However, since this place can be called a "town", there is naturally something that the village does not have, that is, there are a few more brick houses. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info these houses don't know how many years they are, entrenched there like little monsters, still dark and without any luster in the nearly noon sun.

At this time, Chen Feng had nothing else on his body except a small amount of copper coins, and his clothes were ragged, his face was haggard, and he was covered in dirt, but he was afraid that he was face to face with Kuroshio, and if the other party didn't observe carefully, he wouldn't be able to identify it. In the previous fifteen years, Chen Feng had never left the area near the fishing village. Now in just a few days, Chen Feng has died in the mountains, and the circumstances before and after are completely different, which makes Chen Feng feel melancholy.

As an inconspicuous town, Shooting Deer Town has survived only because of its location. It was a gathering place for hunters and fishermen to exchange their products, and it was also an important supply point for people entering the forest desert mountains.

For Chen Feng, this is undoubtedly the starting point for him to stay away from the world and enter the Lin Mo Mountain Range to seek immortals, and it may also mean the end of Chen Feng's entire life. After all, entering the dangerous Lin Mo Mountain Range, I really don't know if I can survive.

However, after Chen Feng inquired in the town, he realized that it was not easy to enter the Lin Mo Mountains alone: the climate in the Lin Mo Mountains was changeable, sometimes cold and sometimes hot, and his single clothes could not keep out the cold at all; There are many poisonous snakes, beasts and poisonous miasma in the mountains, and items for self-defense and medicines to clear away heat and detoxify; There are also many thieves in the jungle who cut the path, specializing in robbing passing travelers in the mountains, and if they are not careful, they may be wiped out.

After thinking about it for a long time, Chen Feng finally decided to change his plan to go into the mountain alone, planning to find a job in Shelu Town first, save some money, buy some necessary things, and then see if he could follow others into the mountain. At this time, Chen Feng only had more than ten copper coins on him, which was not enough for his own use. Moreover, Chen Feng heard that following some teams into the mountains, sometimes he also needs to pay some money similar to protection money, which Chen Feng can't come up with.

After going around the town of Shooting Deer for a long time, I also asked a lot of places, and those who were asked shook their heads and said that they didn't need manpower. There's not even a place to work, let alone find a lucrative job.

Finally, seeing Chen Feng squatting on the side of the road tiredly, a kind old man said, "It's useless for you to look for it yourself." Even if you lack people, others won't use you.

"Why, old man? I don't get much salary, huh? Chen Feng was puzzled.

"The employment of the entire town needs the approval of Lao Yangtou. His son is a county official, and he counts in this town. If you want to find a job, you need to honor him some copper coins and wait for news from him. I can't find it, the money is his. It can only depend on your luck. Without Lao Yangtou's consent, the shops in the town would not and would not dare to hire new people easily. ”

"Then where can I find that old Yang?" Chen Feng asked.

"Lao Yangtou is on the east side of the market, and there are often a few helpers around him, you will know as soon as you go." After the man pointed out Chen Feng, he didn't wait for Chen Feng to thank him, and left.

Because there is a market today, people from nearby villages have poured into Shelu Town, so there are more people in the market. After Chen Feng entered the market, he fell into this hot and noisy world from a deserted wilderness, his ears were still quiet just now, and all of a sudden, all kinds of voices rushed in, and you pushed me to fight for it, but they invariably drilled into their ears, which was extremely abrupt. Walking to the east of the market, Chen Feng found that there were many vendors here, most of them were nearby villagers, but the goods in front of them were pitiful, basically some mountain goods and river products. In contrast, people who buy things are not very good. Although there are very few transactions, the shouts of the vendors are still loud. For them, being able to close one deal a day is also a reward.

Chen Feng couldn't help but sigh, it is difficult to survive as a flat-headed ordinary person, and once he encounters an unwarranted disaster, he often has no room for struggle. Just like those residents of Red Maple Island, they are so powerless under the hands of Kuroshio and Kiyoba.

After asking many people, Chen Feng finally met Lao Yang Tou on the east side of the market.

Looking at his appearance, Lao Yang Tou is only over half a hundred years old, but his beard is already half-white, wearing a half-old kudzu cloth short robe, and a felt hat covered with oil stains. Looking up at people, Lao Yang's eyes were shining, and his face was full of wrinkles as if he was also full of cunning taste, and he knew at a glance that he was an extremely shrewd person.

Old Yang Tou sat at an old table, and beside him, there were two helpers. Occasionally, one or two poorly dressed people would come up and hand over a few copper coins to find a job.

Lao Yangtou's attitude was not arrogant, but he was not polite at all, often more perfunctory to draw a few strokes on the paper, and the people who sought work left helplessly or happily. Most of the time, Lao Yang Tou and the two helpers whispered about the crowd in the market, pointing with their fingers, and occasionally laughing unbridledly. The two helpers bowed their waists and smiled desperately, looking extremely harmonious between the master and the servant.

Chen Feng stepped forward and respectfully handed over five copper coins, saying that he wanted to find a job with a salary, and as for food and accommodation, he didn't have much to ask.

Lao Yang flicked the copper coins on the table twice with his fingers, and he didn't put them away, obviously because he didn't think the money was too much. But maybe he saw Chen Feng's embarrassed appearance, not like he could take out a copper coin anymore, and he muttered for a long time before saying, "Then, you go to the morgue." ”

"Morgue?" Chen Feng was taken aback, he really couldn't imagine that his future shelter would be such a place.

The so-called morgue is a unique name for Red Maple Island, and it is a special place to park coffins. There are some corpses that have not yet found a good place to be buried, or have died in a foreign country, and their families are ready to be transported back to their homeland for burial, or they are too poor to bury them, so they have to be temporarily stored in the morgue.

"yes, it's the morgue. Not long ago, the old man who guarded the morgue fell ill and died, and it has been deserted for a long time, lacking a guard. If you go, you will get some copper coins every month to barely make ends meet. Of course, it's not a good place, and most people won't go there unless they have to. I won't force you, if you don't want to, you can take these five copper coins. Lao Yang Tou said, and spread out the five copper coins he was weighing in his hand again.

Chen Feng hurriedly waved his hand, gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle Yang, then I'll trouble you, I'll ...... Let's go to the morgue......"

Seeing Lao Yang Tou write his name, morgue and meager treatment every month in the book, Chen Feng was sure that he had received this job, and after thanking Lao Yang Tou again, he asked for the direction and went towards the morgue.