The morning light was dim, and the first ray of light had just shone on the earth when the sound of bustling people could be heard outside the window.
Then a rooster crowed, and the loud cry made Ham turn over in bed twice. In the end, he could only get up from the bed in anger.
Ham walked barefoot on the smooth wooden floor, reached out to open the curtains, and looked down through the glass window. The residents of the town were already preparing to leave.
They carried baskets on their backs and held bows and arrows or axes in their hands, standing on the street to bid farewell to their loved ones.
Some people were also walking towards the oil press and bakery in the distance, getting ready to start their day's work.
Ham opened the window. He had not seen such a scene for a long time. When he was in the city, he lived in the rich area. The houses were far apart and only the servants would go out to buy fresh vegetables. They were so quiet that he would not hear them at all, let alone be woken up.
But looking at the scene on the street, Hamm's anger gradually dissipated.
He saw the goblins leaving in groups, and the elves asking loudly like headless flies which direction the city gate was.
It turns out that elves have such a poor sense of direction. Ham couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.
He had traded elves, but had never understood them. He had never felt that elves or even other races were the same people as him.
He also saw the dwarves chatting with the orcs, and it seemed that the orcs wanted to buy some small things from the dwarves.
Ham just watched it, as if he was watching a play. Everything here was extremely new to him.
It was not until the servant knocked on his door that he realized he had been looking for so long.
"The supermarket sent someone to bring breakfast." Ham's butler entered the room with a tray of food in high spirits. There were tables and chairs on the indoor balcony of the room, and a ceramic vase full of flowers on the table. Before going to bed last night, Ham had instructed that they should eat in the room this morning.
The butler stood by the table, bending over to put the dishes on the tray.
Ham also looked down. The breakfast was very rich, although it was something he had never seen before.
There is a sandwich with a layer of maple syrup on the muffin, cut in half, and filled with eggs, ham, tomatoes and lettuce.
There is also a cup of brewed scented tea and a light yellow pudding.
Although he didn't know what it tasted like, Ham was already salivating at the sight of it.
When he was at home, he usually had meat for breakfast, all kinds of meat.
The manservant said excitedly, "Everyone here eats three meals a day!"
They have never seen anyone eat three meals a day. They usually eat two meals a day, one in the morning and one in the afternoon.
"It's so luxurious." The butler shook his head and sighed, but still couldn't hide his excitement.
Ham sat on the chair: "Then let's give it a try. It's not like I can't afford it."
"What are you having for breakfast?" Ham asked the butler before picking up his knife and fork.
After all, the two servants also lived here and paid the same amount for their food.
But Ham was unwilling to be identified with the servant, and the servant knew this, so he said seriously, "We eat meat pie."
Ham: “Any tea?”
The male servant quickly shook his head: "We drink soy milk, which is made from soybeans."
Beans are a "lowly" food that only common people use as their staple food.
Ham was satisfied now and praised: "This place is not bad."
If he was the same as the butler, then what was the point of all the hard work he put into making money over the years?
Before, he only cared about money, but now he cares more about his status.
Downstairs, the elves asked for directions to leave the town. They had just arrived and were wary and fearful of everything here.
However, this fear was not deep, because now the only people living in the town besides them were dwarves and goblins, and there were only a few orcs, so the elves still dared to ask for directions.
"Are you going up the mountain to hunt too?" a dwarf asked when they asked for directions.
The blond elf nodded, frowning with some worry: "There are too many people here. We may not be able to hunt prey if we go up the mountain."
The dwarf comforted him: "Then you don't have to go to the crowded mountain. You can go to the other side."
"But there are more wild animals there, so you have to be careful."
The elf nodded. The dwarf rarely interacted with elves, so he asked for conversation: "What did you eat in the morning?"
The elf's expression relaxed a lot: "Bread!"
In the past, we could only eat meat in the mountains.
Elves are good at hunting. They are slender and light, can run and jump freely in the mountains and forests, and are good at hiding.
Dwarf: "I'll take you up the mountain."
The elf was a little surprised, but still asked cautiously: "What do you need?"
The dwarf quickly "advertised" his products. He took out a small wooden table from his backpack, like a toy: "We can make tables and chairs, and beds too. Look, it's like this, but it's definitely bigger than this. It's the size you can use."
He stood on tiptoe and handed the "wooden table" to the elf: "You can exchange it with us for fur or meat, or you can just give us money. These are different from the ones in the supermarket. They are all tailor-made! Custom-made!"
“Cheaper than in the supermarket.”
"Then...won't the supermarket be angry?" The elf felt that the dwarves were trying to steal the supermarket's business. If they were discovered, it would be the dwarves who would be in trouble, but they might also be implicated.
Dwarf: "Supermarkets won't care. How much money do you think we can make for supermarkets? We still have to rely on those big businessmen."
