Wearing the Rags Chapter 8

Gotta try again.

Anyway, trying again tonight.

Byron made up his mind, closed the book and asked Rudy Meng to look at the store. He went back to the bedroom alone to look through the photo album and found the photos of his parents.

His mother had been frail and sick since she was a child. It was said that she almost had no way to feed her since she was born, and she had been taking medicine since she was a child.

Grandma and grandpa took her everywhere to see doctors, but she never got better. It is said that when grandma was desperate, she asked a very spiritual master to tell her mother's fortune. The master told her that she would not live to be ten years old.

Of course, the grandparents refused to believe this. From that time on, they made up their minds to try every means to cure their daughter's illness. Even if they couldn't be cured, they still wanted to make her happy.

In order to take personal care of him, his mother only completed junior high school in the town. She did not go to high school in the county with her uncle and aunt, nor went to college.

Except for medical treatment when she was a child, she has never left her hometown town in her life, and she has always been carefully raised in front of her grandma and grandpa.

She has known since she was a child that she will not live long and is ready to accept death at any time, so she cherishes company very much and especially likes to take pictures.

There are thousands of photos of her from childhood to adulthood in the photo album at home.

Even though she looked pale and weak inside, and her condition was not good at all, she still looked at the camera happily and smiled sweetly.

She also always likes to take pictures with others.

With my parents, my brother, my sister, my cla**mates, when I grow up, with my husband, and my children.

She also likes to take pictures, especially of Byron.

His father, on the other hand, has a stunning face, but rarely takes pictures.

In the entire photo album, there is not a single photo of his father. They are all family photos taken together by his mother.

Byron took three photos of his parents at different times with his mobile phone and went to a print shop to print them out.

Just in case he couldn't bring the plastic with him, he also asked the owner of the printing shop to print two large copies and ten small copies using ordinary A4 paper.

After ten o'clock, the number of tourists began to increase. Byron was paying the bills while taking care of the sausages, corn and tea eggs.

Rudy Meng was in charge of the fruit stall and ran to the street from time to time to look around to see if there were any customers.

Byron took every opportunity to write down his experience last night in his notebook, just in case his aunt and his family would be anxious if he didn't come back. He also told Rudy Meng to remember to feed him something every night.

I don't know if he can eat the food over there. If someone feeds him, at least he won't starve to death.

Rudy Meng came back from a stroll outside and saw Byron still writing. He asked doubtfully, "Brother, what are you writing? You've been writing all day."

Byron: "Nothing."

Rudy Meng: "You said that friend couldn't be you, right?"

"No." Byron closed the notebook and asked, "Daqiang, if you traveled through time..."

"Time travel?"

"Yes, you have traveled to a different world. If you want to survive smoothly, what do you think you should do?"

"You said it wasn't you!" Rudy Meng immediately became interested and moved next to Byron, waiting for him to elaborate.

"Okay, okay, just think of it as me." Byron closed the book to prevent Rudy Meng from discovering that he was writing a suicide note, "What should I do if I travel to a different world?"

Rudy Meng thought: "It's a different world, right..."

"right."

"What kind of different world? Future, cyber, apocalypse, wasteland..."

"A very primitive one, with orcs, elves and dragons."

"Western fantasy." The game expert immediately excluded the search, "Is this not popular anymore? You write about cyberspace, I like cyberspace! I recently played a cyberspace game..."

Byron interrupted him: "That's it!"

"Oh," Rudy Meng was forced to stop his excitement and asked, "Then what race are you? Human, dwarf, elf, half-elf?"

"......Humanity."

"Then you go learn magic."

"Learn magic? Where to study?"

"Novice Village! Don't you have a mentor? Don't you want to choose a profession?"

Byron was speechless for a while.

I wish I had it.

"Nothing like that."

"Then you follow the plot."

Byron: ...

Go mining with them, or slay dragons?

Byron tried his best to tell the accident like a story, "Look, the general setting is that the protagonist travels to the world of orcs. He has no magic, no special abilities, no kung fu, no master, no partners, and there are still people outside. There are unknown dangers. He only has one life and cannot go back and start over..."

The more Rudy Meng listened, the deeper his frown deepened. He couldn't help but interrupt Byron and asked, "Is there any girl?"

"......No."

"Cute pet?"

"......nor."

"Treasure?"

Byron shook his head.

Rudy Meng was puzzled: "Then if you set it like this, will anyone still see it?"

Byron: ...

He gave Byron advice: "You have to give some rewards, right? If not, you can just create a love line."

Byron muttered tiredly: "Let's survive first."

Rudy Meng clapped his hands and said, "You are definitely going to hit the street!"

Byron: ...

He curled up the corners of his notebook paper.

Rudy Meng asked again: "Then what is the main point of your story?"

The more Byron talked, the more he felt guilty: "Maybe... the tadpole is looking for its mother..."

"The tadpole is looking for its mother?" Rudy Meng was stunned for a moment, and then he condensed a thousand words into one sentence: "I'll strangle him."

Byron: ...

