Initiating a Plant Revolution in the Otherworld

Chapter 33 Illiteracy (Add more! Please recommend tickets!)

Ron, paper and glue in hand, was standing next to the trash can in the alley and glued the paper to the wall.

On the top of the paper, there are four big characters "Recruitment Announcement" written in clear and bold fonts. The content of the announcement is as follows:

"We are looking for two employees."

"You are required to be young and capable, to bear hardships and stand hard work."

"Working hours are from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] noon, and from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] pm."

"The job content is to take care of the store, entertain guests, cash register and change."

"The salary for work is 5 silver coins per week, and it is settled on a weekly basis."

"There is no race requirement. After the age is converted according to the Human Race Law, it is sufficient to be between the ages of 14 and 25."

"If you are interested, please come to the store during the business hours and communicate with the owner face to face."

Signed "- Ron's Wonderful Florist, owner Ron Andre".

This recruitment announcement was actually specially prepared for the homeless child yesterday, but in order to avoid the other party's face-to-face rejection because of his too strong self-esteem, Ron thought of such a trick.

Because he has to take time to study at the Magic Academy, the store's business hours cannot be guaranteed.

Recruiting staff is definitely a must.

Yesterday, because the kid ate his own barbecue, he was willing to fight three strong bastards. His character should be passable.

That being the case, there was no need for Ron to look for strangers.

This is far better than giving alms directly to the other party.

Both parties trade on an equal footing, with one party contributing money and the other contributing effort.

Street children can support themselves with their own ability, so there is no need to dig through trash cans every day to maintain their own survival.

If he just met an ordinary homeless child, Ron would at most give him a full meal, which was pitiful.

But since the kid had proven his character yesterday, Ron didn't mind giving it a chance.

This is what the opponent fought for.

Thinking of this, Ron took a few steps back and looked at the recruitment announcement. After confirming that there was no major problem, he came to Lyle's barbecue restaurant.

"Hey, Ron!" Lyle came out of the kitchen and greeted heartily, "Is it the same today?"

"That's right." Ron nodded with a smile.

Lyle immediately turned his head and ordered, took the bill from the store, sat down in front of Ron, and said excitedly: "Hey, Ron, I really don't know how to thank you. The business is getting better and better, and there are almost not enough tables at night. Look at the bills for the past few days."

Ron looked at the elated Lyle, took the bill with a smile, and listened to Lyle while watching.

"You don't know how popular your seasoning is!"

"Many customers went back and deliberately advertised among their friends, saying how delicious my barbecue is. As a result, a large number of people have come here these days."

"Look, the turnover of the day before yesterday was 30 silver coins, the day before yesterday was 50 silver coins, and yesterday I received a total of 100 silver coins!"

"The combined turnover of these three days is enough to cover my previous half-month turnover!"

Ron congratulated: "As long as the business is good, I can rest assured."

"It's all thanks to you." Lyle couldn't help but licked again.

"It's because of your good vision that you discovered my seasoning." Ron shook his head with a smile, "There is a fair deal between us, Lyle. The business is getting better and better, and it's all thanks to you."

"Hey." Lyle rarely scratched his thinning hair in embarrassment, "That's our joint contribution."

It doesn't matter to Ron, after all, the money he makes from selling a dark orchid can be worth Lyle's turnover for a month after his business explodes.

And Lyle is just turnover, but Ron's income is all pure profit, no cost.

So Ron naturally doesn't care about the business of the barbecue restaurant.

But seeing the barbecue shop becoming more and more popular, Ron was still happy for Lyle.

After eating the barbecue, Ron walked back to the shop and took a look inside as he passed the alley, but he didn't see the homeless child.

Without thinking too much, he went back to the study on the second floor to read.

……

late at night.

A figure walked down the street in the moonlight.

Nora limped into the alley between the barbecue shop and the flower shop, and rummaged through the trash can.

Yesterday she was kicked in the knee by a punk.

I didn't think it was serious at the time, but when I woke up, I found that my knee hurt so badly that I couldn't even walk. It was only at night that I could barely walk two steps.

It's not like she hasn't encountered this kind of situation before. With her physique, she can get better in a day.

It wasn't until late at night that she felt that the pain was relieved a lot, and she was very hungry, so she came out of the shabby shed where she lived and went to the street to find food.

But the most suitable time for her to forage has passed, and the places where she usually rummages for food have been rummaged by others.

In the end, she could only eat some of the leftovers.

She came to the alley between the flower shop and the barbecue shop as usual, and rummaged through the trash can, but found nothing.

This was expected by her, so there was nothing to be upset about.

Usually from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] p.m. is her time slot. In the middle of the night, because the business of the barbecue shop is very good, the place will be occupied by a homeless gang in the second half of the time.

So when Nora came here at this time, she couldn't find anything to eat, and the trash cans were all searched by others.

In the end, she only found some small minced meat, put it in her mouth and sipped it, barely getting a taste of the meat.

"I really want to eat barbecue..." Nora sipped the minced meat in her mouth, recalling the delicious barbecue that she ate last night in her mind, only feeling her saliva constantly secreting, and her stomach growling.

She frowned slightly on her dirty little face, looked up at the lights on the second floor of the flower shop, and finally sighed.

Then her eyes fell on a piece of paper taped to the wall.

She was pretty sure the paper wasn't on the wall yesterday.

So she took advantage of the moonlight and lamplight to look up, narrowed her eyes slightly and concentrated on reading, and finally pouted her mouth in trouble.

She cannot read.

I can't understand what's written on it.

It can't be said that she can't understand it at all, at least she understands the times such as "eight o'clock in the morning" and "twelve o'clock in the noon", understands "5 silver coins", and also understands "14 years old" and "25 years old" .

As for the other contents, except for the characters "Ron's Wonderful Flower Shop", which she saw on the gate of the flower shop and had a slight impression, she couldn't recognize any other words.

Her stomach started growling again, so Nora had to give up and continue looking for food elsewhere.

Under the night, Nora, who was wearing a dilapidated long-distance running dress and a linen hat, dragged her body and limped on the street.

After searching for a long time and eating half full, Nora finally dragged her exhausted body back to the simple shed.

She took out the dagger from her bosom, held it tightly in her hand, then lay down on the bed made of straw, curled up and slowly fell into a light sleep.

The wind blew through and weighed down the grass outside.

There was a sound of rustling.

Nora subconsciously opened her eyes, still holding the dagger tightly in her hand, quietly listening to the movement around her, alert to possible dangers around her.

Like a frightened little rabbit.

Even though she didn't have much meat on her body.

Because I haven't signed a contract yet, I can only increase the amount of updates, reach 10 words earlier, and then apply for a contract on my own... Sigh... So for the next ten days, three changes a day, 6000 words.

(End of this chapter)