The cannon fodder owner dressed as the King of the Merman [Transmigration Book]

He has not studied ancient IOUs, nor does he understand the mechanism of their effectiveness.Besides, although this world is similar in many ways to the descriptions in the ancient books...but it is still largely outside the real time and space.

First of all, the merman has already proved the weirdness of this world.

"My lord, if you still don't feel at ease, I will release the jade pendant to you..." Feng Zhu showed all sincerity and was bound to close the deal.

After he said that, Shen Fuqiao took the money and the IOU, and stopped him from undoing the jade pendant: "No need, the jade pendant is a personal item, and it is very valuable. How can Shen use a basket of grass to pay for it? Little Young master is kind, I will trust you once, come back to pick it up next month."

He speaks softly and politely, and has an extraordinary bearing, but he is wearing straw sandals, bamboo hats, and coarse linen clothes.Feng Zhu felt that it was a good match for his eyes and wanted to make this friend, so he said: "My surname is Feng Zhu, and I haven't chosen a name yet, so I don't know how to call Mr. Shen?"

Shen Fuqiao was stunned for a moment when he heard the words - he had a deep impression of this name, because Feng's surname is rare, and he took the first half of the dying years, which always reads like a sad prophecy.

A young man from a family of imperial doctors came to experience life in a remote village. It should be said that it was a good thing he didn't pick up his jade pendant just now—it was bestowed by him from the imperial court for his meritorious service in practicing medicine in the palace when he was young.

Shen Fuqiao shook his head with a light smile, and replied warmly: "It's just a chance encounter, why bother with the name."

After saying that, he carried the herb basket and went out, ignoring the two senior brothers.He is not interested in knowing whether Huang Fu is jumping or not. He can hear the implication of Fengzhu's last question, but he is in another world, and he does not want to make troubles. Any extra involvement and fetters in the world will be a heavy burden for him.

...

Shen Fuqiao was walking on the street wearing a bamboo hat. This small town is quite lively. There are many food stalls along the street. From time to time, three or five stall owners will be seen chatting and laughing together, which can be regarded as a noisy scene full of people .

Shen Fuqiao was not interested in these foods, but Naihe was ordered to go out and had to think about the fish at home.It seems that the vegetable porridge is really not suitable for him to eat. Since he decided to take him in for a while, he should take good care of him, so as not to make it look like he abused him in the end.If the fish holds grudges indiscriminately, it will add to the troubles.

What sharks like to eat, Shen Fuqiao really doesn't know, he only said to eat meat, but with so many chickens, ducks, fish and geese, it is difficult for Shen Fuqiao to choose.

After wandering around, he was empty-handed. Shen Fuqiao had a gentle appearance, but in fact he was not a very patient person. When he became agitated, he simply stopped thinking about it and brought ten roasted guinea fowls.

These guinea fowls are surprisingly cheap, ten of them only cost half a tael of silver.Even people like Shen Fuqiao, who had no concept of money since childhood, and lived as if they had no money, felt how precious that basket of herbs was just now.

He went to the cloth shop with ten guinea fowls on his back like this. He turned his head very often on the way, and there were often whispers and low-pitched ridicules in his ears.Shen Fuqiao turned a blind eye to it, heard it as if he didn't hear it, and didn't take it to heart.

He originally wanted to find some white cloth and process it to make waterproof bandages, but to his surprise, there were waterproof cloths in this store.

"Oh, you are unlucky, be careful not to rub your mud on me!!" The boss pointed at the floating bridge, walked over aggressively, and scolded loudly, "You can't pay for it if it gets dirty. Come on! This is the cloth woven by the sharks in the South Sea, my treasure!"

Shen Fuqiao frowned: "South Sea Merman?"

"Huh, you don't know anything!" The boss pushed the floating bridge and held the shark cloth in his arms, "Those are beauties with tails! The cloth they weave is so soft and smooth that even His Majesty the Emperor couldn't put it down. It can even fall into pearls! My God! If I get one, I won’t have to worry about it for the rest of my life!”

He spoke a little excitedly, with a faint flicker of madness in his eyes. Shen Fuqiao was used to this kind of greedy ugliness. It was no surprise, and he didn't wake him up. Make a deal?"

"Then who the hell knows? Hey, why are you asking so much? Buy it or not, or get out if you don't buy it, don't disturb my business!"

Seeing that he couldn't answer the question, Shen Fuqiao gave up, took out the remaining silver from the back basket, and said, "How much shark cloth can these silver buy?"

The boss froze for a moment, looked at the floating bridge in surprise and suspicion, picked up the silver and put it in his mouth, regardless of whether there was mud on it or not.

"Oh, my lord, just think that what I said before is farting! It's just that the shark cloth is expensive, and the silver can only buy three feet, and it can't be made into a suit of clothes..."

Shen Fuqiao silently thought about Ning Yue's thin and slender waist, and felt that a three-foot cut was more than enough, and maybe he could change it again, so he said slowly, "It's okay, three feet is enough."

Hearing what he said, the boss hurriedly cut the cloth three feet and put it up for him. The movements were so sophisticated and quick that he was worthy of a person who has sold cloth for more than ten years.

When I first asked for this shaggy cloth, I was completely overwhelmed. I followed my colleagues for a fresh one, and the price he got was already very high. In this small town, even if I lost money, I couldn’t sell it. At this time, I was finally taken advantage of. , How can we wait for the other party to repent?

