Chapter 4 Divination

He sat back on the chair until the bell of the church in the distance rang again. Seven times in a row, Zhou Mingrui stood up slowly, came to the cupboard, and took out his clothes.

A black vest, formal dress of the same color, trousers with slightly tight ankles, a half-height hat, and a faint smell of scrolls, made Zhou Mingrui look at himself in the mirror, as if he was watching a British drama telling a Victorian story.

"I'm not going to the interview, I'm just buying vegetables and preparing the materials for the transshipment ceremony." Suddenly, he muttered in a low voice and shook his head and laughed.

Crane was so hung up on the upcoming interview that he became a physical instinct. When he was not focused enough, he habitually put on the only decent clothes.

Exhaling, Zhou Mingrui took off his formal dress and vest, changed into a brown and yellow old coat, and changed the top of his head into a round-brimmed felt hat of the same color.

After packing himself up, he strode to the edge of the high and low bed, lifted the upper cushion, put his hand in through the inconspicuous hole at the bottom, and groped for a while to find the mezzanine.

When his right hand shrank back, there was an extra roll of banknotes in his palm, about seven or eight, which were dark green and white.

This is all Benson's current savings, even including the living expenses of these three days, of which there are only two five sule bills, and the rest are one sule.

In the monetary system of the Kingdom of Rune, Sule is located on the second level, which comes from ancient silver coins. One Sule is equal to twelve bronze pence, with two face values: one and five.

At the top of the currency is the gold pound, which is also a banknote, but it is guaranteed by gold and directly linked. One gold pound is equal to twenty sules, with three face values: one, five and ten.

Zhou Mingrui opened the banknote and smelled a very light special ink fragrance.

This is the smell of money.

Perhaps it was the influence of Crane's memory fragments, or perhaps because of his unchanging thirst for money. At this moment, Zhou Mingrui felt that he had fallen in love with these little guys.

Look, their patterns are so exquisite that George III, who has two mustaches and is serious and old-fashioned, look so cute.

Look, the watermark seen through the sunlight is so attractive. The well-designed anti-counterfeiting label makes it completely different from the fake enchanting bitch!

After appreciating for dozens of seconds, Zhou Mingrui took out two banknotes of one-sule, re-rolled the rest, and stuffed them back into the mezzanine inside the cushion.

Smoothing the cloth near the hole, Zhou Mingrui folded the two banknotes neatly and put them in the pocket on the left side of the brown and yellow coat, separated from the few penies in his trouser pocket.

After doing all this, he put the key into the right pocket, took a big dark brown paper bag, and walked quickly to the door...

Da da, da, the footsteps went from fast to slow, and finally stopped.

Zhou Mingrui stood by the door, and his brows were wrinkled at some point.

There are many suspicions about Crane's suicide. Will there be any "accidents" if he goes out like this?

After pondering for a moment, Zhou Mingrui returned to the desk, opened the drawer, and took out the shiny brass revolver.

This is the only self-defense weapon he can think of, and it is also a powerful enough weapon!

Although he has never practiced shooting, just taking out this pistol can definitely scare people!

Rubbing the cold metal wheel, Zhou Mingrui stuffed the pistol into the pocket where the banknote was, clenched the banknote in his palm, and pressed the handle tightly with his fingers to hide it perfectly.

A sense of security was born naturally, and he, who knew a little about everything, suddenly had a worry:

"Will it be sent by mistake?"

After a lot of ideas, Zhou Mingrui quickly found an idea. He pulled out his pistol, threw the wheel to the left, turned the bullet nest vacated by "suicide" to the waiting position, and then closed it.

In this way, even if it is on fire, it is just an "empty bullet"!

After re-pucking the pistol, Zhou Mingrui put his left hand in his pocket and never took it out again.

He pressed the hat with his right hand, opened the door, and slammed out.

The corridor during the day was still dark, and the sunlight that could be penetrated by the window at the end was quite limited. Zhou Mingrui walked down the stairs quickly and left the apartment, only to feel the splendor and warmth.

