the city alone.

Although it was beaten this afternoon, it didn't leave any real wounds.

But I was really scared when I got hit...

Doraemon didn't want to be bullied by the wicked old woman anymore.

Huang Musong was unaware of the kind of abuse Duoluo had suffered that day.

Tomorrow is Friday, and I have to go out to deliver food for my daily wage, so it's not convenient for me to bring Doro along.

But I just couldn't bear to refuse this adorable little guy!

Alright, let's take a day off and recharge before heading to the orchard in the south of the city the day after tomorrow.

Huang Musong nodded hesitantly in agreement.

Doro's big eyes instantly turned into two bright stars. With a backflip, it sprang onto the pillow. Its short legs, as if springy, twisted the sheets into a pretzel with each kick. Its round body contorted into waves, and even the muffled "thump" when it accidentally bumped into the bedside table seemed to contain a thrilling, trembling sound...