Take Taobao with you to another world

Shara walked around in the nursery, the soft winter sun cast shadows on the window lattice, the babies made all kinds of babbling and babbling sounds in the square wooden cribs, each crib contained toys, all The wood has been carefully polished to remove the splinters, and some children are still sleeping, sleeping on soft and fluffy delicate pillows, with cotton gauze quilts covering their stomachs.A peculiar stench of milk wafted through the air as Shara walked down the aisle, examining their diapers one by one.

Her age was recorded as 12 years old. Here, everyone said that she was still a child, so it was not her job to take care of the baby, she didn't have to work.However, during the rest days when they don’t go to school, they can help adults do what they can, and then adults will score their workbooks, so that they can buy a lot of things they like in the shops in the residential area: delicious Snacks, surprise toys, and picture books, so when the holidays come, everyone rushes to sign up with the teacher.Shala has bought three comic books with the money she earned. She likes that Cinderella leaves her family under the guidance of a fairy, learns various skills from the elves of the forest, and strives to build herself with the help of her friends. At the end of the third book, Cinderella entertained and passed through the elves' territory, but she could no longer recognize her daughter's father. In return for the hospitality, her father told her that the king was going to collect taxes from the elves' territory, and at the same time and sent his own son, a prince, to rule them here.

Shara was eager to know what happened next. What she had learned in school could not make her read these things by herself, but she saw this set of books on the shelf of the store-bright colors, smooth flow. The lines, the beautiful characters, she just can't take her eyes off it.And the teacher who led them to the huge shop noticed her eyes. The gentle teacher helped her take down the book, and also read and explained the story of the first episode to her at the corner table. They gathered around and listened to the teacher read one book after another.Even though Shara had seen them so many times that the edges of the books were covered with tiny fuzz, she still loved them, like things that people told her were all hers.

Shara picked up a baby whose diaper had become heavy, and carefully supported his neck, and walked to the bathroom next door, where there were dry diapers, baskets for changing diapers, and soft-handed adults. Warm water to wash the little bottoms of the babies.Sometimes Shara and her classmates would carry the basket to the laundry room, where the grown-ups would dump the diapers into one of the big, always-thrilling machines, where they would be pounded and watered, Then these clean diapers are pushed out by the machine again, and people will send them to another place, boil them in smelly boiling water for a period of time, and finally wring them out to dry.

"This is really something that can only be used by princes and princesses!" A classmate who was born in a merchant family yelled at this.And there wasn't a single nobleman lying in the nursery—maybe some illegitimate child was in there too, but who could tell?After all, it has always been said that these are small animals worth only one silver coin. The adults who sell them don't care where these babies go or how they are treated. Of course, if they know, they may wish to turn back time and become babies themselves.Shara had heard the boy say that, but she had never thought of it herself.

Looking at the toothless smile of the baby in her arms, she felt that these little things really don't understand anything, they can't speak, they can't write, they can't even eat, they can only ton, ton, wow, wow, and pull Lala.

Although they are still pretty cute.

But the teacher also said she was cute.

There was a cry of pain from the side, she turned her head, and saw a classmate put the child into the cot with his face twisted, and then rubbed his chest, "She bit me! She has teeth!" He opened the collar and took a look, and then He bent down and clamped the small face with his palms, "Look, there are four teeth, look--" Then he was carried aside.

"Don't pinch their faces," said a deep voice, "they'll drool."

The boy looked up, and then obediently closed his mouth.A man at least two as wide as he was standing behind them, even Shala was covered by his shadow. The man walked to the side of the crib, took out a small square from his coat pocket, and nodded at the corner of the baby's mouth. point, and shook her hand with another finger.He walked to the other end of the nursery, followed by Shara and the others. The man put the basin in his arms on the countertop. The water in the large steel basin was rippling, and the milk bottles collided with each other, and the white milk was on the wall of the bottle. leave traces.Man - The head nurse in this nursery turned around and said to the students: "You watch my movements, and then ask me if you don't understand. You should pay attention to my hands and how to put the milk bottle, Don't feed them too fast, and when they're done, give them a little back pat—keep an eye on me, you know?"

His voice was low but clear, and his tone was not too harsh, the students nodded.