The dwarf said proudly: "I have a good relationship with the girl named Kelly in the supermarket. She told me that we should not rely solely on hunting and farming. We should learn some technology so that we can build better things even if we return to the mountains in the future."
The dwarf was very proud of being associated with the employees in the supermarket and he thought he and Kelly were already friends.
Still very good friends.
Sure enough, the elf said enviously: "This is really great."
The dwarf continued to boast: "She also gave me a gift!"
He took out a small cloth bag from his trouser pocket, opened the bag and carefully took out a small object from it. It was a ceramic dwarf wearing a red pointed hat and holding a small mushroom in his hand.
"Isn't it beautiful!" The dwarf boasted happily, "She said this is the dwarf in the story, and this dwarf has a princess friend named Snow White!"
The dwarf jumped up and down: "Be friends with the princess!"
The elf was really envious and stared at the "dwarf" with envy: "You are such a lucky dwarf."
The dwarf responded cheerfully: "I am a lucky dwarf!"
"Let's go. I'll take you up the mountain." After saying this, the dwarf went to greet his people. After explaining where he was going, he also took his own rations.
Compared to the elves, the dwarves were the first to arrive in the town, and they were now accustomed to three meals a day.
Of course it would be nice not to go hungry.
The elves were waiting there for the dwarves to come over. They really didn't know the way. When they were in the mountains before, their ancestors had lived in the same place for generations. This time they were able to get out purely by luck. Several times when they came to forks in the road, they relied on throwing stones to decide which direction to go.
They were even prepared to resettle somewhere else if they failed to find the right path.
The dwarf came back soon. He walked in front. He was very small and would jump up and down occasionally.
Behind him followed a group of handsome and beautiful elves.
This scene shocked Ham, who was leaving the house and preparing to find the supermarket owner - he didn't know that the relationship between elves and dwarves was so good before. He thought that the tall elves looked down on the short dwarves and green-skinned goblins.
"Nothing is surprising here." Ham whispered to himself.
Ham walked onto the cobblestone road. This time, a waiter was waiting at the supermarket entrance and led Ham in with a smile on his face.
Ham was led into the lounge. He didn't take much notice of the interior decoration of the room - it was too simple, with snow-white walls and not even a single painting. Compared to the room he lived in, the lounge was so simple that it couldn't even be called a room.
Only the glass coffee table caught Ham's attention.
"Mr. Ham." The young man stood up from the sofa. Ham could tell at a glance that the young man was the owner of the supermarket.
He couldn't help but be a little contemptuous. Being young meant being inexperienced and easily deceived.
But Ham didn't show it. He looked at the young man's hand reaching out to him, hesitated for two seconds, and then shook it.
I don’t even know where the etiquette of “handshake” comes from?
Were his hands not sweaty just now?
He is a man who pays attention to his image.
"Please sit down. You're welcome." Ye Zhou guided Ham to sit down.
Ham sat down and looked at Ye Zhou: "You deceived Stan. You are not the third prince, and you are not even a member of the royal family."
He observed the other person, trying to see the embarrassment on his face when his lie was exposed.
But he was disappointed. The other party just smiled at him, but the smile was not flattering at all, and even made Ham feel a little cold.
Just when he was getting a little angry, he heard the other party say: "But you didn't expose me, did you?"
"Besides, this is just Stan's idea. He thinks that the person who can come up with so many tea and porcelain must be the richest person in the royal family."
Ye Zhou: "Okay, Mr. Ham, don't test me. You have no other choice."
Ham frowned. "As long as I have money, I can buy anything. There is not even a soldier in this town, and there is no lord. If I tell the church or the royal family..."
"You won't." Ye Zhou, "You are a businessman, and so am I. We both know that we want to make more money than to see others suffer. We won't focus our energy on things that are not good for us."
"And there is one thing that only I have." Ye Zhou looked into Ham's eyes, and their eyes met. In the brief ten seconds or so, neither of them spoke.
Ye Zhou retracted his gaze: "If you want, I can also just sell it to you. No matter how much you charge outside, the price I give you is the same."
Hamm immediately asked, "What is it? I'll only consider it if it's good enough."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door of the lounge.
After the young boss let someone in, Ham saw at a glance what the waiter was holding.
A strange thing, but a beautiful thing.
Ye Zhou stood up, turned around and closed the curtains of the lounge.
The room was pitch black with no light coming in. Once the door was closed, it was pitch dark.
Ham panicked immediately. He waved his hands in the air and shouted in a sharp and piercing voice: "What are you doing!"
"Even the royal family looks up to me!" Ham was like a duck with its neck strangled.
Just when Ham was about to rush forward madly, a not-so-loud "click" sound was heard.
moment--
It was as bright as day before my eyes.
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