When I traveled through time and became a player, I just wanted to commit suicide

The broad market avenue was bustling with people. Dark green earth dragons followed their owners docilely, carrying bulging bags on their shoulders. Vendors on both sides of the road were selling enthusiastically, and many fresh fruits and vegetables were displayed. At the stall, delicate green vegetables and red tomatoes-like fruits complement each other.

The slave trader stood on a blanket, and behind him squatted a row of slaves with disheveled hair, shackled feet, and whose faces could not be seen. He was telling the crowd in front of him how good the slaves he had found were, and he tried his best to describe each of them to the crowd. A "good" is said to be the only one in the world, and you will definitely not lose money if you buy it back.

The aroma of baked wheat cakes and white bread fills the air, and the tempting taste attracts diners one after another.

Li Shanren wandered aimlessly in the market while avoiding pedestrians, his eyes quickly scanning from stall to stall, hoping to find some work.

Smelling the aroma of food, he became even hungrier, and his hungry stomach kept making sounds of protest.

"If you don't eat something, I'm afraid I'll faint from hunger." Li Shanren looked weak, with a bitter look in his eyes.

Suddenly, he saw a stall at the end of the market. The stall owner seemed to have just arrived and was busy setting up a stall. His wife, dressed as a peasant woman, was helping unload the fruits from the donkey cart.

Li Shanren blinked and walked to the stall step by step.

"Need...need help?"

Hearing this voice, the busy stall owner paused his hands, then continued to do his own thing, and said in a low voice without raising his head: "It's you again, can't you find something else to do? Don't Like an idle guy who has nothing to do all day long!"

"I also want to find something to do, but no one wants me." Li Shanren said with a wry smile.

"Oh, then don't you think of a solution on your own? I don't need you here, please leave quickly." The stall owner bent over and said coldly.

The uncle who owns this fruit stall is called Abel. Since his home is far from the market, he is the last to arrive every time the market opens. Li Shanren often comes over to help him.

Seeing his cold attitude, Li Shanren was not angry, but looked longingly at the stall owner's wife who was loading boxes of fruit from the donkey cart.

The stall owner's wife is a dark-skinned woman with rough arms, wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and calluses on her fingers. She looks like she is used to farm work, and she is also a soft-hearted person.

"Don't listen to him. Come here, young man, and help me unload the things from the car." The stall owner's wife greeted Li Shanren. She has a more popular name, Mary.

"Hey, okay."

There was a hint of joy in Li Shanren's eyes. He walked around the stall that was being built and came to the donkey cart. He helped Mary unload the various fruits from the cart with ease and familiarity, and placed them on the donkey cart that had been set up. On the stall, make them neat and beautiful.

Perhaps seeing that he was serious about his work, Abel just snorted and said nothing more.

Helping to organize the stalls was undoubtedly a laborious job. Li Shanren, who had been hungry for most of the day, was out of breath in the middle of the work. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead and his dirty face was slightly white. However, even though he was very tired, he did not say a word and remained silent. The couple on the ground helped the fruit stall complete the preparations.

When Li Shanren finished placing the last piece of fruit, he suddenly felt dizzy and his body was shaking and about to fall.

At this time, a strong hand supported him and supported Li Shanren.

"If you don't have the ability, don't show off. What if you die here?" Abel said angrily, stuffing two plump and red fruits into Li Shanren's arms.

"Let's go quickly and don't come back tomorrow!"

Li Shanren hugged the two fruits tightly, thanked them repeatedly, and then left the fruit stall with empty steps.

"That child looks weaker day by day. He may not live long. Don't always be so mean to him." Mary looked at Li Shanren's shaky back and said to her man.

"Hmph, you don't need to worry about that kid. He must have a way to survive. It's just a matter of whether he wants to do it or not. He comes here all day to show off his pity. I just want to force him to prevent him from coming to us again and again."

Abel bent his knuckles and knocked on the stall, with a look of hatred on his face.

"Look at his hands. They are as smooth and tender as melons. They must be white and shiny after being washed. It looks like he has never done any heavy work. He may be a young man from a poor family. His eyes, how he walks His posture is very similar to that of an aristocratic young man in a monastery school. People like him who have studied will not do too badly anywhere. The only difference is whether he is willing to do it or not."

......

