Golden candlesticks were placed on the tables with carved corners. The candlelight flickered as people walked by. Gentlemen and ladies dressed respectably and gorgeously walked into the dance floor to the sound of music, or talked on the side while holding silver wine glasses.
The businessmen jumped around in the crowd, constantly being looked down upon and flattered.
The same goes for Stan. What is a relaxing ball for the nobles is the last painful hurdle before making money for businessmen like them.
"I heard that the second young lady is going to get married soon." Stan finally squeezed in front of a marquis. He pushed the merchant next to him away, bent over and looked up at him and said, "I have a set of good things that I want to give to the second young lady."
The Marquis was a blond man. He looked at Stan and didn't want to have anything to do with him, but he wasn't a tough guy, so he just said, "Diamond jewelry? I already have it."
Diamond jewelry has become popular recently and the price is not low, but the Marquis's family is not short of money. He has already bought more than a dozen sets for his daughter, enough for her to wear in turns.
Stan immediately said, "No, no, no, although diamond jewelry is beautiful, it's not impossible for others to buy it. It's not worthy of the second lady's noble status."
The Marquis frowned.
He himself was wearing a diamond brooch, and all the buttons on his clothes were replaced with diamond buttons. The other party said this, simply saying that he had no taste, but before the Marquis could finish his scolding, he heard Stan say, "I want to give you a set of porcelain."
The Marquis shut up.
Porcelain is indeed more tasteful than diamonds.
After all, the former cannot be bought even if you have money, but the latter can be bought with money.
But the Marquis still had a bad face: "Could it be that I am short of porcelain?"
Stan quickly said, "No, no, of course not, but these china are different from what you can usually buy."
As he spoke, Stan took out a wooden box from his pocket. The Marquis showed a look of disgust on his face - no wonder he felt that there was something wrong with the businessman's clothes when he came over. How could a respectable man put such a big thing in his pocket?
"Look." Stan opened the box.
The Marquis's disgust instantly disappeared when he saw what was in the box.
In the box was a round brooch, a very common style, but its texture was extraordinary.
The Marquis stretched out his hand, but withdrew it when he was about to touch the brooch: "Is this, is this also porcelain?"
There is a wreath with intricate patterns around the brooch, but the most exquisite one is the pattern in the middle of the brooch. It is a girl wearing a wreath on her head. She has no expression and even looks a little sad, but this does not detract from her beauty. The slight sadness between her brows makes her look even more beautiful.
"You can touch it and see that her face is not painted, but like a real person, with highs and lows," Stan said.
The Marquis finally couldn't help himself and reached out to touch the tip of the girl's nose. He took a breath, shocked by the exquisiteness and beauty of the brooch.
"I bought this from a distinguished gentleman," Stan said calmly, "and now I am the only one who has it."
Beautiful and rare, the Marquis looked at Stan with a softer look: "How much?"
"How can I accept money for a wedding gift for the second young lady?" Stan winked at the Marquis. "I still want to do business here."
The Marquis understood. He coughed lightly, reached out to take the box when Stan handed it to him, and put on a stern face again.
After that, Stan naturally followed the Marquis.
In such an occasion, Stan, who always bowed and scraped and acted like a fool in front of the nobles, tasted the warm hospitality of the nobles for the first time. The smile on Stan's face did not disappear all night.
Even when he left the dance, Stan still had a smile on his face.
Clearly, they were here to sell goods just like before, but because the goods they were selling were different, the treatment and looks they received were completely different.
Compared with the nobles' implicit overtures, the merchants' overtures were even more crazy.
The big businessmen who once wouldn't even look at Stan have changed their faces.
Countless gold and silver poured into Stan's wallet, and the porcelain and tea he brought were sold out overnight. For the first time in his life, Stan enjoyed the feeling of being highly regarded and praised by the nobles.
The big merchants bought up all the remaining goods after Stan sold them to the nobles.
But Stan failed to set out to pick up the second batch of goods immediately after selling all the goods. He was blocked in the hotel by the merchants. Stan is not stupid. He does not have a strong background. Moreover, even if he did, it would be of no use now in someone else's territory.
So Stan chose the merchant who had the best relationship with the Marquis. After half a month of negotiation, Stan and the other party agreed to pick up the goods together, which was equivalent to sharing his own purchasing channels with the other party.
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The goblins settled down in the town. They bought a lot of seeds, pesticides and farm tools from Ye Zhou. Some of the goblins continued to go up the mountain to hunt, and they would be gone for more than ten days at a time. A small number of them stayed to reclaim wasteland and cultivate the land, and tried to socialize with the humans. They finally understood why the dwarves had tried to apply fertilizer like humans, but no seedlings even sprouted in the land.
