I am planting trees and farming in the global game

Chapter 465 Little Boy Lexi

In the world of emeralds, on the country roads of the kingdom of green walls, magic carriages walk along.

Muying was sitting on the shaft of the carriage, with a piece of dogtail grass in her mouth, and a horsewhip pretending to be in her hand.

She was wearing a light green pastoral-style slim petticoat, a bright yellow woven flower vest over the petticoat, a pair of small leather boots on her feet, and a jingle bell flower pendant on her waist.

When she met travelers on the road, or small villages and towns in the countryside, she would spend money to find someone to tell a story, looking for clues to the remaining two fragments of pages, but she found nothing along the way.

Muying has been using blessing magic on herself recently, wishing herself to find the clue as soon as possible.

A wheat field appeared on the side of the road in the distance. There were farmers working in the field. When they heard the sound of the carriage, they all looked over. After recognizing that the carriage was only affordable for the nobles, they lowered their heads to show humility. Only the ignorant little The child was still watching curiously.

The carriage stopped slowly, and Muying threw a money bag: "Have you heard any true stories? Whose story satisfies me, whose money belongs to it!"

After inquiring about the news, Muying is already proficient, and this straight-to-the-point, lucrative way is the most efficient.

"Are you the girl who bought the story?"

A boy said in surprise.

"What?" Mu Ying was confused.

"The businessman who came here not long ago said that there was a noble girl who wandered around and spent money to listen to people tell stories. She was very generous. Is it you?" the boy asked.

Did the news of her inquiring spread so quickly?Which caravan ran so fast that even gave her a nickname?

Mu Ying nodded: "So you want to tell me a story? It will only work if it is true."

"Yes! What I want to tell is the story of our village..."

The boy seems to be about ten years old, but he has a good way of telling stories. His language is fluent, with ups and downs. passed.

"How about it? How much is this story worth?" The boy asked expectantly after telling a story.

His father is sick and needs money for medical treatment, but the family has no savings at all, and he can only earn some rations by helping others. The legendary girl who can buy stories is his only hope.

Mu Ying gave him a silver coin.

Hope burst out of the boy's face, one story can earn a silver coin?Wouldn't he be able to collect five silver coins to buy medicine for his father by telling five stories?

"I still have a story!" He said hastily.

Seeing that he really got the money, the others came here immediately.

"Wait, I have a story too!"

"Me too, me too!"

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"Don't worry, everyone line up and come one by one. I can't finish talking today, but I can continue talking tomorrow. I will be stationed outside your village for two days." Muying said.

After saying this, everyone looked at her like a god of wealth.

Muying sat on the shaft of the car, listening to them racking their brains to tell stories that happened around them or heard.

Some were Muying who had heard of them before, and such Muying would immediately explain and ask him to replace them.

Regardless of whether it is stumbling or vague, as long as it is a story that happened in reality, Mu Ying will at least give a reward of one copper.

Even if the story related to the broken page is not the one she wants to hear the most, if it is well told, or if the storyteller seems to be living in a bad situation, she will give 1 silver coin.

It is so willful to spend too much money.

It was getting late, and a lot of money was scattered, but there was still nothing to gain.

Let the villagers disperse, think about the story at night, and continue to tell it tomorrow.

Mu Ying parked the carriage under a big tree outside the village.

A fire was lit next to the carriage, and a skinned and treated rabbit was brought out, and slowly roasted.

When she was around human settlements, she seldom used magic to cook, and she did it by herself. Occasionally, she had a different experience.

The smell of meat gradually came out, but Mu Ying looked behind the shade of the tree.

He was the first boy to tell a story during the day. He swallowed, moved his eyes away from the roasted rabbit with difficulty, looked at Muying and said, "Go quickly, don't stay here, there are some gangsters in the village who are watching you." You, you alone, can't beat it."

Mu Ying didn't answer, but waved at him instead: "Want to eat meat? Come and eat together!"

The boy swallowed again, pursed his mouth and shook his head: "Don't believe me, I didn't lie, it was because of the money you gave me that I was able to buy medicine for my father, I am very grateful to you, that's why I came here Just a reminder, the village head is in charge, they will not target the villagers, but for a single traveler like you who has lost money, they will not let it go."

"What's your name?" Mu Ying asked him.

She knew that he was kind. On the journey, such things are not uncommon, but there are very few people who come to remind him like this.

"Lexi, my name is Lexi."

"Lexi, don't worry, I don't run away not because I don't believe in you, but because I'm not afraid. I can walk alone, and I have something to rely on." Muying said, tearing off a rabbit leg and stuffing it into the In his hand: "Help me share some meat!"

Hearing what she said, the little boy named Lexi was a little relieved. Holding the rabbit leg meat in his hand, he thanked Muying again: "Can I take the rabbit leg back and give some to my father?"

"What's your father's disease?" Muying rarely thought of helping others.

"The village chief said that because my mother passed away, my father was in a depressed mood. He drank too much, and his body was broken. After a gust of cold, he couldn't bear it, and he was dizzy." Lexi said.

"Take me to take a look. I have heard most of the stories of the people in the village, but not your father's. If I can cure your father's illness, can you ask your father to tell me a story?" Firefly asked.

"You can really cure diseases? Are you a wandering doctor?" Lexi was full of surprises.

Muying nodded: "That's right!"

Lexi was very happy: "Okay, I'll take you there right now. My dad can tell stories. If you can cure my dad, he will definitely be able to tell you a lot of stories!"

"Okay", Muying got up and extinguished the fire, pulled a rabbit leg and ate it, and wrapped the rest in leaves and stuffed it to Lexi: "You can take these back to your father. Just eat that leg yourself!"

She led the carriage and followed Lexi to his house.

Lexi's home is on the hillside to the west of the village, a bit far from the center of the village where there are many residents, so it's relatively remote.

"Lexi! What are you doing? I warn you not to spoil our good deeds, otherwise, even if you are a villager, we will not give you good fruit to eat!"

(End of this chapter)