The red fruit in Li Shanren's hand is very similar to the apple on Blue Star, except that it is a few times larger in size. The core is similar to a small peach core, but the name is "cream fruit", which seems to be because of its smooth skin. , the snow-white pulp is very similar to butter.

He carefully stuffed one of the butter fruits into his clothes, took the other one and took a bite first. The sweet and sour pulp splashed with juice in his mouth, replenishing the energy his body needed.

After biting, chewing, and swallowing several mouthfuls in succession, his hungry stomach finally felt the intake of food, and he couldn't wait to work. Li Shanren's hunger was relieved a lot.

"Finally, I feel alive." Li Shanren's nose felt a little sore and his eyes filled with tears.

Once upon a time, he lived so happily. Although he was not rich, at least he had enough food and clothing, and he could also play games and read novels for entertainment. In this world, those were the lives of nobles and wealthy businessmen.

Now, he often goes hungry for nine meals in three days, and just eating an apple can make him cry with joy.

There are no greater ups and downs in life than this.

Although the owner of the fruit stall spoke harshly, he was actually cold and warm-hearted, and Li Shanren could feel it.

Like this time, under normal circumstances, when he went to help, Abel would only give him an apple as a reward, but this time, perhaps because he felt pity for him, he gave him two apples at once.

Maybe this still seems stingy, but compared to others, Abel is already conscientious.

When Li Shanren was wandering around the market, he would often encounter people who prostituted his coolies for free and drove them away after using them. There was no compensation at all. Anyone at the bottom like him could bully him. Life is really hard.

Of course, although the fruit stall owner is kind-hearted, Li Shanren will not patronize it every day for fear of losing his popularity.

Many times, he would first starve himself for two days, then go to accept alms from the church and have a warm meal. Then he would starve for another day before going to the fruit stall owner, and then go to the church two days later. This is a cycle, painful and uncomfortable for a month.

Life was so hard, no wonder he wanted to commit suicide.

Li Shanren often wonders, if he dies, will he return to Blue Star?

Maybe this is just a very real dream?

As long as he dies, he can wake up and continue his peaceful life.

Although the idea is very tempting, suicide really requires a lot of courage. Unfortunately, Li Shanren is a person who lacks courage when it comes to suicide.

This time travel was not about soul travel, but the entire body traveled through time. Li Shanren once used a puddle of water to shine on his face, which was no different from Blue Star's own self, even the scars on his wrists that were bitten by cats. All exactly the same.

This was one of the reasons why he did not dare to commit suicide.

Facing my own body, I can't do anything after all.

At the same time, because Dongfang's appearance was different from that of the people here, he often made his face dirty, for fear that slave traders would see the clues and knock him out with a stick and take him away.

Li Shanren is not actually very handsome, but his eyes are quite big, with double eyelids, which can be said to be bright and energetic (most of the time now he is decadent and lifeless), and his facial lines are rounded (he has lost weight due to starvation). After cleaning, it can be regarded as white.

Perhaps because he has read a lot, his smile always has a bookish air. Generally speaking, he is very approachable and easy to like.

This may be why Mary didn't dislike him so much.

Here, looking good is an original sin.

Li Shanren's appearance could be sold at a high price in the slave market, especially his distinctive oriental face.

But he didn't want to become a slave. As a tramp, he could choose to commit suicide. After becoming a slave, life and death were not up to him.

In a sense, slaves are far more miserable than tramps.

......

In the corners of the street and in the alleys, a bunch of eyes fell on the butter fruit in Li Shanren's hand, full of desire for food.

These are the looks from other homeless people.

Rather than willing to work hard in exchange for food, these people basically get food by going to the back kitchens of major pubs and restaurants and waiting for the waiters inside to dump out the kitchen waste and leftovers from the whole day. Get into the trash can, and then swarm over it and sweep away the contents.

The owners of pubs and restaurants are also happy to have people dispose of their garbage for free, so they never stop it.

After all, Li Shanren still has some dignity in his heart. No matter how hungry he is, he will not go through the garbage, and he actually has to fight with others. If he really lives like that, what is the difference between it and the maggots in the sewer? It would be better to die.

Therefore, Li Shanren seemed a bit out of place among the homeless people nearby, but he didn't care.

Noticing the glances from all around, Li Shanren silently finished the butter fruit in two or three mouthfuls. He even threw the thumb-sized core into his mouth and shook it, leaving only a bare stem, which he He threw it into the garbage pile on the roadside and put the core into his pocket.