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

Shen Fuqiao picked some melons and beets from the vegetable bed, went up the mountain to pick some wild honey fruits, and cut some branches to cut them.

Ning Yu seems to like to eat.

However, Ning Yu prefers to eat meat, but there is no trace of meat at home, so Shen Fuqiao had to go to town.

He had already spent all his money to buy the shark cloth last time. This time, he had to go to the clinic first to see if he could get the final payment. If it was not enough, he could carry a few melons. Fruits that are out of season should sell better. .

"Master Shen!"

Feng Zhu, who was emptying the medicine cabinet, saw someone coming, put down what he was doing, and walked towards the floating bridge.

Shen Fuqiao smiled gently, and stated his purpose: "I came to the door today to ask if I can advance part of the money."

Fengzhu nodded, ran to the inner room and took out a money bag, and poured out all the silver in it: "The master has not returned yet, and the key to the money box is not in my hands, so these are the only things that can be circulated. to blame."

Shen Fuqiao took half of it, pushed the remaining half back, and said in a warm voice: "These silvers are enough. If you were not willing to buy it, Shen's situation would be much worse. How can you blame him?"

This is true.Although medicinal materials can be sold anywhere, it is very troublesome to travel around to find buyers.

Shen Fuqiao is unfamiliar with the place of life, and his body is weak. There must be only a handful of medical centers in this small town that can buy so many precious medicinal materials at once. Fengzhu is willing to accept the risk, and Shen Fuqiao is grateful.

Fengzhu scratched his head when he heard the words, a little embarrassed, showing two pointed canine teeth, stretched his lips and said with a smile: "Mr. Just meet."

He put away the rest of the money, noticed something in the basket of Shen Fuqiao, and went online again: "Did Mr. Shen bring some medicinal materials today?"

"It's not a medicinal material." Shen Fuqiao lifted the shoulder rope and put down the basket, took out a few melons from it, and handed it to Fengzhu, "It's grown at home, please don't dislike it."

Fengzhu opened a pair of big eyes, and said in surprise: "Is there still melons ripe this season?"

"...Yeah, maybe it's on the mountain, the climate is different."

Farewell to the wind candle, the back is also a little lighter, just as the sun is shining, Shen Fuqiao found a shady place, sat by the tree and set up a melon stall.

No one bought it, so he ate it himself.

Wearing a bamboo hat and a coarse linen shirt, he sat on the floor in the bustling streets, looking like a man in a book.

"Hey, can this melon be sold?"

The visitor was dressed in a gown with wild goose feathers, his long hair was tied up high with a white jade crown, and when he stretched out his hand, he could see the delicate wrist buckles, so he could tell at a glance that he was the son of a wealthy family.

The young man seemed to be heated up, and he didn't care about etiquette. He squatted down and began to pick melons, muttering words in his mouth, with a bitter tone: "It's not good for you little bastard to run away, but why hide in this remote place? Lord found you, otherwise you would look good!"

Shen Fuqiao raised his eyes, but didn't say anything after all.

"That's it! Clean it up for me!" The young master pointed to the biggest melon, took out a small dagger with broken Xuanyao from his waist, and threw it to Shen Fuqiao unceremoniously.

Shen Fuqiao stretched out his hand to catch it, raised his finger and turned it around, and finally threw it back into the arms of the original owner, and said with a warm smile, "The blood blade is not for cutting melons."

The casualness on Meng Qiuguan's face disappeared for a moment. He stared carefully at the thin melon farmer in front of him, and noticed that there were no calluses between his knuckles, and his demeanor was not like that of a countryman, but like a reclusive scholar.

But he could easily identify the Throat Sealing Blade. He cleaned the dagger cleanly, leaving no trace of blood or aftertaste.

How could it be an ordinary scholar?

"I don't know what your name is?"

Shen Fuqiao avoided answering, just cut the melon with his own dagger to remove the flesh, and handed it to Meng Qiuguan: "My lord, just watch and give it to me."

Meng Qiuguan, however, seemed to be incomprehensible, insisting on asking clearly: "Could it be that your Excellency is the guest of some lord in the capital, and you don't want to reveal your identity?"

Shen Fuqiao couldn't help but lament that this silly boy had a strange brain circuit.

"My surname is Shen, and the single name has a super character. I'm just a grassroots person. Don't give me money, my son."

Meng Qiuguan thought about it, but he couldn't think of a person named Shen Yue, let alone someone who was famous.

The person in front of him...is indeed not familiar.

"Okay." Meng Qiuguan took the melon and tested it with the silver needle that he carried with him. He was relieved when he saw that it was not poisonous.

Originally, I was really thirsty, so I had to stop to buy some melons in this dilapidated stall to quench my thirst. However, the melons between my teeth are cool, sweet and crisp.

Mr. Meng is a fool with a lot of money, so he didn't inspect the rest of the melons, so he directly asked the hidden guards hidden in the market to pack them up and take them away.

When the hidden guard squatted down to collect the melons, Shen Fuqiao noticed the black mask on his face, which was thin and supple, and looked mysterious under the light and shadow.

It is made of shark cloth.

