This Game Is Too Realistic

Roundabout port.

The cabin is hot and humid.

Sesame was sitting cross-legged next to the electric lamp, reading a storybook she borrowed from Sisi to the children surrounding her.

At first, Misa was doing this alone. The purpose was to help the children relieve their boredom and teach them to read and write.

Later, sesame paste also came in.

Thanks to this, she recently found that her Japanese language has improved a lot, especially in reading and writing. Some popular Chinese characters can be read normally without the help of VM.

Crouching next to the sesame paste, a little girl about seven or eight years old hugged her knees and stared directly at the cat ears swaying above her head.

After finishing the story, she finally couldn't help but be curious and spoke in a soft voice.

"elder sister."

"What's wrong?" He turned the page and looked at the little girl with a gentle smile.

Sesame paste remembers that this little girl’s name is Gooseberry.

Her father was a laborer, and when he was entrusted to the ship, he and other Yue people who were determined to resist escaped into the jungle outside Jinqilun Port.

Like many children here, she has no relatives on the ship, and Misa has always taken care of her.

The little girl looked at the sesame paste timidly, feeling embarrassed for a while, but finally she said what was in her heart.

"Are you the messenger of the Silver Moon Goddess?"

After being slightly stunned, Sesame Paste blinked and asked.

"Why do you ask?"

"Because those people said so...everyone on the boat," the little girl continued in a low voice, "I'm wondering...whether the Silver Moon Goddess of Silver Moon Bay and the Moon Goddess of Borneo Province are actually the same person. ”

Occasionally she would see some Silver Moon Bay mercenaries secretly praying to this sister with cat ears, but everyone in the cabin said she was the incarnation of the Moon Goddess.

Everyone said they were different, and she couldn't help but feel a little confused as to what this sister with cat ears was.

Seeing a pair of eyes looking at him eagerly, Sesame Paste had a smile on his face and reached out to gently touch Gooseberry's little head.

"Hmm... maybe that's really possible. After all, myths and history are all written by people."

"Really?" Not only Gooseberry, but also all the children's eyes lit up.

"Well!" Sesame Paste said with a smile, "It just so happens that my sister has a good friend who likes to study this... You can discuss it with her. Although she doesn't seem to like answering people, she is actually a very warm-hearted person. "

After reading the story.

Sesame paste closed the book, patted his pants and stood up from the floor. At this time, she noticed an elderly woman looking at her, so she walked over and asked you with a smile.

"What's the matter?"

The old woman's name is Sangru. She is sixty years old. She is the oldest survivor here, and she is also a very prestigious eldest daughter among the Yue people.

Looking at the sesame paste in front of him, the old man nodded slightly and said in a sincere tone.

"It's nothing, I just want to thank you for everyone... Those children are poor people. They are fighting against the Xilan Empire's army thousands of miles away. I don't know if they will have a chance to be reunited in the future. Thanks to you and Misa , at least give them the opportunity to learn knowledge.”

"I just did something that I could do, and I'm actually quite happy." Faced with such solemn thanks, Sesame Paste couldn't help but feel a little shy, and scratched his cheek in embarrassment.

"Even so, we are extremely grateful, as well as your friends who have taken us in," Sanru looked at her seriously and said with a little shame, "If there is anything I can do to help, please let me know. Tell us, even if it is to help you clean your clothes or the deck, we have been eating you and using you... everyone feels very sorry."

Looking at the old man with a serious face, Sesame Paste said, dumbfounded.

"We really don't have to do this -"

"This is very important to us." Sangru lowered his eyebrows apologetically, "I'm sorry, these words may make you feel embarrassed. According to the ancestral teachings of our Yue tribe people, only if we work in exchange for food can we have food. Dignity... We are very grateful for your help, and we will definitely repay you. But if conditions permit, please give us a chance to fight for dignity for ourselves. "

Sesame looked at the old man blankly.

Feeling the seriousness and determination in those eyes, she held the old man's wrinkled hand and responded to her request with a serious expression.

"Yeah, I promise!"

…

At the same time, there was a commotion on the deck of Rourou.

