Weinerson looked at it for a few times without stopping too much. He turned to another street and continued walking for ten minutes before stopping in front of "Courtman's Butcher Shop".
Rows of dark, blood-stained hook locks hang on the walls of the off-white store, with various pieces of livestock meat hanging on them. The store owner is an uncle in his fifties named Courtman Hans.
His gray hair at the temples is slicked back, and his tuxedo with a peaked collar swings gently behind him. Although he is a butcher selling meat, he always has a gentleman-like smile on his face. Neighbors say that he is not a native of Faslanka. , it was moved here during the great voyages later, but this time is relatively long ago, because Weinerson has been selling meat products here since he can remember.
"Uncle Courtman, 3 pounds of lamb."
"Oh, it turns out to be little Weinerson. I heard that you are about to take the exam. When is it?" Cotman asked curiously.
"The exam... the exam... uh... there are still a few days left." Weinerson pressed the brim of his round-brimmed hat and answered vaguely.
While Kutterman was chopping the lamb with a butcher knife, he nodded slightly and said, "You are a very diligent and talented young man. You have been admitted to Heston University of Fine Arts and become a great artist. I believe you will be able to do so soon." Earn gold pounds, lots and lots of gold pounds, and you might be the second person on Mink Street to enter the middle or upper class."
Having said this, the corners of Cotman's mouth raised, his smiling face was slightly mysterious, and he said:
"To celebrate our future college students, uncle will show you a treasure for free, a real treasure."
"baby?"
Weinerson's eyes turned slightly, and he suddenly felt that Uncle Coatman, who was usually very gentleman, suddenly became mysterious today. He felt less like a butcher shop owner and more like an occultist.
"Little Weinerson, have you ever heard of ancient gold coins? I got this from a businessman accidentally when I was an adventurer in Florence when I was young."
As Cotman spoke, he bent down, opened the black suitcase placed in the glass cabinet under the chopping board, and took out a golden, shiny flower with five petals engraved on the front and a flower on the back. It is a strange gold coin with the word "1" surrounded by wheat ears.
"Take it and have a look. It's called the Gudanluo gold coin. It's rumored that many ancient gold coins contain magical power. I hope it can help you get a good grade in the exam."
Gudanluo gold coins?
Wait...this term sounds familiar. Have I heard it somewhere?
Weinerson obviously hesitated for a moment. He reached out and took the Gudanluo gold coin from Kottman. He stared at it and tried hard to find the memory fragments about this gold coin in his mind.
After about ten seconds, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he suddenly remembered the source. He had just traveled through time three days ago, and when he was looking through the diary left by Jason at night, he saw similar articles, one of which The Gold Coin Encyclopedia records the legend of Gudanluo gold coins.
It was the beginning of the Third Era called the Natural Disasters. Modern people prefer to call the Era of Natural Disasters a classical era. The Capetian family established an ancient and mysterious empire on the Olds Peak in the far north of the Far North Continent. ——Gudanluo Empire!
This was a powerful empire that lasted almost throughout the classical era. When other continental tribes were still trading shells, the Gudanluo Empire drove craftsmen, metallurgists, and foundries to cast gold coins. This was the Gudanluo gold coin, which was also the mainstream popular at the time. coin.
It is said that every ancient Danluo coin is engraved with a five-petal snow iris, which is the symbol of the Capet family. It is said that this flower stamen contains a secret and unknown power that even the gods are greedy for. Unfortunately, no one has been able to analyze it from beginning to end. secret.
Later, the Gudanluo Empire fought in the north and south. With the fall of Alsace Capet, the last prince of the royal family, the Gudanluo Empire collapsed and became the dust of history. However, it is said that now in the sky of Olds Peak, You can still see the fairy tale that continues to flutter with snowy irises that never fall.
This... I didn't expect Jason to know quite a lot. Now I even doubt whether he has personally been to another continent.
No, Jason is a time-traveler like me. Logically speaking, he is a time-traveler who doesn’t want to think about how to travel back home, but why is he recording these things in his diary?
