Time passed little by little, the night was coming to an end, and the dawn was coming.
He has already drank a whole vat of beer, and he doesn't care how many marks the price of so much wine can be sold.
I also read some of the few books and newspapers in this grocery store, and I have a deeper understanding of the current era background and surrounding environment.
This is a somewhat strange world.
The productivity revolution is in the ascendant, and the explosive development of industry has brought subversive changes to society.
The emerging bourgeois aristocracy is gradually replacing the old-fashioned aristocracy and becoming the upper power of the pyramid structure.
A guy like Franken who has no capital, no land, and can't lead a technological leap, can maintain the current life with food, drink, and housing, which is much better than more than 90% of civilians.
But for Judgment who had sneaked in quietly, it didn't make any sense at all.
? Even if the host he came to was a beggar, so what if there was only one bowl at the beginning, anyway, in the end, he had to rely on his own ability and use the most appropriate reason to persuade the person who should be persuaded and get what he deserved.
Anyway, when capitalism came to the world, blood and dirty things flow from head to toe, and the large gap between rich and poor is one of the factors of social instability.
He took away some of the ill-gotten wealth in the hands of the big capitalists and nobles, and it was in line with the simple principles of the proletarian revolution.
What he really cares about is what is the boundary rules of this world, what is the supernatural power system, and how to gain a foothold here as quickly as possible, so that he can climb high and look far away, and find information about the ancient house more conveniently and quickly. clue.
It is precisely because of observing the problem from this angle that Gu Juan feels the strangeness of this world.
From Franken's original memory fragments, there is no trace of any supernatural power in this world.
A few horror stories about vampires, werewolves, and witches are just rumors from Frankenstein.
Others that can be found in the memory fragments seem to be some hidden legends about magicians.
Gu Juan couldn't help but smile a little. To be able to regard a magician like a juggler as a transcendent person who needs to be awed, it can be seen that the vision of the grocery store owner has been so low that it can make people smile.
Therefore, the most powerful forces in the world are ironclad battleships, muskets and artillery, and noble officers who wield these murderous weapons.
Judging from the information we have learned so far, this seems to be the case.
But what really puzzled Gu Juan was that although this strange world tightly restricted his power, the upper limit in another aspect seemed to be very high.
This aspect is vaguely related to mental power.
Gu Juan frowned slightly. If a monk from the immortal sect came here, he might not be able to mobilize even the slightest spiritual energy, but he could use his powerful mental power to do work like a hypnotist.
Become an ordinary person with powerful perception but extremely weak body.
In this case
Then something weird happened.
Franken was undoubtedly on the verge of death before he came, and Gu Juan did not find any fatal disease in this body, and his body did not have even a little oily skin trauma.
The only speculation comes from Franken's own memory fragments.
He considered himself mentally weak.
Gu Juan couldn't help laughing out loud.
In such a world where there are not too many restrictions on spiritual power, it is simply strange and inexplicable that there will still be lives that die due to mental weakness.
Time passed quickly, and the sky outside began to brighten. According to Franken's living habits in the past, it is time to open the store and prepare for business.
Gu Pan thought about it for a while, and decided to integrate into Franken's life first. Before he really figured out the situation, he temporarily hibernated for a while, and waited until everything was sorted out before starting to fully implement various plans.
Coming to the bathroom next to the kitchen, he quickly cleaned it up, then took a piece of hard black bread and walked while eating, and opened the door of the grocery store.
"Hey, Franken, you opened the door two minutes later than yesterday. If you continue to be lazy like this, you will soon lose me, a loyal and old customer who can bring you Mark."
Gu Juan was silent for a moment, and quickly recognized the name and identity of the yawning middle-aged man outside the door.
This man is called Abeck, who runs a handicraft workshop in a small town to make a living. Every morning, he buys two pieces of brown bread and butter from the store, one for breakfast and the other for lunch.
"Good morning, Mr. Abeck, or two brown breads and butter?"
Gu Juan was still a little jerky when he first spoke, but after finishing a sentence, his articulation became clear and sharp.
"Yes, oh, no" Abeck opened his mouth, "No more butter, just give me two pieces of black bread."
With the development of machine industrialization, the life of small workshop owners like Abeck is getting more and more difficult.
I'm afraid he can't last for too long, he will be completely defeated in the game where the big fish eat the small fish, and the small fish eat the shrimp, and become a loser with nothing.
From Franken's memory fragments, it can be known that just a year or two ago, the owner of Abeck's daily lunch was red wine steak and fresh fruit. Now it seems that not to mention the whole piece of beef, even butter is no longer enough. get up.
"No problem, four marks for two loaves of black bread."
Gu Juan didn't ask any further questions, and quickly handed over the wrapped bread, and took back a crumpled banknote.
With two big dark circles under his eyes, Mr. Abek, the owner of the workshop, staggered away and watched him go away. He picked up another loaf of black bread from the shelf behind the counter and ate it slowly.
During the whole morning, only four or five townspeople came to buy things in Franken's shop, and the money they collected was not even enough for Gu Juan's meals for a day.
Not to mention the vat of craft beer he killed directly last night, and the many cured meats and vegetables that were eaten as appetizers.
Compared with Franken before, after Gu Judao came, his appetite was indeed much bigger.
When the grocery store was empty, Gu Juan sat quietly on the chair behind the counter, made himself a large cup of bitter coffee, drank it slowly, and explored how to improve and become stronger.
The rules of the world are extremely stable. Although he can perceive the tolerance of the rules of the realm to spiritual power, he is a clever woman who cannot cook without rice. With this distraction, it is difficult to find a way to improve his personal strength for a while.
The main reason lies in the abnormal inertia and stability of the rules of the realm, like a solid steel cage, which firmly blocks almost all the cultivation methods he knows, making it difficult for him to have any room to show his skills.
If he is suddenly attacked now, apart from the old flintlock hidden in the shop, the only means of fighting the enemy are the various knives used to cut meat and vegetables in the kitchen.
Of course, if he doesn't care about the cost, he might be able to use this distraction to unleash a ball of Samadhi real fire, stab a few needles, and then there is a high probability that he will be crazily suppressed by the rules of the realm to the point of doubting life . (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com