Old Jeff tightened his greasy overalls, craned his neck, passed the doorman's inspection, and walked out of the steel mill, where he had been working for fourteen hours straight.

It's been more than three years since he came to the Orc Empire, but in the human world, the warm Principality of Ake, the old Jeff who has lived for decades is still very uncomfortable with the cold weather in the cold weather of the blackstone wasteland of the Orc Empire, which is so cold that it is in the cracks of people's bones.

It only took a few minutes to come out of the warm factory, and old Jeff felt his bare cheeks completely numb from the cold.

"What the hell is the weather. Old Jeff complained in a low voice, but then remembered his brother's family who had been shunted to the Celestial Empire and settled there, and suddenly felt that the weather here was not so bad.

According to the workers who have been to the Silian Empire, it is said that the ghost place is a little colder than here, and I hope that the poor brother's family can survive in that ghost place......

In fact, Old Jeff is not old at all, and he is only in his forties this year, but because of the hardships and hard work of life, his hair has turned gray and looks like a half-old little old man.

At the same time, Old Jeff was also lucky, with the blacksmith skills he learned at a young age, and the cultural level of knowing hundreds of words, he was lucky to pass the naturalization examination of the Orc Empire, was assessed as a junior talent, and finally became an ordinary worker in the steel factory.

After all, 60 catties of food stamps per month, two catties of meat stamps, cloth stamps that can make two sets of clothes a year, and more than ten other kinds of bills can be issued on time, so that old Jeff can live like a normal person.

Old Jeff still remembers that after he passed the exam, several fellow villagers were asking to marry their beautiful daughter, who was not a few years older than their daughter, even if it was a little wife.

For this, the old Jeff understands very well, and does not look down on these former fellow villagers at all, they just want to make their family's treasures live a better life.

Therefore, marrying them to someone with the nationality of the Orc Empire is undoubtedly a very good way, not only to allow them to live a relatively better life, but also to help the family to some extent, even if the other party is a half-old man like Old Jeff, or simply an orc who was previously regarded as the embodiment of barbarism and dirt.

If you live here as a refugee, you won't starve to death, but you really won't starve......

Compared with the human world, the orc empire has a law that makes all men love and pain, allowing several wives to be married, provided that you can support them, but in the end, the old Jeff still rejected his former countryman in front of his tearful wife and children.

"Bread, delicious freshly baked oatmeal bread, still steaming hot, eat one that will warm your whole body, and you can buy one for two taels of food stamps; Sir, would you like to come to one?" a tall, thin old human man who sold bread on the street looked at Old Jeff expectantly, hoping that Old Jeff would buy one of his oatmeal breads.

In the cauldron with a small burning stove below, a large pot of bread was carefully arranged, just as the thin old man described it, it was still steaming when it was freshly baked.

The wonderful smell filled most of the streets, which made the old Jeff, who had eaten a ration of free lunches in the factory only at noon, more and more hungry, but even so, the old Jeff did not have the slightest idea of buying one.

Frankly speaking, the price of two taels of food stamps to buy such a large oat bread is not expensive at all, and it is very affordable, and in his spare time, old Jeff even calculated his cost for the tall and thin old man.

For each bread, he had to spend one or two or three dollars of food, and after removing the coal and the management fee that had to be paid for setting up a stall in the market, the tall and thin old man didn't know if he could finally earn a penny of food stamps.

Old Jeff had no doubt about the deliciousness of these oat breads, and in the few times he remembered, he bought one extravagantly and went back, and the little cubs at home ate a smile.

After all, according to rumors, this tall and thin old man used to be the head chef of a marquis's family, but what is frustrating is that a marquis family that has been exiled here from abroad has quickly declined, and it is okay to have no worries about food and clothing, but it is simply a luxury to maintain the luxurious life of the past.

As a result, the former chef of the Marquis's family has become a roadside bread vendor, a very cold business, and every grain wasted in these years is considered by the common people like Old Jeff to be an unforgivable original sin.

So it's still affordable to make your own bread, even if it's not so delicious.

Old Jeff still feels very credible about this rumor of the chef, because since more than two years, when this tall and thin old man first started setting up his stall, he still has a big belly full of oil and water......

"Sir, do you need to relax? I'm very good at my skills, and I only need two taels of food stamps, and you can do whatever you want with me. A young human woman stood out in front of old Jeff.

As if in order to increase the temptation, the young woman, under the dim street lamp, pulled down her sexy, but extremely thin skirt, and continued to tempt her mouth: "Just two taels of food stamps! I will definitely make you very comfortable." ”

This young woman is very beautiful, and the capital on her chest is also very good, but if it weren't for the cold blue skin, and the tremor in her voice, everything would be even better.

Shaking his head apologetically, Old Jeff continued to walk forward, and the somewhat anxious voice came from behind him: "If Sir, if it's too expensive, one or two food stamps is fine......"

After walking for half an hour in the bitter cold wind, old Jeff arrived at his home in the Iron City, a two-bedroom apartment of thirty square meters in a seven-story building.

It was in this 30-square-meter two-bedroom apartment that lived six members of the old Jeff family, the small was a little smaller, but whenever the old Jeff remembered the continuous and leaky shacks outside the city, he couldn't stop feeling a sense of happiness in his heart.

After pushing open the door and seeing the coal stove still burning in the room, Old Jeff felt his whole body gradually warm.

Seeing this, my wife, who was mending her clothes under a small oil lamp, hurriedly greeted her: "I'm back! Come over and warm up, I've left you dinner." ”

Helped old Jeff wipe the grease off his face, took off his dirty work clothes, and brought old Jeff's belated dinner by the way.

Looking at his busy wife and the wrinkles crawling all over the corners of his eyes, Old Jeff felt extremely glad that he didn't spend the unjust money of one or two food stamps just now.

Dinner was simple, just a palm-sized piece of brown bread and a bowl of vegetable soup with only a few vegetable leaves, and before eating it, Old Jeff closed his eyes and folded his hands.

He prayed earnestly before the meal: "Thank you to the great and merciful Lord Modo for providing us with safe shelter from the devil, and thank you for giving us food to keep us alive, may you ......"

After a long while, old Jeff, who had finished praying, smiled at his wife and decided to tell a lie: "Because of the kindness of Lord Modo, we will provide us workers who work overtime more than ten o'clock in the evening for free dinner, and we will not have to leave me so much food in the future." ”

After finishing speaking, he solemnly broke off half of the black bread in his hand and kept it.