In the morning, the sun brings the first rays of light, piercing the darkness of the night and shedding the light on the earth.

Dozens of columns of smoke also rose in the sky above the town of Green, and the quiet town began to wake up from its sleep and became lively.

There is still more than a month to go before this year's grain can be harvested, and everyone is full of energy. You must know that the grain of Greenland Province supplies almost the entire Greenland Province, and the rations of several large cities come from Greenland Town. And the grain in Green Town was almost booked out as early as this time last year. Some businessmen who had not ordered the goods last year came here early to discuss with the farmers about buying grain.

Two exaggeratedly dressed clowns and magicians stand on the edge of the pool, munching on freshly baked bread in their mouths. An old man with a small beast skin on the side is haggling with a guest, hoping to sell a fox skin for a good price. The breakfast stalls on the edge of the square were full of people, eating hot bread or roasted meat, drinking corn soup, and talking from time to time to exchange new things that had happened in the town recently.

Some caravans of merchant horses that had just entered the town stopped by the roadside, looking for a place to stay. Scantily clad women who wore cheap perfumes but could not hide the faint smell of their bodies surrounded the caravans, trying to catch a guest and take it home. The men who came in a hurry pinched the waist bags around their waists, laughed and scolded and laughed with these women, and from time to time someone chose one or two women to go to the side of the courtyard.

This is Greenland, an inconspicuous, ordinary town in Greenland Province.

He ran out after Rosie and Bivis as a morning class to see if he could find a way to break through the deadlock. According to Bivis, waiting for someone else to take the initiative to take refuge is not an option at all. In the initial stage of the spread of religion and belief, it is often bloody, and the interests are consumed. Just like the skinhead religion in the previous world, when they first started their mission, they did not say that they should not get married, nor did they say that they could not eat meat, nor did they say that they could not kill.

Show the benefits to everyone, you don't have to pay taxes when you join us, you can form a group by joining us, you can not be bullied, and you can go together when you bully others. It's really something you can give everyone a bite to eat when you don't have anything to eat, and it won't starve people to death.

That's the benefits.

As for the subsequent changes, it was because of the continuation of the vitality of the religion and the catering of the rulers.

In fact, Rosie can do nothing, find a place to make a little money, and mess with this life. It may not have the beauty of mountains and rivers, but it is also a stable life without disease and disaster.

But he won't do this and is not willing to do this, God let him cross over, let him have a golden finger that is different from ordinary people, how can he calm down? It is said that desire can stimulate people's ambition, but in fact, it is not right. A Yelang who carries a dung bucket at both ends of the flat pole will definitely not hold a dung spoon and shout that the prince and general Xiangning have such a kind of greed for the country and the world. Only when you have a certain strength will you stimulate your desire and ambition.

Rosie is now in the process of such a change, and he inexplicably has a sense of mission, which can also be called ambition.

He will change himself and change his fate as much as possible in order to make his life no longer as boring as before he crossed over.

Becoming a big figure in the world is his plan and requirements for his future.

At this time, he stood curiously in front of the magician who was playing tricks, chatting with each other.

"Guest, I don't think you're from this town?", the magician is very talkative and likes to talk. On the contrary, the clown seems reluctant to speak much, and through the exaggerated makeup, it can be seen that he seems to be tired.

Rossi nodded, "Indeed, I only came here yesterday, I am a deacon in the church, and I will live here in the future." ”

The magician raised an eyebrow, "Heh, that's a good job, at least enough to be free." He added apologetically, "I'm sorry, but I'm not referring specifically to you, but to the entire church. You know, the church is not the same as it used to be. ”

Rosie didn't seem to be struck by the magician's honesty, but gently echoed: "You're right, it's time for a change." ”

"Change, change what?", the magician didn't seem to hear clearly, and asked.

Rosie stretched out his hand, "My name is Rosie, nice to meet you!"

The magician glanced at Rosie's clean white hand, and quickly wiped his right hand on his body before holding it with him, "My name is Aveley, and I'm glad to meet you, why don't I do a magic trick for you?"

"I'm looking forward to it!"

Avery held out his hands for Rosie to look, but there was nothing in his hands. There were a few people around who had nothing to do, and it was clear that Mr. Magician was about to play tricks again. He deliberately repeated this action a few more times, then rolled up his sleeves, and when he spread his hand again, there was a red paper bag stacked on top of each other in the middle of his palm.

