Golden Fruit Village was located in the south of the Golden Banner and the north of the Sacred Highland. It was a typical multi-ethnic town, with some small Orcs, Elves, Dwarves, and most of all, humans. Like the other multi-ethnic towns nearby, this place was full of vitality every day.
Noon had just passed, and the people here did not have the habit of taking a break. At noon, they were going to pick a kind of fruit called "Golden Fruit". This thing looked good, tasted crispy and juicy, and could be sold at a good price. It was said that a Golden Fruit could be sold for a silver coin in the big city.
Every time the villagers of Golden Fruit Village heard this, they would sigh. "We worked so hard to grow the Golden Fruit, which is sold for 50 copper coins per kilogram, but it is so rare outside!"
Some villagers had the idea of going to the big city to make a living, but they soon dismissed this idea. How could it be so easy to live in the big city? The caravans that came and went told them that the more beautiful the place where the rich lived, the more people would eat. Poor people like them might only be beggars in the big city, and they would be beaten to death if they accidentally offended the big shots.
So the villagers of Golden Fruit Village lived the same life day after day. Humans, small Orcs, Elves, Dwarves, they did not like each other and relied on each other. They were born to live this kind of life.
It was good to get used to it.
It was unusually hot at noon. The villagers of Golden Fruit Village climbed high and low to pick the Golden Fruit Trees. This kind of tree grew very tall, very different from ordinary fruit trees. It had high requirements for nutrition, sunlight, and water. Only two or three Golden Fruit Trees could be planted in an area the size of a football field, but each of them could grow to more than ten meters high. They bloomed all year round, and after that, they would bear fruit.
Some ordinary fruit trees could also be planted under the Golden Fruit Trees, but they could not be planted as densely as other orchards. They could only be planted sparsely, so that the nutrients of the Golden Fruit Trees would not be taken away.
While the villagers were sweating profusely as they worked, they were also talking about a month ago when their village chief had issued a bounty for the Griffin in the southwest. Three months ago, their village had been attacked by a Griffin and several people had died. However, a magical beast of the level of the Griffin would at least have a bounty of five gold coins. It was estimated that no one would accept such a price. The village chief had mobilized for several days and only managed to raise ten gold coins, which was twice the amount of five gold coins. Then, he had entered the city and found a tavern to issue the bounty.
Who cares if anyone will accept the mission? Just treat it as buying a peace of mind.
They were working in the trees, hanging from the thick branches with thick ropes tied around their waists. Their children were also playing below. The children, both boys and girls, were practicing climbing trees, which would become their livelihood in the future.
"You have to learn it when you're young." The oldest person in the room was an old man. His hair was already white. "If you can't learn it when you're young, it'll be hard when you grow up."
His wife, who was a little lower than him, was also picking fruit. The women of the Golden Orchard did not differ from the men in their work. She was also very old. She was a sub-elf, and from the color of her hair, she was probably a hybrid of a wood elf and a human. Her hands were also as rough and ugly as wood. After mixing for many generations, the so-called sub-elves did not live much longer than humans.
There were a few adventurers passing by on the side path. They were much fairer. It seemed that the adventures in the wild did not make them suffer.
Perhaps this was a knight who had come out to play. Thought the workers.
"Yes," said the old woman, who was still able to work. "If only George had understood our good intentions."
Their son, George Jr., was crawling on the fruit tree below. When the boy was in his teens, he was full of energy. He climbed to the top of the tree. He climbed quickly, but his movements were more like a show off than learning. There were a few boys and girls under the tree looking up at him. They watched as Little George waved his wing-like arms at the sun like a proud bird.
His mother let out a sigh. It would be great if her youngest son could be as down-to-earth as his brothers and sisters. However, Little George seemed to have tripped over something and fell on his back. "Ah —!!!"
Everyone watched with their eyes wide open. The children were stunned. The adults in the tree hurriedly climbed down, but they could not catch up with the speed of Little George's fall. The fruit tree was short. It only stood out when compared to the Golden Orchard. In fact, Little George was already two to three meters high.
Every year, there were villagers in Golden Orchard Village who fell from the trees and broke their legs or even died.
Of course, there were children as well. Naughty children fell from the trees and broke their legs. In Golden Orchard Village, this was a story that parents used to scare their children.
Little George's mother screamed, "No!!!"
The Wood Elves had the ability to control plants, but the mixed-blood Sub Elves did not know this kind of magic.
Seeing that little George was about to hit the ground, some of the villagers subconsciously held their breaths. Little George's father tossed the rope down to no avail. It was as if his son could pull it back.
Everything happened so fast and so slowly that the human eye could not follow it. But a figure, a figure darted from the side of the path, darted to Little George like lightning and caught him.