One person and one bear were lying on the side of the ship, holding telescopes and excitedly looking towards the west.

"Oh oh oh! Rourou! Another boat is coming!"

"I saw it! It's bigger than us!"

Although they have been bored at the port for many days, the two live treasures never leave themselves idle and can always find some fun for themselves.

Such as now.

The two played a ship-guessing game, guessing whether the first ship to dock that day would be a warship or a cargo ship.

So far, it is no surprise that Rourou is winning.

I saw a cargo ship puffing out black smoke with a wide and long deck, heading towards the port under the leadership of two speedboats.

After seeing the cargo ship full of cargo, the loudspeaker at the dock suddenly sounded like a sudden rain.

At the urging of the radio, the workers who were sitting on the shore basking in the sun stood up one after another, lazily swung their dogs over their shoulders and walked to their workstations, startling a group of seagulls squatting on the dock to sing a chorus.

The originally leisurely port suddenly became busy again.

The battle in the southern waters is currently going on. Even though the ring island is far away from the center of the battlefield, there are still not many foreign ships visiting it.

Looking at the empty sea, Rourou sometimes couldn't help but naively think that maybe this was the reason why the port governor didn't drive them away.

After all, those docks are empty anyway.

At least they will pay a detention fee of 1,000 dinars per day.

Tails: "Oh! Rourou! Did you see what was piled on the deck?"

Rourou: "I can't see clearly. It seems like ore?"

Taitail suddenly barked.

"Oops, Rourou, we are in trouble! There might be pirates on that ship!"

Rourou looked at her in surprise as she suddenly touched her chin and tail deeply.

"Ah?! How did you see that?!"

"You don't understand this, Rourou."

He put away his telescope and put his foot on the side of the ship, and raised his not-so-smart eyebrows wisely.

"Tail saw through it at a glance and came with the Mistral. The Mistral was actually a pirate ship disguised as a cargo ship! They ransacked the port and took away the governor's daughter, but luckily the Bear Knights stopped them... That’s how it’s usually done in movies!”

Finally realizing that this guy was joking again, Rourou breathed a sigh of relief as he watched her complain.

"What the hell is the Mistral?"

"That ship came from the northwest, don't worry about these details! Isn't there something more worth complaining about?"

When he said "here", Taitail suddenly wrinkled his nose.

"Wait a minute... Rourou, do you smell any strange smell?"

Rourou was stunned for a moment, and took a deep breath in the sea breeze. Then his furry bear face squeezed into a ball, pinched his nose and spit out his pink tongue.

"yue!"

"It stinks!"

…

At the same time, on the deck of the Mistral, the skins were spread out one after another, exuding a strong and disgusting smell.

Although Mo Wei had expected that those skins might have started to stink, the rate of biomass decay in the tropical environment was beyond his imagination.

The moment his mercenaries untied the hemp rope tied to the pile of skins, a pungent stench quickly filled the entire deck.

It was like an entire container of herrings being opened at the same time. Even the bravest awakening person was knocked back several steps before he could stand still.

However, Mo Qianwei couldn't care about that much.

In order to prevent the skins from continuing to rot and ferment, he could only endure the turmoil in his stomach, urging the mercenaries who kept retreating to spread the skins one by one on the deck, and then scoop up seawater with buckets, one after another. Pour a bucket on top.

There is actually nothing wrong with this approach.

When there is not enough salt, seawater is directly poured onto the leather, rubbed and beaten, which is also one of the methods for tanning leather and leather.

Salt water can not only kill bacteria on the surface of the skin, but also prevent skin from cracking and clean sweat, blood and grease on the surface of the skin.

However, Mo Wei still underestimated the roughness of the cargo and the waterproof performance of the Mistral cargo ship.

Barrels after barrels of seawater not only failed to wash away the fishy smell into the sea, but instead allowed the seawater mixed with grease and blood to seep into the cabin.

The entire lower deck now looked like a murder scene, with sticky grease and wet blood everywhere.

Seeing his love boat turn into such a horrible state, Captain Song Haining was so angry that his lips turned blue and his whole face turned the color of pig liver.