This powerful head nurse picked up a baby from the cot and put it on the work table covered with soft cloth, and began to demonstrate how to feed it. The students watched his movements, although many people had already fed it more than once. But no one looked away—no one wanted to be penalized in the small book so that they could not get enough points. The students who were greedy before secretly sucked a few mouthfuls after feeding, and the lessons they got were profound.The head nurse repeated the main points, and then let the students do it.

The students stayed in the nursery building until the afternoon. Babysitting is not considered physical work, but it is not easy, especially those who have to be companions in the toy room. When the get out of class bell rang in the distance, they all showed relief look.The head nurse distributed a snack to each of them, and then scored them one by one. The children stuffed their notebooks into their schoolbags, said goodbye to him, and ran to the nearest cafeteria.

The food in the hospital is less oily and watery than other canteens, but the taste is also very good, and the smell of disinfectant is not obvious here. These children who are already familiar with them are talking softly while eating. Most of the content is to buy something in the store tonight. .The boy opposite Shala said he wanted this, this, this and that, and Shala couldn't help but ask him, "Are you getting enough points?"

He pouted and snorted, "Not enough." He added, "I'll buy a little this time, and I'll buy a little more next time."

The classmate next to him said: "There are so many things in the 'mall', I don't know when we can buy them all."

"Dream." The boy said, "Fusong Port doesn't even have such a big shop with so many things."

"I can also buy a little this time and buy a little more next time." The classmate refuted him with his own words.

"Then you have to have a place as big as a palace to put them." The boy took a bite of hash browns, "I want to say that you will never want to buy them in your life, but the things here are too cheap. If I can buy them here If I sell my things to Fusong Port, I can become a rich man in a month and become the most famous businessman in the world.”

"Wouldn't that be the most famous person in the white boat?" Xia La said in a low voice.

Dayan pretended not to hear.

"Dayan, you said you are the son of a merchant, so how much are the things we eat worth at the port?" Another classmate asked.

The 13-year-old boy glanced at the tabletop. There was a steel tray that was as shiny as silver, a spoon that was also shiny, and a glass cup filled with a strong drink. He raised a finger, "At least one gold coin."

"What about this?" Another classmate tugged on his sleeve.

"There is no cotton cloth in Fusong Port, they will give you a silver coin." Dayan said, "You seem easy to buy."

The classmate made a cut, and the others got excited, taking out or pointing out various things to make Dayan pay, the boy was also talking nonsense in a serious manner, Shala had finished all the food and was drinking, and there were people in other parts of the cafeteria from time to time Looking at this corner, someone finally asked: "Then this is the most valuable thing we have?" He patted the textbooks in his schoolbag.

Dayan opened his mouth, "No."

After a while, he pulled out the red rope around his neck, and the red copper pendant dangled slightly at the end.

"The most expensive is it."

In the hours between weekend evenings and curfew, there's no better place to play for kids still adjusting to their new lives than a supply and marketing mall.Of course, their play is not like what they have seen or experienced in their past lives, running, shouting, bullying and teasing things weaker than them, the mall is full of valuables, they are neither allowed nor dare to mess around here, But there's also a place here just for them.

For children, the supply and marketing mall is very, very large. The first and second floors are completely connected, and only brick columns support the ceiling. Row after row of tall shelves stand on the clean floor. As soon as the children enter here, they will be very excited. Will consciously take off shoes and walk barefoot.At first it was led by the teachers, but later they were almost spontaneous - because apart from the classrooms, this is the only place where lights are lit until nightfall, and the children's corner in the mall is actually bigger than their classrooms, with slides, low swings, climbing Climbing wall, white sand pool, various toys, and rows of tables and chairs, and there are bookshelves nearby. The books on the shelves are not commodities, and they can read them freely.

Not all the students will come here, some people are still afraid to go out, not to mention the beds in the dormitory are quite comfortable.Even though these children are all here now, this corner does not seem crowded. When the children's corner was not full, there were only more than 100 students in their group, which was far less than the number of adults attending day and night schools. .In this residential area where there is neither poverty nor hunger, people seem to have only two things in life, one is work and the other is study.Except for the children who are working as "students", other people don't have much time to study, and they don't have a relaxing time. You can see different people on the school playground during and after class. Playing the ball game, but the energy with which they deal with this matter and the tricks they have come up with for this is really jaw-dropping.