Many of the onlookers were from out of town, and some let out a low cry of surprise to Avery delight. He clasped his hands together, pressed the paper bag into the palms of his hands, and then suddenly pulled it open, and the paper bag was gone, but there was an extra red handkerchief.

With his left hand, he pinched the base of the handkerchief pinched with his right hand, and gently pulled it to the left, and the handkerchief was very tight. His hands shook, and the handkerchief fell to the ground, but there was a slender stick in his hand. There were more and more people around, and everyone was curious about what he was going to do next.

I saw him put his hands against the two ends of the stick, and slapped and pulled hard, and the stick disappeared, but there was an extra bunch of flowers made of paper. He handed the flowers to a little girl, and everyone applauded.

It's amazing, at least that's what the onlookers think.

But Rosie understands that this is a very simple magic trick. He put the paper bag in a small hidden pocket on his sleeve, and quickly held the paper bag in his hand as he rolled up his sleeve. The inside of the paper bag is a handkerchief, but many people have preconceived notions that it is just a paper bag.

He unfolded the paper bag and it became a handkerchief. In the process of changing, he quickly grabbed a three- or four-centimeter-long ornament on his chest in his hand, which was a small stick similar to a shrinking stick. There is a paper flower prepared in advance in the stick. In the process of unfolding the stick, the paper flower basically spreads. Then, in the process of patting and pulling, the shrinking stick was thrown into the loose cuffs by him very quickly, and when he pulled the paper flower apart, the whole little magic was completed.

This kind of magic can only be said to be an entry-level magic trick before Rossi crosses, because it is only the simplest trick and does not involve some more complex techniques.

But the people here felt very amazing about it and applauded.

Avery owes a debt, and in courtesy of someone throwing the copper in front of him, Rosie also throws a few into it. Avery smiled and patted the Joker's arm, "Bard, it's your turn." ”

Bud the Clown rolls his eyes, and with his makeup, it feels particularly funny. He shook his head helplessly, took out a few round balls from his clothes, and began to juggle.

Rosie smiled and stepped back, standing on the edge of the crowd for a moment of contemplation before shaking her head and continuing to wander around town.

"Did you hear that? Hano lost money again, and was beaten out by his mother-in-law. ”

"How many times has this been him, and he's been unlucky!"

"Who's to say it's not? He doesn't seem to have won, but I don't know why he keeps gambling. ”

"So the people in the casino like him because he only loses. ”

There were a few people chatting on the side of the road, apparently locals. He suddenly thought of a good idea, whether it worked or not, it was never a bad thing to give it a try.

He stepped forward, carrying a dozen coppers in his hand, "I want to go and see this man named Hano, do you know where he is?"

Several young men looked at the copper in Rossi's hand and immediately stood up.

......

Once again, Hano entered the casino, his face flushed, and he had more than a hundred coppers in his arms, which would make him happy for a while.

Everyone in the casino knew him and greeted him, but after a few words, he sat down at a table.

It was a very simple table, and the paint had been worn and broken. On the table sat a small white bowl and dozens of white or black clasps. When the gamblers place their bets, the dealer will use a small bowl to hold a part of the buttons, then move to the side and open them, picking out the white and black buttons. Depending on the number of both, the winner or loser of the gambler is determined.

There are many items that can be bet on, black win or white win, whether all the buttons add up to odd or even numbers, and the remaining few pieces after the total number is divided by five, all of which are options that can be bet on.

Without much thought, Hano pressed the twenty pieces of copper on the three, which meant that if the total number of buttons was divided by five, there were only three left, and he would win. This can get more multiplier than simply pressing the color or odd and even, and every time you guess correctly, you can get a four-fold rebate.

A group of people stared closely at the button under the small bowl, and the dealer began to count from a distance with a thin wooden bar. First separate black and white, the compensation that should be paid, the killing that should be killed, then the number of odds and doubles, and then the number of remainders.

Hanno stared at it, counting aloud with the people around him, one, two...... Hell, it's three!

He was stunned for a moment, and he did not wake up until the dealer put a hundred coppers in front of him.

I actually won?

He pinched his thigh, and the tingling sensation made him instantly understand that he was not dreaming!

Hell, you really won?!