"Wait." Shen Fuqiao suddenly asked, seemingly inadvertently, "My lord, what material is this mask made of? Why has Shen never seen it before?"

Meng Qiuguan looked in the direction of his finger, and replied indifferently: "There are so many cloths in the world, isn't it normal that you haven't seen them before? Why do you ask this?"

Shen Fuqiao smiled, with a soft voice, not aggressive: "The lady at home has been talking about the new clothes for a long time, and she is wondering what fabrics to make him happy. No, I finally met the right one, so I thought about it. Ask."

"It's shark cloth. If your wife likes it, I'll send you one as reward for melons today." Meng Qiuguan glanced at Shen Fuqiao's poor clothes, and said.

"You will not be rewarded for your merits." Shen Fuqiao warmly refused, "But this shark cloth...is it woven by sharks? How could it be used by humans?"

"Yeah." Meng Qiuguan became a little impatient, and since he didn't understand this question in detail, he answered sloppyly, "It should be a transaction between the two clans."

Shen Fuqiao's heart sank, inexplicably having a bad premonition.

The mermaids are arrogant, blindly xenophobic, and would never trade with humans unless necessary.

But now it seems that shark cloth is widely circulated in this country.

Ning Yu might... be in big trouble.

Meng Qiuguan left at some point, Shen Fuqiao sat for a while, then got up and carried the basket on his back, and walked towards the market.

Worrying is just an act, and it's a joke to worry about it. That's the way Ning Yue should go. It had nothing to do with him in the first place, and it's still the same now.

I may have been so confused by the docile and soft fish these days, I actually forgot his sharp and violent aggressiveness, and his aura of the protagonist of the cool article.

No matter what...he will become the shark king.

What stupid did I do, for a moment... to actually want to protect him?

Does cannon fodder protect the protagonist?

Shen Fuqiao looked at his pale and thin knuckles through the sunlight, laughing at himself secretly.

After going to the market, Shen Fuqiao first picked up all kinds of vegetable seeds, bought a few guinea fowl chicks, quail, and some cooked meat, and put them in a basket to go home.

Then I passed by a fabric store and remembered that the fish at home needed a bandage change, so I bought some silk and spent most of the money.

There's no way, Ning Yu's skin is thin and tender, and he couldn't find a replacement for his inner shirt last time. Now that he has the conditions, he changed him into a better cloth by the way.

"Sell jujube candied cake, sell jujube candied cake, nourish the blood and nourish the skin, buy it back for the lady to eat, the lady will be very happy!"

There is no wife in Shen Fuqiao's family, but there is a fish that is recuperating.He stopped to buy some and carried them in his hand, and walked out of the town while it was still early in the sky, and set foot on the mountain road.

When I was about to return to the house, the sun had not yet set, and it was much cooler in the mountains than in the town. Although the sun was still in the sky, the vegetation was shaded and the mountain wind was blowing, which was quite pleasant.

Seeing that the wooden house was not far away, Shen Fuqiao couldn't climb up it in one go.There was a faint colic in his heart, and his internal organs seemed to be involved in pain when he breathed, and his limbs were numb and soft.

The chicken cubs in the basket were still jumping about. During this short distance, Shenfuqiao stopped several times. The coughing sound was slow and fast, and there was a lingering sweetness in his throat.

Ning Yu heard it.

He leaned up and looked at the mountain road through the slightly open window. His excellent eyesight allowed him to clearly see the fine beads of sweat on the pale brow of Shen Fuqiao.

The hand clasped in front of him deformed the wood, and the sharp nails stabbed out uncontrollably, digging deep into the edge of the barrel.

He can not eat meat... Can Shen Fuqiao not go down the mountain?

After a while, Shen Fuqiao slowly pushed open the chai gate.

He leaned against the door and coughed sullenly for a while, before he managed to catch his breath.

"elder brother."

Clingy.

There was a little smile on the corner of Shen Fuqiao's pale lips that he didn't even notice, which was particularly abrupt on the haggard and sickly face.

He put down the back basket, took off the bamboo hat, and carrying the red date candy cake, he opened the door of the bathroom.

"Does your stomach still hurt? Or are you hungry again?"

Ning Yu looked at the red date candy cake in his hand, and then at his sweat-drenched eyebrows, his throat was a little sore, he pursed his lips and did not speak.

Shen Fuqiao thought to himself, the advertisements are indeed deceiving, and what are they talking about, this silly fish doesn't even give him a good face.

He sighed secretly, washed his hands at the sink, unpacked him patiently, and put it by the tub.

"See if you like it. If you don't like it, forget it. I bought other ones."

The package looked a little cheap, and the jujube candy inside looked too sweet and greasy. Ning Yu was used to pick and choose, but now he slowly reached out and took a small piece into his mouth.

He chewed very slowly, as if something made his cheeks sore, Shen Fuqiao just looked at him like this, with an inexplicable expression.

A sea of ​​obscure tears gradually formed in Ning Yuhu's blue eyes, the sea became bigger and more turbulent, and when his eyelashes fluttered, they turned into pure white pearls that rolled down onto the wet floor.

Those were tears that he had never shed in his previous life.