The night outside the window was getting darker. Before the curfew, Shala put down her pen and looked back. There were already two people playing. She was probably the third person to complete the homework. She closed the homework book with her sore fingers, She stood up quietly, turned around and threw herself into the toy area behind her, and then others joined in the happy procession one after another.When people from the shopping mall brought them water, only three or four people were still at the table frowning bitterly.The students took out their cups one after another and waited for the people in the mall to fill them up. They did not leave immediately after pouring the water, some sat next to the students who had not finished their homework, some bent down to talk softly to others, their People quickly surrounded me.

Students love them because these women are thoughtful and patient, guide them through homework, help them read books they don't understand, and do just as well as their teachers in these things.Before being taken on the white boat to the place of residence, most—almost all the students have never seen such people, like "people in the mall", like teachers, head nurses, people who operate machines in the infant building, and There are many others, almost all of them.

The cold wind blew through the streets, and the children leaving the mall shrank their heads from the warm to the cold, not that they had become so delicate.The light of the street lamp illuminated the road, and they walked towards the school. Halfway there, they found that a street lamp had gone out, and there was complete darkness in the middle of the road, and the school gate was not far ahead.

They walked over, but they were closer to each other. Shala's hand almost touched the person next to her. She tripped, and the person next to her pulled her, "Is there a stone?"

"No."

Holding the boy's arm, Shara moved carefully through the darkness, though she and the others had swept the path and knew there was no mud, stones, filth, or corpses, not even a big one on the hard pavement. There is no sand in it, which is the imprint of her past life.

The boy she had caught exhaled and looked to the sky.I can't see the stars in the black sky, will it rain tomorrow?Will it still snow?

Fusong Port in Orbis never snows. It should be the first rain in winter at this time. The rain falls from the roof to the street, gathers into a stream, and finally flows into the sea.The cold rain brings cold and depression, and his family members far away should be asleep at this time. Is there him and his blessings in their dreams?

Dayan was not the son of a slave, not a "rat", not a "superfluous child", he was the eldest son of a middle-class merchant family, and he hardly ever remembered poverty, hunger, and lowliness—many people learned it first, and it was with them from life In a word to death, Fusong Port is well-known for its wealth and prosperity, but just as trees must have fallen leaves, Fusong Port is so prosperous, so it has more scum from the bottom than other places.Many people were born lowly and died lowly. If there were no people from Baichuan, the fate of his classmates would be almost doomed.Yet he was no better than them.When he was rescued from being a child prostitute, he firmly believed that everything was the fault of the goddamn human traffickers. His family must be anxiously looking for his important eldest son in various places in the royal city. Feeling resentful, but to his surprise, the crew took him off the ship the next day after hearing his cry and sent him to a street near his father's shop.

Dayan sprints home and is cast out like an exorcist, writhing and crying on the ground, everything about his good old life being clubbed to pieces—he was born first, treated with care, but not As the heir expects, a child has just been born, and the magician engraves a pattern on the back of the baby, sealing the bad luck that haunts the family into the young body. Before the age of 13, it must not be angered, let alone bleed. Once it reaches the age of thirteen , just send it away quietly, and let people who know nothing harm him, and the evil spirit will be transferred accordingly.

Shocked, heartbroken, pain that went deep into the marrow, and then turned into a burning flame, he lay on the ground with blood streaming down his face, cursing viciously at them, and rejoicing in their panicked faces in a daze, until the people of the White Ship put him on the ground again. take away.

When will he go back?

When can he go back?

Herman was also thinking about this question.He was lying on the bed, looking at the white ceiling, the dim light of the street lamps made the room hazy, and the sound of his roommate's snoring echoed, but it wasn't because of this that he couldn't fall asleep.

Half of the winter has passed, and he has adapted to the new life. From the extreme resistance at the beginning to the habit now, he is maturing, not only mentally, but also a little taller. His arms and thighs have become stronger and more powerful because of good diet and exercise. Although he looked a little thin in the mirror, it was because his body was still growing.He cut his hair short, learned to write with a pen, and wrote daily work notes, which he kept under his pillow with his diary written in his native language, and no one else touched them.