He gently put Little George on the ground. The boy did not move. He seemed to be stunned. After a while, he burst into tears.
The villagers in the nearby trees climbed down. Little George's mother was still tripped by the rope. His father ran over and hugged Little George, crying. The old man's gray hair was soaked with cold sweat.
He cried and patted his son. At the same time, he was about to kneel and kowtow to the kind-hearted man who saved Little George.
Once again, Xu Jun became a "hero". Although he only saved a child this time, he received a lot of gratitude. The villagers crowded around him. After such a big scare, these people did not want to continue working to pick fruits. The people here believed that misfortune would not come only once. If one person fell down, it would be a warning from the God of Misfortune, telling them not to climb the tree again.
Little George was still young, so he recovered the fastest. He could run and jump as if what happened before was just a dream.
"I'm all right, Mom," he said as he pulled his mother's hand away from him.
"Kind lord knight," George's father, Old George, stammered and said carefully, "We don't have any money … Please accept the golden fruits that we just plucked."
As usual, Xu Jun comforted the old man and told him that he did not need money. The golden fruit was just right as a thank-you gift. The old man seemed to be relieved. He held Little George and thanked Xu Jun. The boy secretly raised his head and looked at Xu Jun from the corner of his eyes. He was not convinced.
When Xu Jun said, "I don't want money," the boy snorted. His father quickly pressed his head down.
Oh, a young boy with eighth-grade syndrome. Xu Jun smiled and felt his hands itch.
He seemed to have the habit of wanting to beat up naughty children whenever he saw them. _ (: 3/∠) _
The young dragon Rance, the unicorn Jess, and Steamed Bun were still waiting for Xu Jun. Steamed Bun did not feel anything. To him, it would be strange if Xu Jun did not save a child when he saw him fall. After all, his master was so kind ~\ (≧ ▽ *)/~
Jess and Rance had never seen such a human. Rance did not know much, but he had heard from the old dragons in his tribe that humans were naturally selfish and only cared about their own cubs. At that time, he thought that his father must not be such a person! His father would definitely be a better person than all the Frost Dragons put together!
— If the frost dragon chief knew what Rance was thinking, he would probably vomit blood.
Damn it, even if he was helping an outsider, he should not be helping an outsider like this!
Now that he saw Xu Jun save a child he did not know, Rance was even more proud. Look, his father is such a virtuous human!
When he returned to the Frost Dragon's territory, he would definitely brag about it!
Jess was different from Rance. He had seen a lot and knew humans very well. There were many people like Xu Jun who were willing to do good for free. However … Jess raised his voice and said, "Xu Jun, aren't you a Hero?"
"I remember that Heroes can ask for a reward if they help others, right?"
Xu Jun was still comforting the villagers who wanted money but not gold fruits. The next second, the villagers scattered in all directions. Only little George's parents remained. The other children who did not want to leave were dragged away by their parents. "Why are you still here? Do you have money? "
Little George's parents lowered their heads and looked like they were about to shrink into a crack in the ground. "… We … gold fruits …"
Xu Jun smiled bitterly. "No need. Forget it. Sigh, I'd better go."
He shook his head at Jess. "You really shouldn't have said that."
"These are just ordinary villagers. I don't think they have a single gold coin on them. Why are you scaring them?"
Jess smiled faintly. "So, you are doing good for free? Why? "
They chatted as they walked leisurely into the village. After getting along with each other for two days, the few of them … well, except for Xu Jun, the rest of them were not humans. They could be considered familiar with each other, especially Xu Jun and the unicorn man, Jesse. They could now speak calmly. Xu Jun felt that the unicorn man did not match his identity. In this world, unicorns and even unicorns were supposed to be holy, cold, and abstinent. However, this old monster named Jess, who had lived for god knows how long, was very frivolous. If Xu Jun had not seen his animal form, he would not have believed that he was a unicorn.
"It's not like I'm doing good for free. They didn't ask me to save them."
Thus, he casually glossed over the matter.
Two days ago, he had discussed this topic with the unicorn man. In the end, he was almost annoyed to death by this guy. Xu Jun really did not want to talk nonsense with him anymore.
If he had the time, why not look at the scenery in the surrounding villages?
Author Has Something to Say: Ah, next is probably the farmhouse segment (⊙ v ⊙)
Xixi Demon King did not appear for a day. I miss him.
Also, I saw a reader asking about the young dragon, Rance. I want to make it clear that Rance really treated Xu Jun as his father. He had no other feelings. If this story was written two years ago, it would not have been N-P. Xu Jun was different from the protagonist of the previous story. He was not liked by many people. He was more like an outstanding ordinary person. Therefore, he was treated as a role model and a good friend.
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