Although it is close to July and it is the middle of summer at this time, Tingen is located in the north of the Kingdom of Rune, with unique climatic characteristics. The highest temperature in a year is less than 30 degrees Celsius on Earth. It is even cooler in the morning, and there are some places on the streets where dirty water flows and debris is scattered. In Crane's memory, where the low-income class lives, where Afraid of having a sewer, similar scenes are not uncommon, because there are many people, because of life.

"Come on, come on, delicious fried meat and fish!"

"Hot and fresh oyster soup, drink a bowl in the morning, cheer up all day long!"

"The fresh fish sent from the port only costs 5 pent a piece!"

"CAKE, EEL SOUP WITH GINGER BEER!"

"Conch, conch, conch!"

"The vegetables just collected from the farm outside the city are cheap and fresh!"

Mobile street vendors selling vegetables, fruits and cooked food shouted loudly and greeted passers-by in a hurry. Some of them would stop and buy carefully, and some would wave impatiently, because today's work had not been settled yet.

Zhou Mingrui smelled the smell and fragrance of the air. He held the handle of the gun firmly in his left hand and held the banknote tightly. He held the round-brimmed felt hat in his right hand, bent down slightly, and bowed his head through the noisy street.

Where there are many people, there are thieves, especially in this neighborhood, there are many semi-unemployed poor people doing temporary jobs and driven hungry children.

All the way, when the surrounding crowd density returned to normal, Zhou Mingrui straightened his waist again, raised his head high, and looked at the street.

There is a wandering accordionist playing there, and the melody is sometimes melodious and sometimes passionate.

Next to him, there were many children in ragged clothes who looked yellow due to malnutrition.

They listened to music, followed the beat, twisted their bodies according to their instincts, and danced their own dances. Their faces were full of happiness, as if they were a little prince and a little angel.

A woman with a numb expression passed by, her skirt was dirty and her skin was gloomy.

Her eyes were dull and dull. Only when she looked at the group of children did some light flash, as if she saw herself thirty years ago.

Zhou Mingrui overtook her, turned to another street, and stopped in front of "Sling Bakery".

The owner of the bakery is a grandmother in her seventies, named Wendy? Slin, her hair is all gray, and her face is always full of gentle smiles. Since Crane's memory, she has been selling bread and pastries here.

Well, the tingen cake and lemon cake she baked by herself were very delicious. Zhou Mingrui swallowed her saliva and smiled:

"Mrs. Sling, a pound of rye bread."

"Oh, little Crane, where's Benson? Haven't you come back yet?" Wendy asked with a smile.

"There are still a few days left." Zhou Mingrui answered vaguely.

Wendy sighed while taking the rye bread:

"He is really a diligent and good guy. He will have a good wife."

Speaking of this, she raised the corners of her mouth and smiled slightly mischievously:

"Now it's okay. You have graduated. We are graduates of the Department of History at Hoy University. Well, you can make money soon. You shouldn't live in an apartment like this now. At least you should have your own washroom."

"Mrs. Sling, you look like a young and lively lady today." Zhou Mingrui could only respond with a dry smile.

If Crane can successfully pass the interview and become a lecturer at Tingen University, the whole family will indeed rush directly to a well-off life!

In his memory fragments, he even fantasized about renting a detached house in the suburbs, with five or six rooms upstairs, two washrooms, a large balcony, two rooms downstairs, a dining room, a living room, a kitchen, a washroom, and an underground storage room.

This is not a luxury. Even a lecturer during the internship period at Tingen University can earn a weekly salary of 2 gold pounds, and 3 gold pounds and 0 sulers after being a regular position. You know, Crane's brother Benson, who has worked for many years, has only a weekly salary of pounds and 0 sulers. Ordinary workers in the factory are not even pounds or just a little over, and the rent of such a single-family house is It varies from pound to pound.

"This is the difference between a monthly income of three or four thousand and a monthly income of 14,000," Zhou Mingrui muttered to himself.

However, the premise of all this is to pass the interview at Tingen University or Beckland University.

As for other ways, people without background cannot be recommended to become public officials, and those who study history have a narrower scope of employment, and there is not much demand for private consultants for aristocrats or bankers and industrial tycoons.

Considering that the knowledge held by Crane has also become "fragments", incomplete and incomplete, Zhou Mingrui's expectations for Mrs. Sling are full of embarrassment and guilty.