If it weren't for the fact that the employment fee was still tied to the port of Silver Moon Bay, he would have liked to throw this guy and the pile of cheap rags off the deck to feed the fish!

"...I'll say it again, when we dock at the port, get these things off my ship immediately! We agreed that the cargo we were pulling was coal and iron! Not these moldy and smelly things!!"

"What moldy and smelly stuff!" Mo Yanwei looked at him with wide eyes, "Do you know how much these stuff can be sold for in the desert! Especially in the northernmost Golden Lizard Kingdom, they are very popular. The level even exceeds that of satin made from devil silk!”

Song Haining looked at him with a livid face.

"I don't care what this is, this is goods outside the contract! You breach the contract first! Mr. Mo Wei! And our contract stipulates that our ship will not carry fresh goods!"

Mo Qianwei argued hard and reasoned.

"This is not fresh food! This is skin--"

Song Haining interrupted him angrily.

"That's enough, no need to play the word game with me! This thing is just peeled off the prey!"

Mo Yanwei clasped his hands and looked at him pleadingly.

"Please, friend, I will clean it up for you after I finish this business! Make sure there is no smell at all on your boat!"

"Thirty thousand dinars!" Song Haining stared at him and said, "I will not let you touch my boat again. When it docks at Silver Moon Bay, get away as far as you can!"

"Okay, no problem!" Mo Yanwei nodded like a sheep, and said with a smile, "As long as you promise me to wait outside the French fries port for a while when I return-"

"Get out!" Unable to bear this guy any longer, Song Haining reached out and pushed him and shouted angrily, "Take your pile of rags and get out now!"

Seeing the angry captain, the apprentice at the helm did not dare to talk to him, so he could only rely on his unskilled experience to bring the ship to the dock.

The Mistral happened to be parked next to the Rourou, and the two cargo ships with completely different styles were parked side by side.

Leaning against the side of the boat and watching the excitement, Tail and Rourou ate the melon excitedly, shouting loudly.

"Oh! There's a fight!"

"茠oil!"

Hearing the sound coming from the deck of the cargo ship nearby, Song Haining was about to grab the profiteer by the collar and give him a severe lesson. Song Haining subconsciously stopped his movements and looked towards the ship.

I saw a man and a bear standing on the side of the ship looking over.

When he met his gaze, the girl with short hair waved enthusiastically.

"Oh, friends across the way! Who are you?"

Song Haining squinted his eyes and stared at her and the big bear next to her for a while. Then he looked at the flag hanging above the cabin and felt that it looked familiar.

"This is the Mistral! Who are you?"

The moment they heard the name, a man and a bear standing on the side of the ship were startled.

"Alas?!"

"giao! Is it really the Mistral?!"

Song Haining stared at the man and the bear intently, wondering where he had seen these living treasures. However, Taiwei thought he was waiting for her to announce her home status, so she said "Ah" and spoke quickly.

"We are Rourou! I am Tails! She is Rourou!"

Tail?

Song Haining was slightly startled and had not yet reacted. When Mogavi, who was standing nearby, heard the name, he shouted in surprise.

"Tail?! Wait, you're Tails?!"

Seeing that someone in this vast sea actually recognized him, Taili suddenly showed a surprised expression.

"That's me! Have you heard of me?!"

Mogavi smiled sheepishly and broke away from the hand holding his collar.

"I seem to have seen your portrait...ah, I remember it, at the port of Silver Moon Bay! There is a group of guys from Borneo. They use your portrait to inquire about everyone they meet, and there is also this little guy next to you. Talking Bear."

Hearing these words, Tail and Rourou were shocked.

"Giao?!"

"Why am I wanted too?!"

Seeing the exaggerated reactions of the two people, Mogavi quickly explained.

"It's not a wanted manhunt. I haven't heard anything from the City Lord's Mansion in Silver Moon City. You guys may have offended some... um, unworthy guys. You'd better be careful lately."

After hearing these words, Tails breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you for the information! We will be careful!"