Seeing that Byron was really unhappy, Rudy Meng scratched his head and asked cautiously: "How about changing it?"

Byron: "Don't change!"

Rudy Meng: "Then, let's not change it! You, you, um... yes, you add a golden finger to the protagonist! Then you meet a beautiful female elf or something."

"Goldfinger?" Byron automatically ignored the beautiful female elf and thought for a moment, "Yes! He can carry food from the modern world!"

"System documentation?" Rudy Meng looked at the sky, "Can I exchange it for tanks and aircraft later?"

"...Probably not." He couldn't even bring his cell phone with him.

Rudy Meng: "How about you go into business and open a small supermarket like ours? How about 'I open a supermarket in a different world'?"

Byron blinked, but before he could think about it, Rudy Meng objected first, "No, how can I find my mother when I open a supermarket..."

Byron suddenly said: "I think it's okay."

"ah?"

"Open a supermarket, sell food, and exchange clues with the indigenous orcs. When we have clues, we will take action!" Byron's eyes became brighter and brighter, and his tone suddenly became high-pitched.

Rudy Meng was startled by Byron's reaction. He was startled and clapped his hands in cooperation: "Ah, yes, yes, he is indeed my brother, he is so smart! Then how many more masters can you arrange for him? He will be a powerful companion." Ah, the mysterious sweeping monk who often comes here to drink."

Byron grabbed Rudy Meng's shoulders, his hands trembling with excitement: "Thank you, Daqiang!"

"You're welcome." Seeing him so excited, Rudy Meng was a little dumbfounded. Is writing a novel so difficult?

He couldn't help but persuade: "What about that, brother? Our main business is to open a supermarket, and we can do creative work in our free time. If no one sees it, you must remember that we don't make money from that!"

"Yes, I know." Byron let go of him and gave him a red envelope, "We will eat well today."

Rudy Meng looked at the two hundred red envelopes and couldn't help but said again: "Brother, you must tell me when you start serializing. I will collect, comment and reward!"

"Yeah." Byron no longer cared about what he said, picked up the notebook and started writing down inspiration.

Rudy Meng cautiously moved forward with small steps to take a peek, bringing sausages, bread, biscuits, fruits...

Yes, his brother's novels are quite realistic, but at least bring a lighter and a flashlight!

Rudy Meng shook his head silently, he should go buy food.

When his brother starts serializing, he will ask his cla**mates to help him subscribe.

"Big strong."

"Um?"

"Don't tell anyone."

Rudy Meng patted his chest and promised: "Don't worry! I'm the strictest!"

As a result, while waiting in line to buy food, he couldn't help but share his important discovery with his sister and buddies: "My brother is writing a novel."

The buddies were extremely supportive: "Is that your boss brother? Damn, he's so awesome. He can start a business and write novels."

Rudy Meng: "That's right!"

But my sister disagreed with this argument: "I asked you to keep it a secret, right?"

Rudy Meng: "...Yeah."

Elise Meng: "Haha."

Rudy Meng: ...

Elise Meng: "Some people still find time to do side jobs when they are bosses. Why don't you reflect on that?"

Hey, are they biological sisters? !

Rudy Meng was furious and immediately sent a voice message: "Elise Meng! I want to tell my mother that you secretly brought your mobile phone to school!"

Elise Meng replied instantly: "I want to eat chicken tenders tonight."

Rudy Meng yelled at the phone, "Fcuk you!" He angrily stuffed the phone back into his pocket.

On the other side, Byron was inspired.

In addition to Rudy Meng's suggestions, he also searched for information on "how to live in a different world" on his mobile phone and brainstormed what if it would be useful?

After reading a bunch of some and some, Byron decided to follow the online guide and make some other preparations.

For example, weapons.

He couldn't get a control knife that was too outrageous. He was short of time and didn't have time to get it.

Byron decided to find an advantage from his own home.

In the evening, he persuaded Rudy Meng to go home early and rejected Rudy Meng's proposal to have dinner with him.

After closing the shop door, Byron went to the nearest restaurant and ordered some fried rice for dinner, then started walking around the house looking for self-defense weapons.

You still have to eat, otherwise you won’t have the energy to escape.

Byron turned around and even searched the warehouse. The most suitable weapon was the large fruit knife in his cousin's hand--the kind of long knife used to cut watermelons.

Then there are kitchen knives and ordinary fruit knives.

Considering his own strength, Byron carefully chose the latter.

Not to mention it was a magical world. Just watching "Peng Peng" fight with Birdman last night, Byron already had full self-awareness of his own strength. In the face of absolute strength, even if he took a long sword, he would not see it. It must be comparable to the claws of the indigenous orcs.

Therefore, Byron chose a long rolling stick.

His grandmother had been using it when she was young. It was made of elm wood and was made of solid wood, a long rolling stick over one meter long.

One inch longer and one inch stronger, the rolling stick's round and solid appearance does not look like a weapon. It can be used for self-defense without showing any hostility.

Byron sighed with satisfaction and thanked his grandma for insisting on using a long rolling stick and a large chopping board to make dough by hand. This heavy hand felt solid when holding it.