The next morning, Mann woke up in the carriage, and he had a dream the night before, so much so that he woke up early this morning.

He turned his head to look at his side, where he was sitting with his eyes closed.

He looked at Chu's side face and remembered the thunder last night, and the boy was a little distracted. He slowly lifted a hand and reached for Hatsu's cheek.

The young merchant tried to touch the sin on the messenger, but his hand stopped in mid-air.

For the messenger opened his eyes.

Hatsu's eyes were always uninspired, pitch black, and sometimes Mann even wondered if Hatsu couldn't see.

But those eyes looked exactly in his direction, and then a hoarse voice sounded in his ears.

"What's the matter?"

The boy retracted his palm like an electric shock, looked out of the carriage with a red face, and pouted.

"It's nothing, I just want to wake you up, it's time for us to go. ”

"Yes. Hatsuya looked outside, the sunlight shining in her black pupils.

It was indeed already very bright, and there was no evil perception, and she didn't even notice.

"Then let's go. ”

Last night's rain made the soil on the ground squirmish, and it was not so easy to walk.

But with the pull of the reins, the horse's hooves kicked away the stones in the dirt, and the wheels rolled over, dragging two deep marks.

At the beginning of the horse, she looked up at the sky, although her eyes could not see, but she could feel that the sun was very good today, and when it shone on her face, there was some warmth.

"Mann, is it okay to play a tune like yesterday?" Hatsu made a rare request to Mann.

She wanted to hear something, because hearing was her last sense, and she liked to enjoy the feeling of being able to hear.

Mann was shoving dry food into his mouth, calming down.

Hearing Chu's words, he swallowed the dry food in three or two bites, clapped his hands, took out his harmonica, and said with a somewhat proud smile.

"You're quite discerning, and my harmonica is the best in Lancer. ”

With that, he put the harmonica to his mouth and blew it, and it was a cheerful song, like the wind was cheering, and the pace of the horses pulling the cart was much lighter.

It wasn't until Mann finished playing the harmonica that Chu sat aside and said with a light smile.

"Blowing well, who taught you this?"

Mann smiled, then raised his brow, put the harmonica back in his pocket, and looked to the side of the road.

"My father, he was a very good businessman. ”

The boy tried to be more natural, but his tone was a little low.

Is it because of this that you want to become a businessman?

Glancing at Mann on the side of the road, she could already guess something from his expression.

The boy was a little different from what she had imagined, and she thought that greed would be a little more sinful.

"Maybe one day, you'll make him proud of you. Chu said.

"Hmm. ”

The wildflowers swayed on the side of the road, and Mann looked at the wildflowers, a smile on his face, and nodded.

"I will. ”

He will become the greatest businessman in the world.

Chu flicked the reins in his hand and sped up the speed of the carriage a little.

You know, she suddenly felt that maybe it would be good, to experience one world after another, to experience every person she met. She may or may not be able to help them, but she will do her best.

There's really nothing wrong with that, isn't it, at least for a sinner like her, it's the best outcome.

The carriage drifted away, and the sound of the organ echoed along the road.

To the west of Lancer is the village of Makarov, which produces sweet potatoes, a highly storable and perishable food that, although ordinary in taste, is great for filling your stomach when you are hungry.

And just like the abundance here, the villagers of Makarov are rustic and practical. They leave early and return late, cultivate the world, take life seriously, and treat their crops seriously. The village is not pretty, but it is always well organized.

In the morning, the rooster in the village crows for the first time, a high-pitched and loud sound that wakes everyone and the livestock in the village.

The hens would take the chicks to catch insects on the side of the road, while the pigs would lazily lie in the pigsty and wag their tails.

Children get up early to play in front of their homes, women go to the river with their clothes to wash, and men laugh with hoes on their backs and get ready to work in the fields.

Life in this village has always been peaceful, but today it is a little different, there is a merchant in the village, I heard that it is a merchant from the city, but he is very young and looks like a child.

The children looked curiously around the merchant's carriage, and there was a man in the carriage, they had never seen such a beautiful woman, but there was a scar on her face, which made them a little frightened.

The air smells of earth.

Sitting leisurely in the carriage, she felt a group of children watching her from a short distance, but she didn't care.

She sensed her surroundings, the curious gazes in the children's eyes, a man discussing business with Mann in front of the door, and a woman standing with her hands rubbed and looking like she had just finished her work.

The village fence encloses a large area of land, which is full of green vegetables, and it is autumn and the crops are ready to be harvested.

The small village looks very livable, the stone roads on the ground are paved and clean, the houses are well built, and the people are a little busy with a strong sense of life.

To be honest, Chu didn't hate such a small village, nor did he hate such a world, because no matter what, it was much better than the Apostolic Wasteland.

Moreover, she quite likes such a dull life.

"Chu. Mann smiled and turned to Hatsu waving his hand, and the man next to him also had a satisfied smile on his face, it seemed that he had negotiated a business and was ready to call her to collect the goods.

"It's coming. Chu answered lightly and jumped out of the carriage, of course, no one else could hear her voice.

On an autumn afternoon with some summer heat, Hatsu and Mann took a cartload of sweet potatoes from the fields of Makarov Village, which, in Mann's words, cost him a whole large silver coin.

By the time they left, they were covered in dirt and full of goods.

They would continue west, and Mann promised the village children that he would return with the goods from the west.

He lived up to his father's words that merchants are the ones who connect the world, because they are always on the road.