"You're welcome," Mogawei smiled sheepishly, glanced at Captain Song Haining and said expectantly, "By the way, do you have any plans to return to Silver Moon Bay in the near future?"

The tail said it naturally.

"No, what's wrong?"

Mogavi's expression froze and he scratched the back of his head.

"Ah... that's difficult to handle. I have a headache. The guy I met at the French Fries Port asked me to come here to ask you."

From this sentence, I smelled the flavor of a side mission. Taili's eyes suddenly lit up, and he grabbed the railing with both hands and asked.

"Oh! What's the mission—oh no, are you in any trouble?"

"So be it," Mogave glanced at the pile of furs spread out on the deck, and continued with a helpless expression, "For this unexpected windfall, I offended this old friend next to me to death... "

"Who is your old friend! And it's about money!" Song Haining glared at him fiercely, "You're talking nonsense, hurry up and get these dirty things off my boat!"

Seeing the captain looking at him emotionally, Mogave quickly raised his hand to try to calm him down.

"I know, I know, don't worry! I have to find someone to help me deal with these things first, right?"

Upon hearing this, Tails' eyes suddenly brightened.

"Wait, you need help?"

"Do you have one?" Mogawei was stunned for a moment and subconsciously took a look at this so-called fleshy ship.

A few sailors and mercenaries can be seen on the deck. There are no more than thirty people at all times. Maybe they are not as many as their own.

Tails smiled proudly.

"Then you've asked the right person. We have a lot of people here!"

"That's great... I need two, uh, preferably four people to help me clean these furs. The method is simple, just pour sea water on it and rub it repeatedly to scrape off the rotten flesh on the surface. I'll figure it out. It doesn't matter if you don't know how. I'll teach you step by step... But do you really have enough people here?" Mogawei looked at the girl suspiciously, not sure what she was doing. Whether you are joking or serious, you are not confident enough to say this.

"That's necessary! Wait here!"

After saying these words, he ran away from the side of the ship with his tail thumping, rushed to the cabin, opened the door and shouted inside.

"Si! We're out to pick up the guests!"

"What's wrong, Awei..."

Holding a bunch of half-organized notes in his arms, Sisi walked out of the cabin with a look of helplessness. As a result, as soon as she stood on the deck, her whole beautiful face quickly twisted into a bald melon.

"Hey - Rourou pooped on the boat?"

Although the subconscious murmur was small, it was still heard by Rourou with sharp ears, and a loud roar suddenly sounded on the deck.

"Am I that kind of person?!"

Si Si looked away with a subtle expression.

Tails didn't care so much, grabbed her shoulders and said excitedly.

"Si! The pirate ship next to you needs help processing the newly skinned furs! They need a lot of people!"

Sisi was stunned for a moment, then walked to the side of the ship and glanced suspiciously at the man opposite who was saying hello with a smile.

"Hello...are you the captain here?"

Compared to the two people just now, his intuition told him that this one might be a little more reliable.

"No... the one next to me is the one," Sisi glanced at the big bear behind him, then looked at the NPC on the boat opposite you, calmed down and asked you, "How many people do you need? How much is the quotation? How to pay?"

Mogavi looked at her with bright eyes and said.

"The more people, the better! As long as you can process all these furs within two days, I can give you one hundred thousand dinars! Cash payment!"

When he heard the dinar payment, Stone suddenly showed a lack of interest.

"If it's one hundred thousand silver coins, I can consider it, and forget it with dinars."

"One hundred thousand silver coins?! Are you pirates?!" Mogawi's eyes widened, "Absolutely impossible! It only cost me one hundred thousand to collect these furs!"

"Oh ho? Are you sure you only spent 100,000?"

Sisi narrowed his eyes slightly, put the notebook in his arms under his arm, put his arm on the railing of the ship's side, and looked at him with a half-smile.

Don't know why.

Being looked at by these eyes, Mogavi felt a tingle in his heart. He swallowed unconsciously, struggled for a long time and finally raised three fingers.

"Don't worry about how much I paid for it. Thirty thousand silver coins...for the sake of the beauty."

Ignoring the businessman's flattery, Sisi pointed to the deck not far away with his chin.

