Soft snowflakes slowly fell from the sky.
The arrival of the snowflakes officially opened up an even crueler living environment.
However, for Lin Zhe, this might not be bad news in the absolute sense.
In winter, the rarity of heating materials would be no less than food. For example, the firewood that Lin Zhe originally sold for seven copper coins could be sold for ten copper coins, or even eleven or twelve copper coins.
"Boss, thank you for taking care of me in the past.”
Lin Zhe looked at the restaurant owner, who looked a little haggard compared to before, and said with a smile,"So, I'll pay you seven copper coins for the firewood.”
"I'm already taking advantage of you with ten copper coins.”
Hearing Lin Zhe's words, the restaurant owner looked at Lin Zhe's somewhat thin body and shook his head slightly,"Ah Zhe, it must be harder for you to chop wood in the middle of winter than usual.”
"Besides, I can't keep running the restaurant anymore.”
"Ah Zhe, although you are young, you are different from other children.”
"You should understand how dangerous the following days will be.”
"Pay attention to your safety. Don't let Leona have no one to rely on.”
As he spoke, the restaurant owner patted Lin Zhe's shoulder.
He quickly stuffed the ten copper coins into Lin Zhe's hand, then took the firewood and left in a hurry. He didn't even close the door of the restaurant before he left.
It didn't matter anymore.
The owner of the restaurant saw things very clearly.
He knew that staying in the restaurant in such an environment was simply courting death.
In the eyes of those starving people, the restaurant was naturally eye-catching. Instead of closing it, it was better to open it like this. When people saw that there was nothing, they would naturally leave.
On the contrary, if it was closed, there was a high chance that it would be smashed open by violence.
"How decisive."
Looking at the restaurant in front of him that was not closed, Lin Zhe was also stunned. He admired the restaurant owner's decisiveness.
Shaking his head, Lin Zhe didn't continue to think about it. He carried the firewood that hadn't been sold out and continued to move on to the next goal.
Now that the economic system of the empire had collapsed further, Lin Zhe wanted to ensure a certain standard of living. It was not enough to sell firewood for a few copper coins.
Lin Zhe prepared firewood worth one silver coin and carried it on his back.
The firewood on Lin Zhe's back was like a small mountain.
During this period of time, Lin Zhe had also been deliberately creating a character with the divine power of a god. This would save Lin Zhe a lot of trouble, and the results were also very obvious.
No one had come to find trouble with Lin Zhe.
Those who wanted to find trouble with Lin Zhe didn't dare, and those who dared to find trouble with Lin Zhe felt that it wasn't worth it. It was that simple.
It took Lin Zhe about half the afternoon to finish processing all the firewood on his body.
Although the arrival of winter did not affect Lin Zhe's income, it greatly increased the time for Lin Zhe to obtain this income. After all, there were not many people in the slums who could afford to buy Lin Zhe's firewood.
It only took Lin Zhe 20 minutes to cut the firewood that was worth a silver coin.
However, it took Lin Zhe almost four hours to sell the firewood that was worth one silver coin.
By the time Lin Zhe finished all this, the sky had already become a little dark. The winter night always came earlier.
"It should be very difficult to sell firewood in the slums.”
"I'm afraid I'll have to go further and sell it in a slightly more prosperous area.”
On the way home, Lin Zhe began to think about the next arrangements.
The arrival of winter was the last straw that completely crushed the slums. Firewood had become something that they could not afford.
In fact, not to mention 10 copper coins.
In the slums, even seven copper coins or even six or five copper coins might not be enough to sell. It was not that the people in the slums did not want to buy it, but that the people in the slums really did not have any money.
Today, Lin Zhe was able to sell the firewood worth one silver coin. It could be said that he was really lucky.
Lin Zhe didn't mind going to a slightly more prosperous area to sell firewood. The only thing that gave Lin Zhe a headache was the journey.
He might need to spend four to five hours selling firewood every day in the future.
As the capital of the most powerful country in the world, the Imperial Capital was quite vast.
Just the Imperial Capital alone had a population of more than six million. In this kind of society that was inclined towards ancient times, one could imagine how vast a city that could accommodate six million people was.
The carriage definitely couldn't afford it.
Lin Zhe also didn't want to show off in a terrifying map like the Imperial Capital, so he could only choose the stupidest way to sell firewood.
" However, the Empire can do it too.'
'Or is it that the power struggle in the palace has reached the most critical stage?'
'So, he doesn't have the time to care about the lives of ordinary people?'
Lin Zhe looked into the distance, in the direction of the center of the Imperial Capital, at the glorious palace built at the highest point. His eyes narrowed slightly.
According to Lin Zhe's speculation, the best time for the old emperor to have an accident was probably this winter.
The old Emperor was getting on in years, so it was perfectly reasonable that he couldn't survive this unusually cold winter.
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。