"It needs to be diluted with water." The farmers sat on the edge of the field. After no longer having to remove insects every day, they developed a new interest - getting together to chat and laugh. In the evening, they might even hold a bonfire party, with young men and women singing and dancing, and middle-aged people drinking and chatting.
The goblin with a pimple on his forehead was mixed in with the humans. He was now wearing neat clothes. Apart from his face and figure, he looked no different from the humans. He asked curiously, "You can't grow anything without adding water?"
"That will burn the seeds to death!" the man laughed.
"Farming is really hard work." The goblin sighed.
"Isn't hunting hard?" someone asked. "I heard that people often die while hunting. A bite from a snake can kill you."
"It could be caused by a bug bite." Di Jingxi said with a lingering fear, "I've been bitten by a bug before, right here."
He pointed to his arm and thankfully said, "Luckily the chief found the herbs, otherwise I would have died."
Humans rarely come into contact with goblins, and even if they do, they are only the goblins that used to live in the town. Those goblins do not have their own tribe. They look like goblins, but in fact they are just "humans" with strange looks, which cannot satisfy people's curiosity about goblins.
"Why is an old woman ruling you?" someone asked. "Ruling a tribe is a man's job."
"Yes, aren't you dissatisfied?"
The goblin was confused: "Don't you need the elderly? She has more experience. She knows how to keep us alive, when the beasts will come, where we should move to, and she can also identify herbs. If we rely on the young, we would have died long ago."
The people were stunned, and the goblin continued, "There are many strong men. They will fight for status, beat and kill each other, and the tribe will not be better off. The leader does not need to be the most powerful person, as long as she can make us know what to do so that we can live together."
The farmer looked at the young goblin and said, "Don't you want to achieve great things?"
The goblin blinked and said sincerely, "But I am a goblin. If I leave my tribe, will the humans take me seriously? Goblins are weak. Only if we stick together can we avoid being bullied."
"It's like I'm sitting here chatting with you guys right now," the goblin said. "It's not because you agree with me or I'm so good, but because I have a lot of people from my tribe. You can't just tell me to get out, or my people will come after you."
The humans looked at each other. Originally the goblins said those words to get themselves beaten, but the other party's attitude was so nice that they couldn't get angry.
Then someone changed the subject and sighed, "My daughter is old enough to get married, but I really can't find a man who is suitable to be her husband."
"Yes, my daughter is the same. She is already fifteen years old, but if she stays at home, she can easily earn a lot of money. But if she gets married, she will definitely not have a good life in the future."
"I hope to find a husband for my daughter who lives nearby."
"I think so too. This way, even if her husband can't make money, he can still work on our land."
“It would be nice if they could work in supermarkets, too.”
Their son now has no trouble finding a wife, so they finally spared some energy and started caring for their daughter.
When they were poor, they had to marry off their daughters in exchange for a cow or some land so that they could find a wife for their sons.
Now that the family has money and they are all ordinary farmers with no intention of moving to a big city, their daughter seems to have some weight, after all, she can do a lot of work now.
"By the way, I know one thing, Cherry has moved out of her house!" someone said excitedly, "She wants to cut off ties with her parents!"
This news was like a huge rock hitting a pond, creating huge waves.
"How could she do this!" Someone shouted in disbelief, "How dare she do this to her own parents!"
"I heard that her parents took all her salary but were unwilling to give her even a bed. She couldn't even have a piece of bread to eat at home." Someone said, "Her parents are really a bit too much."
"A girl." Someone sneered, "No matter what, she shouldn't treat her parents like this. If it weren't for her parents, she wouldn't even have the chance to be born."
"Her life was given by her parents, how can you say her parents are excessive?"
"Girls shouldn't have jobs. Once they have jobs and earn money, they dare to do anything and abandon all the virtues that women should have." Someone gnashed his teeth, "Cherry will definitely regret it! God will punish her!"
The goblin was confused and could not get a word in. People were discussing more and more. Someone whispered, "We should go find the supermarket owner and tell him not to let girls work anymore. If he does that, the girls will become lawless and they will no longer be good daughters and wives."
But this proposal was not responded to.
"What do you mean?!" The bearded man, who had just followed the crowd in denouncing Cheli, stood up, grabbed the speaker by the collar, and shouted fiercely, "You mean, my daughter can't work in the supermarket anymore?!"