"I think I saw that blood mink skin once in the palace of Petra Fortress. I heard that one piece can be sold for tens of thousands of dinars. You actually got it for only one hundred thousand dinars." Three...four pieces? Tsk, you are really good at business."

Facing the slightly squinting eyes, Mogavi smiled awkwardly, but there was a burst of sweat behind him. He didn't expect to meet someone who knew the market.

"...What do you want?"

"It's not that good. I just said it casually. Don't think too much about it." Sisi smiled lightly and continued, "Just say it casually. These rawhide treatments... emmm, they are rough. If you don't save them, It is estimated that there is no way to save it. The residents on the circular island all have their own jobs, and now they are at war. Even if you can get the money, you may not be able to find so many people at once, not to mention that they may not have experienced these jobs. ”

Mogavi looked at her in disbelief.

"Do you have any professionals here?"

Sisi said in a casual tone.

"I don't dare to say that they are all, but there are still one or two out of ten...that's enough, isn't it? We can guarantee to clean it up for you."

Regarding this matter, she didn't lie to that guy.

There are not a few survivors in Borneo who make a living by hunting, especially among the Yue people who are good at using arrows. In ordinary hunting families, it is common for men to go hunting and women to handle the skins skinned from the prey.

Among the survivors that Tails rescued in Golden Gallen Harbor, a considerable proportion were hunters. Some simple tasks of handling fur are naturally no problem for their wives.

Mogavi hesitated for two seconds and finally nodded.

"One hundred thousand silver coins, that's not impossible! But you promise me one condition: don't tell the butcher at Chips Harbor about those blood mink skins..."

He still wants to continue doing business there.

If the butchers knew that he had made so much money from this business, he would be worried that those guys would peel off his skin next time he went ashore.

Hearing these words, Sisi knew that this guy had taken the bait, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

"Don't worry, they are all people who abide by the rules. Even if they know about it, they won't say anything. At most, they will scold you behind your back."

The difference between the purchase price and the sale price is ten times, which is the basis of NPC. Most RPG stores have the same virtue, and you will get used to it after playing two games.

In comparison, "Wasteland OL" is more humane. Players in this game rarely have the power to choose.

At least after they realize that they have been cut off by the NPC, they can learn from their mistakes and trade with someone else next time.

Or change the way you negotiate business.

"Then hurry up... don't waste time." Seeing that both parties had reached an agreement, Mogawi didn't want to delay for a moment, and patted the railing on the side of the ship to urge.

But the captain on the side grabbed him by the collar.

"Wait a minute, you can't get this cargo on my boat! And after unloading the cargo, you have to clean the boat inside and out!"

Mogavi looked at the woman standing on the boat opposite for help.

After understanding that look, Sisi smiled lightly and said.

"Add 10,000 silver coins, and we can help you with your hygiene."

"Ten thousand silver coins?! Why don't you—" Upon hearing this offer, Mogave's eyes suddenly bulged out, like a caught croak. However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the captain of the Mistral on the side.

"Hey! It's decided!"

Seeing both of them looking at him, Mogavi looked more uncomfortable than constipation. Thinking of the smelly cargo on the deck, he finally nodded.

"㵕噷."

"Then I've decided happily. One hundred and ten thousand silver coins, I'll tell the girls."

With a smile on his lips, Sisi turned and returned to the cabin.

In a few minutes, a large group of ragged girls walked through the crowded and narrow hatch onto the deck.

The moment they saw the group of girls, Mogawei and Song Haining, who were standing on the deck, were stunned at the same time, and then their eyes changed when they looked at Huan Sisi.

"...Tell me honestly, what kind of business do you do?"

Sisi flipped the hair that fell on her shoulders and said casually.

"For charity."

Mogavi looked at this guy with an expression of "I believe you."

Too lazy to explain to him in detail, Sisi glanced at the opposite deck, then at his own side, and said casually.

"You can buy a few sets of plastic sheeting from the port, or you can borrow them. It won't cost much."

"There are many stalls selling fish feed and urea, and I don't want to dirty the boat."

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