Shen Fuqiao didn't know that he had been defined as being taken advantage of, so he went to the market with shark cloth and guinea fowl on his back, bought some salt and harvested some vegetable seeds, and planned to open a vegetable garden outside the house.

Wild vegetables are indeed bitter, and it's no wonder Ning Yue is delicate.

When he returned to the mountain under the moonlight, the water surface near the river at the foot of the mountain was calm and without waves, and the unique autumn cold on the river surface was lingering under the bright and clear water. It was so hazy that people couldn't see too far.

Shen Fuqiao's clothes were a little thin, and when the night wind blew, he leaned against the rocks and coughed lowly. His shoulders were a little heavy, and most of the weight came from Ning Yu's rations.

Shen Fuqiao stopped and stopped all the way, and finally reached the door of the wooden house. He put down the basket unhurriedly, lit a bonfire around the wooden house, and finally pushed open the door gently.

Oops.

Shen Fuqiao's heart sank, and he suddenly realized that he came back too late, there was no lighting in the bathroom, and he didn't know what happened to the fish... But the bottom of the sea is also dark, and sharks grew up in the sea, so they should nothing will happen...

"Ning Yu?"

No one answered.

Shen Fuqiao didn't bother to close the door, walked quickly towards the bathroom, and opened the door with a bang.

I saw Ning Yu resting his hands on the edge of the bathtub, his long hair hanging down his chest, and the clear light pouring down from the half-open window, spreading across the room.

Ning Yu's exposed forearms and cheeks seemed to be three points brighter than the moonlight. He slightly raised his face, his lake blue eyes were terribly calm.

"...Are you okay?"

Shen Fuqiao saw that he was not in the right state, and asked softly.

Ning Yu still didn't respond.

Shen Fuqiao didn't rush forward, but went to the front of the stage and lit the oil lamp, and the bright light came on, dispelling the scary cold shadow.

As if his eyes were dazzled by the light, Ning Yu slowly came back to his senses, probably because his mind was not clear yet, his eyes looking at Shen Fuqiao were a little dazed.

The 22-year-old straight man of Shen Fuqiao loves pure love. Seeing that Ning Yu seemed to be scared out of his wits, and thinking that the cause was his own negligence, his heart suddenly softened.

He took a few steps forward, squatted down by the tub, and said in a soothing tone, with a gentler voice than usual, "Is something wrong?"

Ning Yu stared at him with a blank face for a while, then shook his head slightly. He had an injury on the side of his neck, which hurt a little from being pulled, and his delicate brows were furrowed, which seemed rather pitiful.

Seeing that he refused to speak, Shen Fuqiao didn't force it, just leaned over to check his wound, and said slowly: "Don't move, I'll find some herbs to bandage you, it won't be good if you drag on like this. "

Before Ning Yue could answer, Shen Fuqiao got up and went out to look for medicine. He walked a little hurriedly and didn't notice Ning Yue's eyes behind him. He was cold and calm, like some kind of poisonous snake, calmly Watch for prey that steps into the trap.

Shen Fuqiao didn't keep Ning Yu waiting long this time, and came in with a wooden grid tray, on which were placed daggers, cotton towels, cut into narrow strips of shark cloth and pounded herbs, and the bitter smell could be smelled far away.

"It may hurt a little, bear with it." Shen Fuqiao warmly reminded, and took out a white cotton towel from the tray, "If you really can't bear it, just bite this."

Ning Yu took the cotton towel with a cold face, and his sharp nails ran across the back of Shen Fuqiao's hand, leaving an inconspicuous mark.

Shen Fuqiao put the dagger on the oil lamp and burned it for a while, and when it cooled down, he stuck it to Ning Yu's forearm, cut off the soaked dead flesh bit by bit, and applied the medicine gently, trying to pick up the plate. Ning Yu, who had been silent from beginning to end, suddenly struggled violently.

"What's wrong?" Shen Fuqiao was a little puzzled, "Did it hurt you?"

He was careful enough.

There was undisguised disgust in Ning Yu's cold voice: "I don't use other people's cloth."

Shen Fuqiao was silent for a while, almost completely lost his goodwill towards Ning Yu, and felt a little tired suddenly facing such a willful and savage fish.He raised his finger and pinched the center of his eyebrows, his tone was not very good: "You don't like it, why didn't you say it at the beginning?"

Ning Yu didn't answer him, but shook off his hand, and got stuck in the water as soon as he slipped, and turned his back to the floating bridge, looking angry and unwilling to speak.

Shen Fuqiao was tired all day, and he was so cold when he finally got home, and his mood fell to the bottom. He threw the dagger on the plate with a slap and was about to get up and leave.

However, Ning Yu's long hair floated up, revealing his scarred and mottled back, and his entire upper body was extremely thin, making him look too fragile in the bathtub.

Shen Fuqiao untimely remembered the pair of lake blue eyes he saw when he opened the door, cold and dark, making people feel inexplicably sad.

... Also, the so-called protagonist at this time is just a stupid fish that has not yet awakened, and judging from the lifespan of the mermaid, he is still quite young.

He was seriously injured, originally belonged to the vast sea, but was shackled in a square inch, and his temper was normal, so he really shouldn't be too fussy with him.

Thinking of this, Shen Fuqiao sighed softly, took a step back in the tit-for-tat confrontation, put his knuckles on the edge of the bucket, and coaxed: "If you don't need it, don't use it. I brought you some food, you want to get up and eat order?"