On the outside, he can still see what he used to look like, but inside, he is no longer what he used to be.Originally, he was extremely resistant to the arrangement of becoming a farmer. If he could choose, Heman would prefer to be a laborer. Among the various low-level skills he learned in order to board the white ship, farming is the simplest and far from their goal. Farthest, he couldn't bear to be a serf himself, even if they made him the leader of the team right away—they worked three days first, leveling the land the first day, digging ditches the next, and the third Three days later, the team that Herman was in was summoned, and the people who managed them asked them to choose their two captains. Nuts dropped into the big bowl behind them.Herman, unexpectedly and not unexpectedly, became the vice-captain, co-managing a total of 32 people under his command with another person.After the voting, they got a sign and a document. The sign said "The Eighth Production Team of the Tenth Production Area" in local characters. Everyone stamped their identity bronze medal on the document as a seal, and then The captain drew lots to grab a piece of land, and the overseer took the team over and told them that the wide, flat, green and green land was their ration land from now on. The land will no longer give them food for free.

They can still go to the cafeteria to eat, and they can also go to the warehouse to collect daily rations, but from now on it will become a debt; they can still get paid for leveling the land, digging ditches, planting trees and repairing roads, but the payment cannot offset the debt ——Food is only repaid with food; except for debts, the output of the land in the first three years does not need to pay taxes, and seeds, young crops, fertilizers and agricultural tools can all be purchased with their working income; they must obey the laws of the place where they live, and they must not kill or rape , not to steal, each production team must complete the assigned learning tasks, and each person must attend at least [-] days of night school every month...

Winter is a season of recuperation anywhere, but here, there is not a day when they are not exhausted and fall asleep.

Order, obedience, Herman could understand, but why impart knowledge to these people - these stupid, selfish, lying slaves and slum scum?Why go to so much trouble, devise so many means of motivation and encouragement, why care about their bodies and minds, why eat and live with them, listen to their voices, why make them believe that they are a human being, with them The same person as the ruler of the place of residence?Even if there are as many means of punishment in the process of training and persuasion, how many people can not be touched by them?

including him.

Until last week, he had no idea that the captain who was selected with him was also from the "inland". All the managers and builders in the place of residence were from the "inland". , integrated more than a dozen production teams, enabling them to complete an unimaginably huge amount of work in just half a month, and his age was only four years older than Herman's.Birth is both ability, and it is these people from the "inland" who built this huge town in this remote place - they don't even bother to call it a "city" - built a port and a well-connected road for steel locomotives to pass through. On this piece of land that was long abandoned by orcs, the water canals cut the land into a chessboard like strokes, and many tall and perfect buildings landed like chess pieces. People walk among them, work at sunrise and study at sunset, and work closely together. We get along very well, as if everyone is gentle, rational, and meticulous, without any vulgarity, if not for them, they would also be injured, bleed, scold and frustrated. Different people still have different personalities, just like the people of Utopia.

But gods!They are women, orcs, survivors, and branded slaves!They may have one or two valuable qualities, but none of them—should never be managers and organizers, and they are no less than the most outstanding talents Heman has ever seen!No one is born noble, they have neither accumulation nor destiny, who distinguished and purified their souls from the dust, and who endowed them with talent and status?In Herman's limited knowledge, history has never existed, nor should it exist—how could there be such a gifted person and ruler?

He couldn't think about it.

The white ship—HNA No. [-] will set sail again in two days. The captain asked him, "Do you want to write a letter?"

Herman's identity was no longer a secret in the eyes of many people, although he did not, like other spies, confess to those who trusted him and those he trusted, and gained new life from understanding... The residence is very tolerant in this regard.He can buy a stamp and send a letter, and the crew will notify his family to pick it up after arriving at Fusong Port. The contents of the letter must be read by more than one person, but that is not a problem.

It is not those problems that make him pick up a pen but can't write a word, and has suffered from insomnia until now.

How should he tell his parents who are waiting in a distant country that it is absolutely impossible to monopolize trade and monopolize profits by their "normal means"?The princes and nobles thought about how to prevent the strangers from continuing to travel eastward to contact other seaside countries, and sent countless spies like him to spy on the starting point of the strangers, hoping to obtain a piece of their unique shipbuilding skills. Their foresight and The courage to act quickly once fascinated Herman, but he didn't know that the world was changing.How many people can think that on the other side, in this barbaric land that is regarded as the country of beasts, the world has been turned upside down?Anyone who comes here to take a look will know that this is by no means a simple regime change. The foreigners are expanding, and what they are doing is not just expanding.They are like a torrent of storm, changing all the people involved beyond recognition.