"No, I've always been so young." Wendy answered humorously.

While talking, she packed the 16 weighed rye noodles into a large dark brown paper bag brought by Zhou Mingrui, and said with her right hand:

"A st."

Each rye bread weighs about 0.5 pounds, and the deviation is inevitable.

"A pent, didn't you want a peny two days ago?" Zhou Mingrui asked subconsciously.

Last month, it was even 5pence.

"You should be grateful for the repeal of the Grain Act and those who marched." Wendy spread her hands and smiled.

Zhou Mingrui nodded knowingly. Crane's memory of this was a little incomplete. He only remembered that the core of the grain bill was to protect the price of domestic agricultural products. Before the price rose to a certain extent, he did not import grain from Feneport, Marsey, Renburg and other countries in the south.

Why do some people march against it?

Without much to say, Zhou Mingrui was afraid of taking out a revolver, so he could only carefully take out a banknote, take out one of them, and hand it to Mrs. Sling.

After finding three copper pence and stuffing them into his trouser pocket, he carried a paper bag of bread and went to the "lettuce and meat" market across the street, working hard for the tender peas stewed lamb that his sister told him.

There is a municipal square at the intersection of Iron Cross Street and Daffodil Street. At this time, many tents have been set up, and clowns dressed in strange and funny clothes are sending leaflets everywhere.

"Will there be a circus performance tomorrow night?" Zhou Mingrui glanced at the leaflet in other people's hands and read the general content in a low voice.

Melissa must like it very much. I don't know how to charge for the tickets? The idea flashed, and Zhou Mingrui came closer.

He was about to ask one of the red and yellow clowns, and suddenly a hoarse female voice came from his side:

"Do you want to do fortune-telling?"

Subconsciously turning his head and looking around, Zhou Mingrui saw a woman in a pointed hat and a long black skirt standing in front of a low tent.

Her face is painted with red and yellow oil, and her eyes are deep gray and blue.

"No." Zhou Mingrui shook his head and replied, "How can he have spare money to divination?"

The woman smiled and said:

"My Tarot divination is very accurate."

"Tarot" Zhou Mingrui was stunned.

This pronunciation is very similar to the Tarot cards on Earth!

And the tarot cards of the earth belong to a kind of fortune-telling poker, but there are more "graphic cards" with their own symbols.

Wait, he suddenly remembered the origin of tarot divination in this world.

It did not come from the seven orthodox gods, nor was it an ancient legacy, but more than 170 years ago, by Russell, who was the consul of the Intis Republic at that time. Invented by Gustav.

Mr. Rossell invented the steam engine, improved the sailboat, overthrew the rule of the Intis Kingdom, and was recognized by the Church of the "God of Craftsmen" and became the first consul of the New Republic.

Later, he marched south and fought in the north, protecting Lenborg and other countries, making the Kingdom of Rune, Feneport, the Fusac Empire and other powerful countries in the northern continent bow their heads one after another, and then changed the republic into an empire again, calling himself "Caesar the Great".

It was during the reign of Russell that the "God of Craftsmen" church received the first public oracle since the "Fifth Era", changing the name of "God of Craftsman" to "God of Steam and Machinery".

Russell also invented tarot divination and laid the composition and gameplay of the current cards, including several types familiar to Zhou Mingrui, such as upgrading, fighting landlords, Texas and Quint.

In addition, he sent a fleet to find a waterway to the southern continent in storms and turbulence, opening the colonial era.

Unfortunately, when he was old, he was betrayed. In the fifth year, he was assassinated by the Eternal Sun Church, the Thoren family of the Tis royal family and other nobles, and fell into the White Maple Palace.

Remembering these common sense, Zhou Mingrui suddenly felt a little toothache.

This is not a time-traveler senior, is he?

Thinking of this, Zhou Mingrui wanted to see what the tarot cards here looked like, so he nodded to the woman with a pointed hat and an oil paint on her face:

"If it's not, uh, the price is reasonable, I'll give it a try."

The woman suddenly smiled and said:

"Sir, you are the first person to come to fortune-telling today. It's free."