His daughter is the other girl who works in the supermarket besides Cherry.
This was certainly not because he valued his daughter so much, but because his son was an apprentice carpenter in the city, and he was reluctant to let his son give up the apprenticeship he had worked so hard to obtain and come back, so he could only let his daughter apply for the job.
It turned out to be true!
Since my daughter became a temporary worker in the supermarket, life at home has improved visibly. Although we still can't bear to eat meat every meal, my daughter often brings back fruits and bread, as well as jams of various flavors, and occasionally wine and dried meat.
The bearded man had tasted the benefits, so he was willing to join others in scolding Cherry - he wouldn't lose any money anyway.
But if his daughter can no longer go to the supermarket, that will really take a bite out of his cake.
"If you keep talking nonsense like that, I'll break your nose!" The bearded man threatened the other person viciously, then turned to the others and said, "Cherry's parents are not good people. Cherry earns so much money, so what's wrong with eating a piece of bread?"
The others, under pressure from his force, cautiously agreed, "Yes, you are right."
"Whose family doesn't have bread now?"
The bearded man was satisfied. He waved his fist and said, "If anyone says that girls can't go to work again, I will let him know how hard my fist is."
After saying that, the bearded man no longer wanted to continue chatting with them and left the field alone.
After he left, others began to murmur, "Isn't it because his daughter is also working as a temporary worker in the supermarket?"
"There are not many people going to that supermarket now. It may close down soon."
"It's closed down, and Cherie is going home..."
The goblin listened to their malicious discussion. He actually didn't quite understand why they were angry about it. It would be great if his people could go to work in the supermarket. At that time, the girls would be in the supermarket and the men would go to farm and hunt, and the tribe would be able to develop better.
This is just like in the past when women gathered and men hunted, all for the better continuation of the tribe.
When the goblin was young, he asked the chief why it was necessary for men to hunt. Hunting was a very dangerous thing, but such risks were borne by men, and women only needed to collect in safe places.
The clan leader did not ignore his question, and the adults standing beside him just looked at him with a smile.
The tribe leader told him that letting women do safer work was to prevent the tribe from being destroyed by a failed hunting trip. Even if most of the men were lost, as long as some were left, the tribe could still reproduce.
But if more than half of the women are lost, the ethnic group will suffer a devastating disaster.
A man can make multiple women pregnant, but a woman cannot get pregnant every year. It takes nine months for her to give birth. Even if she does give birth, there is no guarantee that the child will survive. Both mother and child may die due to dystocia.
As fewer and fewer women appear, there will be fewer and fewer newborns in the group, and eventually the group will simply disappear without a trace.
So men can be sacrificed, but women cannot.
The first thing they have to ensure is that the ethnic group can continue.
This is the wisdom passed down by the goblins from generation to generation, so their tribe still exists today, while those tribes that were almost entirely composed of men have now disappeared.
The goblins felt that these humans were not as smart as the old patriarch, but what was strange was that such stupid humans actually ruled most of the towns on this continent. The goblins couldn't understand it and felt that they still had a lot to learn.
The goblin did not continue talking to the farmers - he knew that these humans looked down on him and they could not be friends, so the goblin stood up, brushed the dust off his butt, and said goodbye to the farmers.
The farmers looked at the goblins' backs and finally couldn't help but spit on them: "How could these green dwarfs live in such a nice house?"
“And there’s still money to buy so many things.”
"The goblins don't deserve it at all, and that supermarket owner is practically blind. Aren't we more worthy than these dwarves?"
The goblin couldn't hear what they were talking about behind him, and he was thinking about why the human race could be so stupid?
Is it because the human race has obtained most of the resources that they no longer have a sense of crisis? Or are these farmers the only ones who are stupid?
Just as he walked to the city gate, he suddenly heard a familiar voice and his own name.
"Rich!"
Richie looked in the direction where the sound came from, and his eyes lit up instantly.
He saw a group of dwarves coming towards him with luggage on their backs. The dwarves brought their families with them and even brought rough tables and chairs with them.
Richie ran towards the dwarves and hugged his friend.
"Why did you decide to come here?" Richie asked his dwarf friend curiously after the excitement.
They knew there was a supermarket here because of these dwarves.
The dwarf patted Richie on the back and said with a smile, "We have actually been watching you."
The corners of Richie's mouth twitched. These dwarves were still so timid, but he was still happy: "We are learning to farm now. What about you? Are you going to farm too?"
The dwarf shook his head mysteriously, and Richie pushed him: "Do you consider me a friend?"
