45 days of scavenging
The little robot is for real, of course.
He doesn't discriminate between different types of trash; he'll even collect excrement. Stones by the roadside are naturally not considered trash, but if they've been processed and discarded by humans, then they fall into his category of trash.
Judging from what these neighbors said, these stones were not ordinary stones.
Once he was sure the little robot was really going to be taken, Ollie called for help and moved all the stones of various sizes from the shop over.
He didn't move much.
I'm still worried that this newly opened business might change its mind, and I'll have to go through all the trouble of moving everything back.
The little robot naturally wouldn't go back on its word.
Seeing the stones Ollie brought over, he skillfully weighed them.
“Thirteen pounds, one pound of veura, thirteen veura in total.”
The little robot reads out the purchase price.
The billboard couldn't possibly display everything, so the little robot temporarily set out a suitable price based on the price of natural waste.
What is the value of the Philosopher's Stone in this world?
Am I asking for too low a price?
The little robot, whose understanding of non-scientific prices in the new world was not yet comprehensive, was a little uneasy.
However, he felt that the price might be low, which Ollie considered to be quite good.
I doubt anyone would buy this thing even if it cost ten pounds of Winner, and nobody would want it even if it were given away for free! It would just take up space if you took it home, and if the design isn't good, it wouldn't even qualify as a decoration.
Now that it can be sold for one pound of virgin, how could Ollie possibly refuse?
"Very well, God of Wealth above, you are a friend worth making! I still have these things there, I'll go and bring them over to sell right away!"
Ollie took the thirteen Venla and ran off quickly.
The onlookers watched the whole scene from beginning to end, and their minds began to wander.
They looked at the distinctive billboard again, this time more closely than before.
After looking at them, they started to think about what they could sell.
The little robot's garbage collection business went very smoothly on its first day.
That day, the little robot didn't even have time to leave the shop. The neighbors kept bringing over things they didn't want to get rid of, as if the shop was going to close down tomorrow.
Well, in their eyes, they've never seen such a foolish and rich person in all the years they've run their shops here.
Maybe when he realizes what's happening tomorrow, he won't want to make such a losing deal anymore?
So how could I not take advantage of today while I can still sell, get rid of all the messy junk in the shop and at home, and still get a lot of Venla?
These people are happy selling their trash, and the little robot is happy collecting it too.
We just opened today, and most of the customers are neighbors from the area. They also bring in mostly the garbage generated by their own shops.
For example, Ollie, who sells stones, brings all sorts of scrap stones. Ellie, who runs a bakery, mostly brings kitchen waste and used packaging paper. The weapon shop mainly sells ashes from charcoal fires; they didn't expect the little robot to even accept that, they were just testing the waters.
The tavern's garbage was more varied and haphazard.
The little robot accepted everything without hesitation.
Only when most shops close at night, with only one or two taverns still open, does the little robot have time to slowly sort through the day's harvest.
Despite collecting so much trash today, he hasn't even spent half a gold coin yet.
Kitchen waste and fecal waste will still be processed in the same way as before, sent to specific areas for screening, disinfection where necessary, and fermentation into fertilizer where appropriate.
For manually processed waste, small robots are needed to sort, disinfect, and classify it piece by piece. Whether it should be completely shredded and reconstituted, repaired and reused, or left to wait for a suitable time for modification, all require planning.
The little robot is not keen on doing this time-consuming task right now.
He rarely had a little autonomy, so he decided to look at what intrigued him most first.
That's the part of the trash related to "magic".
The world's first business deal, that pile of stones, naturally falls into this category.
Later, a shop assistant from a magic supplies store also brought some junk to sell, saying it was some broken magic items and scrolls.
The little robot bought it for a slightly higher price than other types of trash.
Now, all of these things are laid out in front of him.
The little robot picked up the stones first.
These stones vary in size. The larger ones have all been cut open, while the smaller ones are mostly intact. I don't know how the people here distinguish which ones are useless.
The moment the robot picked up the stone and started the structural analysis program, it knew why there were specialized shops selling this type of stone.
There is an energy flow within it!
Although the little robot had very little energy in the stone it held, it was still much better than the stones that had no energy at all, which were readily available on the roadside.
This energy, is it "magic"?
The little robot analyzed the stone more and more carefully.
The energy within these stones also varies slightly; some are more active, some are more fluid, and some are completely still, almost imperceptible.
After analyzing several different energy expressions, the little robot suddenly realized that these different energy manifestations must represent different attributes of magic.
The little robot analyzed the energy inside the stone more carefully, wanting to understand it in more detail.
This study continued until dawn the next day.
The little robot reluctantly put the stone down.
I have to collect the trash during the day; doing my job diligently is what a good trash can should do. I'll continue researching new things when I'm less busy.
Thinking this, the little robot exuded a spirited energy, even down to the last strand of its hair.
When the patrolmen came over, they saw this diligently working robot.
"Excuse me, sir, are you the owner of this shop?"
Evan Turner went up and started talking to the little robot.
The little robot looked up and saw a burly, dark-skinned human male standing in front of it, his entire body gleaming with silver armor and a slender sword at his waist.
This must be the patrolman the shopkeeper mentioned, right?
The little robot nodded when it heard the question.
Although somewhat surprised that the shop owner looked so young, Evan didn't say much. He registered his name according to the rules and then tossed a thin booklet to the little robot.
"These are the rules for opening a shop on the main street. Take this. Also, remember to pay the fees due at the castle within ten days."
Evan didn't say much, and soon led the patrol team to continue patrolling.
The little robot opened the booklet and found that there weren't many rules. There were rules it already knew, such as "keeping the main street clean and tidy," as well as rules about when fighting and verbal abuse were prohibited, and that slaves were not allowed to appear outside shops, etc.
Then there are various fees to pay when opening a shop. All of them add up to about a third of a gold coin a month.
Fortunately, the little robot doesn't need to worry too much about this.
He still has enough money from selling light bulbs.
Just as I was thinking about the light bulb, a familiar human walked in through the door.
It was Fred, the owner of the Curious Goods Shop.
"Good morning, Mr. Naji. May you continue to be favored by God on this new day." Fred greeted the little robot with a smile and immediately pulled it aside.
She whispered a question in his ear.
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