During the night, a thief climbed through the stone wall of the garden and stole a pot of thorn fruit.

The fruit of that thing is not edible at all, but as long as the surrounding people see a plant with fruit, they will definitely find a way to steal it. In the morning, as Paul walked around the garden, the two women were using daggers to cut a tapestry that had been dried on the wall, and which was covered with dust and seemed to have been dried for a long time, but no one was taking care of it. Seeing this, Paul gave the tapestry to the two women, and the two women asked Paul what he wanted to eat, saying that they could serve him together in all the ways Paul could imagine. Paul drove the two women away, mainly because the younger of the two women was also over fifty years old.

Paul's kindness caused us a lot of trouble, and the next day the whole day was attended by neighbors who came to the door, either through the main entrance or through the wall, and moved the furniture when they saw it. These things can help them get a half-tail fish in the bazaar, or go to the bakeries and get a bag of wheat husks. Aunt Asri would not refuse anyone who came to ask for furniture or utensils, and she would even take the initiative to wrap them up for them and ask them to help her spread the news, that is, the generous Aunt Asri was ready to give all her belongings to the residents who were willing to come.

Under such circumstances, Paul had to urge the black chief to get the title deeds of the garden and the house from Aunt Asri as soon as possible, and give them to the man for notarization. During this time, Paul demanded that the Negroes protect anything in the yard and follow Creelian law if anyone dared to come and steal it. The first whip was given three times, and the second time the right hand was cut off.

Aunt Asri doesn't care about these possessions. Her only hope was for blacks to get as little as possible. There were only a dozen of us in total, and some were injured. I can't take care of two huge gardens. Aunt Asri insisted that the garden was worth fifty vats of flour, and after deducting the twenty barrels she owed, the blacks could get them as long as they prepared thirty vats of flour and the young master's corpse. On the black side, the black leader thought that the garden would be worth ten sacks of flour, or three barrels of flour, at the price that Aunt Asri had given to others, and that as long as Asri handed over seventeen more barrels of flour, the black leader promised him that he would naturally send her young master's bones to the temple. and be responsible for all expenses for his burial. Actually, this fee was not necessary, because the governor had already arranged for someone to collect and examine the body around the temple, as long as the person was brought over.

As the two sides argued, Asri walked up and down the garden as if he were mad, chanting the scriptures aloud and throwing everything he could get his hands on outside the yard. Outside, a small market suddenly formed, as long as there was a stool. Or a piece of silk, or a Creel pure-blooded cat thrown out of the yard, and people will rush up to snatch these gifts from God. Then it was sold to fishermen. A clever fisherman noticed something was wrong at the bazaar, for every few moments a few poor people would come up and throw him a dressing coat or two or hunting gloves of a pretty good color. Or a well-maintained bow in exchange for his fish. He suspected that someone's house had been robbed somewhere. At such times, it is common to receive a lot of good things at a low price, and the fisherman decided to take the initiative to find the house. When the fisherman carried several large barrels of fish outside the garden. Immediately clogged up with all sorts of furniture, he dried his mouth and bargained with people for one fish for three square towels, two fish for a lacquered staff, and six fish for a chaise longue full of oil. Later, the fisherman, who had already made a good profit, became rich and too lazy to bargain, as long as he saw that the price was right, he immediately made a deal.

The fisherman noticed a pattern, and every once in a while everything that flew out of the garden was light, and the heaviest was not heavier than the chaise longe, and the weight continued to fall, which was actually due to Asre's gradual overwhelm.

