Even though I've adapted to the messy environment over the long haul, I still have something to complain about. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

There is no clear understanding of the importance of hygiene, there is a lack of cleaning managers, there are no sewer pipes, everything is so bad.

The excrement was not even cleaned up on the street, which seemed unacceptable to me at first, but I got used to it. The only thing I can do is take care of my own little piece of land. It made me feel a little out of place, and the peasants, who had never been here for more than 20 miles, couldn't understand why.

Despite the extreme seclusion of information, there is still a slight connection between the place and the outside world: the Foot Caravan.

A few times a year, there will be caravans passing by here to exchange some supplies with this place, at that time, it was like a festival, most people came to get a fresh picture, in fact, it was some small gadgets, and the people here could not afford to exchange for large items. I wasn't interested in those things, what really interested me was the outside world information that the villagers didn't want to know at all, at least because of them, I knew that this was and there, and there was more interesting information.

But what's the use of knowing more? For people in this world, I'm illiterate.

The script used here is also a kind of hieroglyphic simplified from the continuous inheritance, and out of this large pile of characters, I know only one thousand and twenty-four characters. The writing system is similar, but the simplification process is different, and a script is completely different.

It's completely different from the main character in the storybook, first of all: I'm going to eat. Secondly: I am always short of money, and I have never been rich. Finally: I don't have a golden finger at all, and I have almost forgotten what I learned a long time ago.

It's a sad story.

But this is the most realistic thing, have you ever seen that person go to the textbook to torture himself after finishing school and getting his diploma?

Believe me, it's not like I haven't tried, I still remember 1 nitrate, 2 sulfur 3 charcoal, and trying to make a simple firework, trying to make enough money to go out and see the world by monopolizing this, until a kid brought firecrackers, I still remember that the sand would melt into glass in the heat, and tried to make a glass to make a high price, until the neighbor gave me a handful of glass beads, I still remember the practice of some delicious home cooking, and tried to lower the specifications to be a cook, until the 80th birthday of the commoner-born lord of this land chose some good-looking children to support the scene。

I felt like I was being tricked by God.

So the only thing I can do is try to survive, train myself, and see if I can join the caravan when I grow up. After all, I come from a 21st century tech world, and it's hard to be reconciled to staying here.

Life is always like this, isn't it, nine times out of ten those who are unsatisfactory in life, and the remaining one or two are even more unsatisfactory.

I kept saying to myself: this is what must be done, this is to survive, you can't live if you don't finish it, and that's exactly what happened.

That's probably it, after a series of failed attempts, I finally resigned myself to my fate.

But I soon found out that there was something even worse.

"Ah~er~bo~ter~----!I'm looking for you again!Come out soon~, Selena is here!People are looking for you!Open the door!"Oh my God, this is a nightmare! Is there anything more terrible?!

It was my neighbor's daughter, 9 years old, I helped her chase away a pack of wild dogs when she was 6 years old, and then she was worried about her, under normal circumstances, I would have married her at the age of 16, got married and had children, in the chivalric novels of this world, I would have exploded the small universe to protect her, and then embarked on a journey to save all beings, and in the plot of the novel of the modern world before I crossed over, I would gladly take her.

But: I am facing a huge psychological challenge, although my body age is 11 years old, my soul age is 92 years old, okay! Watching a grandchild girl follow her ass all day long, hugging and shouting that she will grow up and marry me is a nightmare!

How could I have done anything to her!

To be honest, at my age, there really aren't many things that can scare me, and she's one.

"Come in, the door isn't closed. "Squeak--- "I'm looking for you~!" I calmed down my frightened mood, and after staring at her in the courtyard for a second, I silently took a step back, "What's the matter?" "Oh, my dad, I'm going to the market tomorrow, you can drop by and go along." "I see. "She walked pretty well.

Five miles from here, there is a bazaar, where a total of three nearby villages exchange ideas, once a month.

Selena's father seemed to think I was a good son-in-law and had been trying to get closer, and in such a closed village, the only thing people cared about was whether there was anything they needed in the bazaar, and they were born, raised, and died. According to the normal process, I will stay here for the rest of my life, get married and have children, it is essential, but as I said earlier, I don't plan to stay here for the rest of my life. And besides me, her father seems to have three other candidates in mind: I can't blame him for being bored, for these villagers, there is nothing more important than inheritance, and he takes care of the three people except me.

One is the son of a farmer, the son of a militia captain, and the other is the son of a postman.

Of course, I don't have a low-level interest enough to only care about these things, there are three currencies in this world, gold, silver and copper, their exchange rate is 1260:30:1, about 42 copper coins are equivalent to one silver coin, 30 silver coins are equal to one gold coin, one copper coin is equal to two yuan, and so on, one silver coin is equal to 2,520 yuan, one gold coin is equal to 75,600 yuan, in this poor country, people do not have much savings, and the real wealth is in the hands of the lord.

Sometimes, the exchange rate fluctuates, for example, the previous exchange rate was 960:18:1, I think it must be a new vein found somewhere not far from here, and then the merchants take the opportunity to lower the exchange rate, so that the coins temporarily depreciate, and the merchants exchange a large number of silver and copper coins when the exchange rate reaches its lowest point, and then reverse it again, and make a lot of money by doing almost nothing.

But I didn't really care, I didn't have any money anyway, so it was useless to care about that.

Everywhere you go, there will be people who use the exchange rate to copy money, and smart people can do it everywhere, even in modern times, there are a large number of people who do this.

This is my otherworldly rural life, and on the surface everything is normal, except that I intend to do something that no one has ever done before: leave the village.

I am not willing to be a farmer for the rest of my life.