The dwarf laughed. "We plan to farm first, but we won't make a living from farming. The last time we came here, the boss said that as long as we can pay, he will teach us how to squeeze more oil."
The current oil extraction method is very primitive and the oil yield is low. If they can extract more oil from the same amount of beans or sesame seeds, they will be able to survive on the income even if the supermarket closes in the future.
The goblin said happily, "This is good news! We may need to buy oil from you in the future."
Dwarf: "We also need to learn how to make bread! And cakes. When the time comes, you can farm and we will buy flour from you!"
"By the way, when we came here, we saw the elves were also packing up their things." The dwarves and the elves lived very close to each other and had lived in harmony for many years. They knew each other's movements. The dwarf said, "It seems that they are also coming down, but it may take a while."
The goblin didn’t know the elves and had no feelings, so he quickly said, “Then go and look at the house!”
"I'll take you to see it!"
"There are so many dwarves." Sarah, who was sitting at the entrance of the supermarket, looked at the dwarves entering the city gate, turned her head and said to Cao'er standing next to her, "Dwarf blood doesn't taste good."
Cao'er was surprised: "Have you drunk it?"
Sarah shook her head: "I heard them say that."
In Sarah’s previous position, she could not drink “human blood” at all, but only the blood of livestock.
Cao'er was a little worried: "More and more people are coming. What if they cause trouble? What if they start fighting?"
Sarah didn't care much: "Then kick them all out."
Cao'er wanted to ruffle Sarah's hair, but she didn't dare. After all, Sarah was her elder sister. She sighed, "If only it were that simple."
"By the way." Cao'er suddenly squatted down and whispered in Sarah's ear, "Have you noticed that Brother Zou seems to have been getting closer to the immortal recently?"
Sarah curled her lips: "Isn't he always like this?"
Cao'er sighed again: "You don't understand."
Brother Zou’s behavior when he was with the immortal was completely different from now.
But Cao'er could only say these words to Sarah, otherwise she would definitely be scolded for having wild thoughts all day long. What could happen between two men?
Just when Cao'er was worried and thought she had discovered some secret, footsteps suddenly came from behind her.
Cao'er immediately shut up, turned around and looked behind him, and sure enough - the immortal came out.
Ye Zhou also came out to see the dwarves. He quite liked dwarves because most of them had fine woolly curly hair. When a group of dwarves appeared together, their fluffy curly hair looked so cute no matter how you looked at them.
"Take them to a temporary place to stay first." Ye Zhou said to Zou Ming who was standing beside him, "Take them to see a house tomorrow."
Zou Ming nodded slightly without saying a word. Cao'er glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and felt that Zou Ming actually looked a little aggrieved.
She was frightened by the word "wronged". Only after Zou Ming walked down the stairs did Cao'er look at Ye Zhou.
Ye Zhou noticed Cao'er's gaze and smiled at her.
Cao'er withdrew her gaze and felt that it would be better for her not to say anything.
But she miscalculated. Sarah had already walked to Ye Zhou's side and reached out to grab the hem of Ye Zhou's clothes. She looked up and asked curiously, "Does Zou Ming want to marry you?"
Ye Zhou almost choked to death on his own saliva. He covered his mouth and coughed a few times, looking at Sarah in disbelief.
Then Ye Zhou pretended to be calm and tried to make his tone sound natural: "Why do you think so?"
Sarah quickly sold Cao'er out: "Cao'er said that Zou Ming is like her father."
Cao'er's eyes widened. What the hell was going on? She quickly explained, "Immortal, no, I didn't say that!"
Sarah: "You said that when your mother is angry, your father is the same as Zou Ming. Isn't it that Zou Ming is like your father?"
Cao'er: "..."
She was stunned for a moment and couldn't think of any rebuttal.
Ye Zhou was also confused. Ever since the last time he had a showdown with Zou Ming in the lounge, Zou Ming had indeed not said anything strange, but he always appeared beside him. Ye Zhou could see Zou Ming almost every day when he opened his eyes.
And every time Zou Ming appeared beside him, there was a legitimate reason.
Sarah looked at Ye Zhou and said very seriously: "I don't like him, but if you like him, I can't help it. Can you not have boys in the future?"
Ye Zhou: “…”
His mind was in a mess, and after thinking for a long time, he could only utter one sentence: "Two men cannot have children."
Sarah looked relieved and became happy again: "That's good!"
Ye Zhou and Cao Er looked at Sarah who was smiling: "..."
Sarah's focus seemed to be off.
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