Asri later found a good way to humiliate blacks, saying that her fortune was worth twenty buckets of flour and a stool in her hand. While the blacks were still considering the price, she threw the stool out of the yard. In this interval, she declared that the property was worth exactly twenty buckets of flour and a turban, and while the black man was still struggling with the slight depreciation of the yard's price, Asri threw the turban out again. This price fluctuation impressed the notary man, who later became a famous mathematician among the Creelians, who proposed a theory called the limit, that is, under certain circumstances, a thing will constantly approach a certain state, but never reach that place, just as Asri constantly lowers the price of his property, but always a little more than twenty barrels of flour. It is said that many years later, two old scholars of the North Sea, Taylor and Cauchy, were thrilled to read the man's theory, and wrote poems extolling the discovery, declaring that it was imbued with a melancholy beauty, that is, a state that could never be attained, and that fit the life of mathematicians too well. For example, love, wealth, power, when people move towards a goal, if they always can't reach that point, they will fall into a state of sadness, which Taylor and Cauchy call infinite approach. Of course, mathematicians have always had nothing to do with love, nor with wealth, let alone power, and the lack of these three things makes it easy for all mathematicians in the world to understand this theory. For this reason, they praised the Creelians in their own small circles as an excellent people.

Coming back to the farce around us, the turning point came after the first pilgrimage of the afternoon, when Aunt Asri excitedly announced the value of her property at twenty buckets of flour and a Burke hat, she tried three times before she managed to raise her arm, threw the hat out of the yard, and caused a new cheer and brawl outside, and when Aunt Asri gasped and stopped to intervene with her visible hand in the market price, the black chief finally said, "Deal." ”

So this farce finally came to an end.

The crowd outside held their breath, and before long, they began to get agitated as they waited for Asri to regain his strength. The shouting and scolding were incessant. And when it was found out, the garden had already been sold. Sad sighs followed, and someone began to curse loudly at the new buyer and Aunt Asri. In the previous hour. Asri was also called 'angels' by them, and now he is a 'lowly bed slave', and there are about a hundred people outside the garden, of whom more than ninety feel that they have suffered a loss, and more than ten feel that others have taken advantage of them, and no one is satisfied. The only one who was satisfied was the fisherman.

The black leader had his men bring in the fisherman.

The fisherman was a slender man, who looked a little thin, but the few bulging muscles were strong. He has a pair of dark eyes when looking at others. The expression is like that of a cunning steppe wolf, this is not a bad species, no matter who it is, as long as you look at this fisherman, you will have this impression.

"I don't know what you have brought me in," said the fisherman, in a thickly accented Crelian countryman, "but I must tell you that I have nine brothers. These people would love me to die, but if even one of my decent possessions out there is missing, they'll come like sharks to seek revenge on you. I don't know if I have anything else to ask me after I finish this? No words. I've got to go home, and I have a lot of work to do today. ”

"Those are yours," said the black chief. "And, if you can't move. You can set things up in my yard overnight, I promise you'll come back tomorrow. You'll not lose even a nail or a thread. ”

"Well," the fisherman was a little surprised, "you seem to be the new rich here?" Why, you're not here to blackmail me, so what do you want to do? Want fish? That's fine, of course, it just depends on how much you want. ”

"Fish, no problem, but I'm going to marinate it." The black chief said, "Dog luck like that in the afternoon, you know, once in a lifetime is enough." Now you can find a notary, and I'll find you one," the black chief pointed to Paul, "and together you will give a price to all the things in this courtyard, and then exchange decent fish for decent goods." ”

The fisherman's eyes rolled in his sockets, swallowed his saliva, and turned to look at everything in this room, "Well, if you want to talk about the things in this broken house, I don't think even a fish tail is worth it, and I can't afford to find a notary, it's very troublesome." ”

"You're not the only fisherman." "And you see," said the chief, "I don't want you, I want the merchant in your village." I asked someone last night," the chief asked the middle-aged man, and last night the chief took the middle-aged man to his room and talked with him for an hour, and the leader gave the middle-aged man a small bag of gold jewelry, and put a dagger on his tabletop in exchange for his knowledge. The chief paused, then continued to speak to the fishermen, "I repeat, you are not the only fisherman, but you are the only one who has made a fortune. So, quietly brought the merchant in, saying that I also wanted to buy something from him, just like you. ”

"Something." The fisherman's courage was no longer enough to cope with the present situation, and his lack of intelligence and greed made it impossible for him to think of what to say for a moment. "Why don't you just come to me and buy it?"