Weinerson suddenly had a headache, and his mind was spinning. He was just about to think about something when he heard Cotman's voice.
"Oh, my little Weinerson, this gold coin is not given to you, it is just for you to absorb some of its good luck. After all, the current market price is about 11 gold pounds. I am not rich enough to give it away casually. To this extent.”
"11 gold pounds? So expensive?"
Weinerson suddenly threw all his thoughts to the back of his mind, and then bent down to offer the ancient Danlo coin in both hands. In his memory fragments, Irene's weekly salary at the post office was 1 gold pound and 9 farthings. Of course, this is the salary after becoming a full-time employee.
Compared with Mies and Gropius, who are transporting goods at the dock, Irene's weekly salary is much higher, because they work overtime every week and can only reach 2 gold pounds, 6 farthings and 4 pence, but this little guy is worth 11 gold pounds, which is simply equivalent to their family’s monthly income.
"Uncle Coatman, this is your gold coin. I think I should have absorbed enough good luck from it." Weinerson replied with embarrassment and guilt.
One ancient gold coin is worth 11 gold pounds, 10 coins is 110 gold pounds, and 100 coins is 1,100 gold pounds. It is simply astronomical figures.
My dear Uncle Coatman, this is not a question of whether I can absorb it or not, but that it is too expensive. As a civilian...well...a poor person, I simply cannot afford to smoke it!
"Little Weinerson, you must work hard in the exam."
Cotman answered humorously while taking the gold coin.
As he spoke, he put the gold coins back into the suitcase, then put the weighed lamb into a large dark brown paper bag and said: "1 farthing and 9 pence."
Yes, I still buy lamb. The total price per pound of meat is about 6 pence. Although this is the cheapest meat and the grams are a little off, it is within an acceptable range and at least it is affordable.
Without saying anything more, Weinerson carefully took out two 1-faith notes from his pocket and handed them to Cotterman.
After finding three copper pennies and stuffing them into his trouser pocket, he said goodbye to Uncle Cotterman, then took the paper bag containing the lamb and set off to the vegetable market on the next street without stopping.
Weinerson acted quickly and bought peas, potatoes, salt, brown bread and other ingredients at the vegetable market, which cost a total of 1 farthing and 1 penny.
Looking at the change in his hand, Weinerson was very surprised. Why were the prices of agricultural products lower than before?
Thinking about it carefully, it seems that the lamb today is cheaper than usual?
Last week, Eileen bought several pounds of brown bread which cost 6p, but today it only cost 3p.
Fragments of memory drifted through his mind, and he captured a piece of information that seemed to be about the benefits brought about by the repeal of some bill, but he couldn't remember it.
Weinerson shook his somewhat dull head. He only remembered that the price of grain was very expensive at that time. The workers demanded higher wages. Foreign countries also increased their import taxes on industrial products. A certain bill was repealed not long ago, and the price of grain dropped sharply. , for this reason Ms. also said that this is the victory of the middle class and the victory of capital.
After leaving the commodity area, Weinerson was not in a hurry to return to Mink Street, because today was Friday. In the square at the intersection of Mink Street and Attician Street, a newly built fortune-telling club opened. At this time, many people stopped at the door of the club to watch. Busy pedestrians.
"Divination, tarot, occultism? Narsindel Divination Club opens today." Weinerson squeezed through the crowd, glanced at the flyers in other people's hands, and read out the general content in a low voice.
Irene must be very fond of occult science. I wonder how much the various crystals and divination books in it cost?
With a flash of thought, Weinerson moved closer. Just as he was about to ask one of the club waitresses, a gentle and magnetic voice suddenly came from beside him: "You also like mysticism?"
Turning his head subconsciously, Weinerson saw a middle-aged man wearing a black tuxedo, a black silk top hat, and holding a gold cane in his left hand. He had a handsome appearance, a straight nose, and deep gray-blue eyes. Wu Bo is about six feet tall and looks extremely oppressive.
