John was in a happy mood, and put Golia, who was still a little dizzy, on top of his head, and watched Selena eat the squirrel fish on the plate little by little. Selena had been eating the fish intently before, not paying attention to this side, and when she looked up, she looked at John staring at herself with a smile, inexplicably. Today, for the sake of this fish's face, I won't get you, Selena thought in her heart, although usually, Selena is also quite well-behaved.

"Selena, are you done eating?" John asked, "I'm going to empty all the goods I've bought in the next few days, and then when the fishing ban here is over, buy some catches, and if you want to go anywhere, go and play by yourself." Selena licked the corners of her mouth and licked off the spice that had been left there, "Will you be here these days? John nodded, and was about to speak, when suddenly he closed his mouth with a heavy feeling in his heart. Selena looked at John strangely. John closed his eyes, and after opening them for a while, he shook his head slightly, and said to Selena, "The prayer I absorbed before was broken. ”

Selena didn't care: "Is that so? It means that one of the parties who made the prayer and the one who received the prayer had died." If I remember correctly, that prayer was for a safe return, right? Most likely, the son of that family will not be able to return. "Yes, John sighed. From that oil lamp, John truly felt the expectations and blessings of his family. Now that the man is dead, I wonder what will happen to Vic and Susan when they find out. However, as a militia, it is cannon fodder in itself, and it is normal to die on the battlefield, and it is not worth making a fuss. Maybe in the end, their children won't even know their names. John shook his head, not ready to meddle in the matter. Each man has his own life, and he can't control much of it.

Shaking his head and shaking his head out of the previous anomaly, John said to Selena: "I'm going to stay here these days, the things I buy are more messy, and if I sell them to the trading house, others may not accept them, and if I sell them at retail, I will sell them more slowly." In a few days, after the fishing ban period passes, there will be a fishing festival here, and I heard that it is quite lively. I'm going to take a look here, buy some more catch, and sell it in the next city. "That's good, I'll go play by myself~" Selena jumped on the table at once, and spun around on tiptoe: "I'm going to ask Master Tel, if I have another brother and sister~" Selena's tone of voice was rising happily, not counting bouncing on the table, and floating in the air and flying everywhere.

After saying goodbye to John, Selena called Marcima and Cook back. John looked at the two gods who had changed back to their original forms and patted them gently, "I'm going to trouble you again." The two gods expressed themselves in their own way. John got into the carriage, raised the reins gently, and the carriage staggered out of the inn.

Watching John leave in the carriage, the innkeeper looked at the plate that John had placed on the table with some confusion. John didn't want to wash the dishes, so he gave the fish plate to the innkeeper and asked him to help wash it, and he would pay for it. Of course, the boss refused John's request to pay, and only hoped that his chef would be able to use the skills he had used in the kitchen. What is this? John agreed without thinking.

The boss also knows that the previous skills can not be used to make common dishes, whether it is such high-quality oil or flour is not a bargain, of course, if you are willing to spend a lot of money, but sugar is a rare commodity. The boss thought that if he could use this dish to make the name of the inn known, it would be profitable.

John walked down the street in a horse-drawn carriage. Because of the large amount of supplies that need to be transported, the streets here are also paved with stone roads instead of ordinary dirt roads. It's not as wide as the streets of Nimitz, but it's a rare good street. If it weren't for the territory of the big family, and there were no specialties in the territory, many lords, the city where their lord's mansion was located was just a compacted dirt road, and it would be muddy when it rained, so it was not as good as this town. It seems that the lord of this territory attaches great importance to this place, and it is no wonder that as a commercial town, this town also has this value. Because John is ready to retail, naturally he won't be walking on the street all the time, and he still needs to walk the streets in the end. There are some alleys, because he can't be sure if it's a dead end, John won't go there, and the other alleys that John can know can go through will drive through the carriage. Because no one else knew what John did if he didn't say it, John also found a white flag and wrote on it the words "Passing by the merchants, selling goods cheaply". However, because there are not many literate people, there are not many people who come to buy things.

John sat in the carriage and saw a man who was about to go out, but when he saw him, he went back to his house and closed the door.

Of course, it's not that no one comes to buy things, but the purchasing power is limited, and even if John's things are so cheap and he wants to buy more, he doesn't have the money. As a result, John spent an afternoon in the alley, and sold a roll of cloth and a hang of bacon. If a real merchant sells such a small amount of something in a small town in one afternoon, it can be said that it is basically a waste of effort.

John drove out in the wagon, looking at his pile of goods and wondering how he was going to sell them. Forget it, that's it for today, I don't think I can sell anything. John gestured lightly to the inn, and Marcima slowly dragged Cook toward it.

In the evening, there were more people outside than in the afternoon, but they were all in a hurry, and they were in a hurry to get home. Now there is no fish, and many workers who kill fish and pickle fish have no jobs, but as I said before, the fishing ban is coming to an end, and many factories - or workshops - have begun to recruit skilled people, and they are afraid that they will be one step slower, so that these skilled hands will be recruited by others, so that their own workshops will produce less, and that is their own loss this year. Because of this, many skilled craftsmen began to walk from workshop to workshop to compare the prices they offered, and the workshop owners began to negotiate purchases with the chamber of commerce, and to discuss purchases with fishermen, in short, in a hurry.

"Busy, busy, busy. John looked at the people who came and went, and sighed inexplicably. Not knowing what he was saying, John looked at the hurried crowd around him and suddenly felt that he was a little out of place with them.