The black man without a nose rubbed the hyena's neck and said to it, "Make love with him." ”

The hyena scurried to the fisherman's feet, and stood on his hind legs, and put his front legs on the fisherman's shoulders, whose legs were almost thicker than the fisherman's arms, opened his foul mouth, and licked the fisherman's head with his tongue, until his hair was wet.

The dog looked extremely scary, which made the people around him feel disgusting and funny.

"I hate people who don't know their weight," said the chief, "and you want to make the difference, you can, but unfortunately you don't have the skills." Tell me what the merchant is doing to help you restock. I have heard that he also receives gold and silver, and there are not many people who can do this in these days. Who is he. ”

The fisherman did not dare to move, but dared to push the hyena with his hand, for fear that it would bite off his neck, "Okay, okay, let this beast go away, I'll tell you, I'll tell you." ”

"Who is it?"

"What's in it for me?" Once again, the courage of the fisherman opened my eyes.

"I'll give you this today," the chief tossed a bag of gold, "and the merchant will give you the same amount when he arrives." How many fish can your family catch in a month? ”

"It depends on the weather."

"The worst weather, how many in a month."

"Seventy barrels."

"In the future, at least 70 barrels of fish will be sent here every month, and there will be no upper limit, and you will buy as much as you want." The chief said.

"Then you can't ask anyone else to buy fish." The fisherman wiped the saliva from his face while negotiating seriously.

"I can't get enough fish, so I'll look for someone else, so you'd better let your grandmother jump on the boat and catch the fish."

"Deal." "But get out of here," the fisherman called. ”

The chief nodded, and the noir whistled, and the hyena finally squirted the fisherman in the face, and turned to his master.

"So," asked the chief, "what is the origin of the merchant?" ”

"Nord," said the fisherman, wiping his face in annoyance, "who the could it be?" ”

"How can a Nord merchant have such a big belly and swallow everything?"

"Who told you you was a Nord," the fisherman rubbed his hands on his chest, but they were always sticky and unclean, "I've seen more than forty different boats, and my belly is as big as if I was pregnant and ready to give birth to a small boat." Sails were puffed up, floating around the sea, and dozens of small boats, just near the beach, were put into the water with small anchor heads tied to ropes, not knowing what fish they were catching. ”

That's not fishing stupid, it's measuring the depth. I despise this fisherman in my heart, having dealt with the sea all my life, but I do not know that for any fleet, measuring the depth of water and reefs on the shore is a child.

"Do the Nords have a trading post around here?" "I only know there's one in Corry, but it's more than a hundred miles from here." ”

"Who cares," said the fisherman, angrily, "there are quite a few Nords anyway." But they received something for gold, and gold for flour. You don't care what you do if it's useful or not. Well, what you promised me today, I will go back and discuss with my brother, and tomorrow we will make a contract. Will you all be in this place in the future? I mean, what if we bring you big and small buckets of fish and you run away, and what if you don't take our fish? ”

"It must have been too late for your fish, and we've collected enough of the others. Other than that, we don't go here or there. The chief said, "Go quickly." Tomorrow I want that Nord man to come with your brother. ”

The fisherman wiped his nose, bowed half to the chief, and walked away quickly.

He walked out of the door, and after a while he came back again, and said to the chief, "My brother and the Nord merchant are bad-tempered, and you must tie that beast up to-morrow, or you will not be able to get along." ”

The leader laughed contemptuously, "A Nord merchant, do you want me to be respectful?" ”

The fisherman folded his arms and said proudly, "You have no idea who is behind the Nord merchants, and you have no idea what a magnificent thing it is for a hundred ships to fly the same flag." ”

"What flag?" I asked curiously.

"A white dove," said the fisherman in an unmistakable tone, "a white dove with wings spread." ”

For a moment, I suddenly remembered the warm smile that Jill had given me when I was in the North Sea, sitting behind a large, clean wooden table. (To be continued.) )