1069: C1069 Daily Life

C1069 Daily Life

"That's it. Come on, let me see what my baby girl looks like."

After changing into a set of coarse cloth clothes for Little Charcoal, Ye Chen turned her over. He pushed away the fluffy bangs on his forehead and saw a delicate and thin face of a little girl.

Her thin eyebrows, small nose, and stubborn lips were pursed. The most prominent thing was that her outline was very big, making people look forward to how big her eyes would be when she opened them. At this moment, his eyes were still narrow, only revealing a small gap. From this gap, one could see the entire world coldly.

As long as she was in a good mood and had a cheerful personality, one day, this pair of eyes would completely open and accept this new and beautiful world. This was what Ye Chen thought.

Her facial features were straight, and her facial features were delicate and pretty. However, she was too thin and too thin, causing her jawbone to protrude. In addition, her malnourished yellowish face affected the beauty of her entire face, making her not very pretty.

However, the temperament that was revealed from this face left a deep impression in people's minds.

It seemed that there was no need to explain the matter of washing the hair and body washing powder to Little Charcoal. The social class that she was in usually did not have access to these things. She did not know how expensive it was, but the clothes were easy to explain. In any case, it was just a piece of coarse cloth.

It seemed that there were still a lot of things to prepare tomorrow. At least he had to buy some fabric to make some new and old clothes for Little Charcoal. He just didn't know how his mother's craftsmanship was. He hoped that her pants wouldn't be made into a long dress.

Under the night sky, on the way home, he probably washed his clothes clean. Little Charcoal's footsteps seemed to be light and light as he walked in front of them. Behind him, his long, dry mercury hair fluttered in the wind from time to time. It was as if he was in the same mood as Little Charcoal.

His father and mother were a few meters behind him, muttering about various things in a low voice.

One of the most confusing questions was that according to the information, Little Charcoal was not a question from her parents.

Those who knew were also vague and not very sure. So there was only a big question mark on the information. But... When Little Charcoal revealed his long silver hair, his father and mother instantly understood the doubts of those who knew him.

According to the records, Little Charcoal's parents were not mercury colored people. Their original hair color wanted to create this mercury colored color that was very unique in Flower Demon Clan. Individually, it was still relatively difficult. Of course, there was also the possibility of genetic mutation. All in all, the rumors were probably about Little Charcoal's mercury long hair. Compared to his parents, it was too abrupt.

However, his mother seemed to have another opinion. This strange mercury-colored hair... It might not be the original hair color of Little Charcoal. Maybe it was corroded by the coal mines that had stuck on it for so many years. There might also be grief, sadness, malnutrition, and many other factors. That was why it had changed.

What kind of strange erosion, grief, and malnutrition was needed to make such mercury long hair? Father expressed that you thought too much about it.

In short, this matter was put aside for now. The most important thing right now was to make Little Charcoal happy, and gradually weaken the negative feelings in her heart.

After that, the family of three went out and used the "little money" that his father had on hand to prepare some essential daily necessities.

Along the way, no one knew Little Charcoal. Everyone was attracted by this petite girl with strange mercury hair. Of course, it only attracted them for a moment, no matter how rare it was. The mercury hair could not be eaten as food. A piece of bread with a belly was more important.

With this thought in mind, the miners who came and went only glanced at it briefly before turning their heads and burying their heads back into their work. Little Charcoal's existence might disappear from everyone's sight soon.

Of course, this was not a big deal. At most, it would make these people say, "That little guy finally can't hold it anymore and left." Or even more, "That dirty and smelly coal mine has finally disappeared. From now on, you don't have to worry about the stench anymore." Such a vicious sigh.

After coming to Flower Demon King City, his useless father and mother were stunned. Where should they buy daily necessities?

It wasn't that they didn't know where the commercial street of Flower Demon King City was. It was just that... The place they knew was a place Cultivator and those with money would go. Obviously, it did not conform to their current status. The poor should also have their own business circle.

Fortunately, Little Charcoal seemed to have seen the embarrassment of his parents, who had disappeared for five years. He led them to the civilian trading area, but right after that... His parents, who had never dealt with such cheap and crude goods or second-hand goods, were once again full of holes. In the end, it was their experienced daughter who bargained for a suitable price. She prepared some daily necessities.

During this time, a wretched merchant pointed at Little Charcoal and asked, Is this little fellow for sale? He was sent flying by an angry father. He caused a disturbance and was chased by a large group of villains who were holding wooden clubs and iron rods. He fled in panic between the streets and alleys. He also relied on the guidance of Little Charcoal, who was familiar with the terrain. That was why they were able to get rid of these fellows.

In fact, they should be glad that they did not catch up. Their father, who felt that he was not useful at all and had caused trouble for Little Charcoal everywhere, muttered in a low voice, unconvinced.

"Looks like I won't be able to come here again during this period of time."

As he steadily taught his father not to be impulsive when encountering such things in the future, he showed a faint smile to his father's daughter. She looked like an angel, at least in the eyes of a useless father.

All in all, the most basic and basic daily necessities should be prepared now.

Looking at the basket of things on his father's back, his mother's eyes were obviously secretly happy, as if she was saying, Wow, where did this scavenger come from, today's harvest is huge.

Regarding this, Ye Chen rolled his eyes, but he had nothing to refute. In any case, this woman had seen through his shameful side, so it was not a bad thing.

The large basket behind him, after some hard work, was finally filled with things. There was a container of water that he bought from a dirty old man. It was said to be his favorite work.1

However, this crookedly shaped basket had a malnourished appearance like a jube. It made people wonder if it could stand up safely on flat ground. Then, the sea of cracks on its surface could be said to be specially made patterns. No matter how Ye Chen looked at it, such a water jar was like a child casually molding clay and adding the superlative failure of a failed kiln.

Every time his gaze fell on the water jar, Ye Chen would unconsciously have an idea. "If an unlucky poor person's miserable life is to be shown in a materialistic way, it would probably be like this jar."

In a sense, if it was brought to Earth, perhaps it would indeed attract the attention of a foolish artist with unique taste. He would respectfully call it an abstract art piece and spend a large sum of money to buy it.

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