C38 In the Midst of Hunger(2)

The power of hunger is so strong that I am tormented by hunger... I have to break the fear of talking to strangers. If I want to eat, I need to work, I need to find a job. But what can I do? All these years, other than cultivating, I don't know how to do anything. Help others wash their clothes? No one would hire a rude man; help others take care of their children? When a child sees my face, he will be scared to tears. My mother must be gentle and beautiful. Unfortunately, I didn't inherit any of her excellent genes, but my father just didn't look good.

Help others to move the stones and roll the rice? Help a small trader sell things? I thought about everything I could do and what I couldn't do. It was obvious that the farmers had sufficient labor and there was no need to hire helpers; it was even more unreliable to help others sell goods. I was such a stupid and autistic person, and I couldn't even sell myself. Who would buy my stuff? After thinking about it, I feel that my only way out is to be a laborer. I do have strength.

On the pier, I found the foreman and finally explained my intentions. The foreman looked at me for a while and said, "We have enough manpower at the pier for the time being. Business has not been good during this period of time. There aren't many ships for business. Come back and try your luck in a while. "

After being rejected, my fear of talking to strangers deepened. What did the life experiences in Arreat bring me? After ten years of hard work, I rarely had the chance to communicate with people. I have never undergone any survival training other than martial arts. After leaving the Arreat, my strong body is actually useless in this crowded place.

I wandered to the north side of the town and saw a blacksmith shop. The business of the blacksmith shop didn't seem to be very good. At this time, there were still no workers working. A fat man was lying on a cold chair with his chest open, taking an afternoon nap. I paced around the blacksmith's shop for a long time. The torment of hunger finally made me muster up my courage to walk forward. He lightly patted the fat man and asked, "Boss, do you need any help?"

Men in Arreat don't need to find a job, if you are strong enough. You could use cultivation as a lifetime job, and the tribe would subsidize you. The stronger you are, the more subsidies you will get. If you are not strong enough, your profession will have already been arranged. Either you work as a farmer, or you hunt, or you work as a handyman. Or as a slave, you wouldn't have nothing to do. But in this place, martial arts doesn't seem to be so popular, you have to have it. Skills!

Fatty was around 50 years old, and because of his obesity, there wasn't a single wrinkle on his forehead. His chubby round face had a beard, which made people feel a little funny. He was obviously a little unhappy that I disturbed his afternoon nap. He narrowed his eyes. He yawned a few times and said, "What will you do?"

I was embarrassed by the question, but I could only answer truthfully, "Boss, I don't know anything."

Fatty opened his eyes wide and opened them wide. Although his eyes were quite big, they were still comparable to his huge face.

However, at this moment, a thunderous sound came from my stomach. I felt very uncomfortable. What am I doing? I have lost all my dignity as a warrior.

"Then what do you want to do?" Fatty looks at me like I am looking at a monster.

"I, I have a lot of strength." I can only show my only capital.

Fatty's eyes narrowed again, "You think you can only use strength?"

I have nothing to say. Other than strength, what else could I have? I think my request for a job has failed once again. Just as I was about to bow and retire, Fatty said, "How much strength do you have?"

This sentence gives me a way to get off the stage. As for showing strength, this is too easy. I looked around and saw an iron anvil used for forging. It seemed to weigh four to five hundred jin. I decided to use it to demonstrate my strength.

I casually grabbed a corner of the iron anvil and lifted it into the air. Then, I casually waved my arm in the air, as if I were playing with a child's toy.

I put down the iron anvil. I thought that Fatty would be subdued by my strength, but this damn pig actually closed its eyes and snored.

A feeling of being toyed with rushed to my head. I really wanted to chop off his pig head and boil it into soup. But can I do that? I thought sadly. Is there no way to make a living by relying on strength? Then what can I rely on to survive? Father exhorted me to live well. But now... I can't even get some food to eat, I'm really useless! Bullying the weak to do a job of robbing? That would cause my dignity as a martial artist to be tarnished. A warrior can't die on the battlefield, but will starve to death. What a tragic fate.

I have a bit of divine injury. With a sigh, I turned around and left.

"Wait! What is on your back?" Fatty suddenly jumped up from his chair.

I glanced sideways at my bag and saw a purple spear shaft exposed. It was the war pike that my father passed to me.

The war pike was very long, but the spear shaft could be pieced together. The long spear shaft could be separated into three parts so that it could be carried.

That's right, this war pike spear shaft is forged from the highest grade material, Dragon Soul Purple Gold. This fatty clearly knows what it is.

Without my permission, that fatty actually stretches his hand towards my spear shaft.

"What are you doing?" I hastily pushed his hand away. Could it be that this fatty wants to take the war pike for himself?

The fatty was stunned for a moment. Then, a smile appeared on his face, and his eyes narrowed into slits. "I just need an acolyte who can help me forge!"

"Really?" I didn't expect this outcome. Could it be that Fatty is actually still interested in my strength and was just keeping me in suspense just now? No matter what, the problem of the rations has finally been resolved. I let out a sigh of relief.

Fatty stared at my war pike and swallowed a mouthful of saliva with great difficulty." Hmm, you can stay behind to be an apprentice. Before you have any skills, I can only care about your food and accommodation. I don't have any salary."

I think this makes sense. At present, I'm satisfied with just a mouthful of food. The rest of the matters are not important.

"Yes, yes. This gun of yours..." Fatty rubbed his hands together. From the looks of it, he really wanted to snatch it over and take it for himself.

Oh! I suddenly realized that Fatty was planning to take this spear. For a moment, my surprise disappeared. How can I give up on my father's gift?

I cupped my hands and said, "Farewell!" Then, I turned around and left.