In the bag, the so-called "private money" has a total of 12 silver snakes.
Through memory, I have learned about the surrounding monetary system. Although this is not a huge sum of money, it is definitely enough.
One silver snake can be exchanged for an average of 200 copper swallows. It will fluctuate slightly according to the situation, but generally not more than 10.
And one kilogram of ordinary bread, the staple food of the islanders, is worth 1 copper swallow.
An adult's daily food intake is about the same.
An ordinary sailor's long knife costs more than 100 copper swallows on this island.
The money that a carpenter who has completed his apprenticeship can earn in a year is about a little more than five silver snakes.
That is to say, the private money in his hand now is worth two years of carpenter wages.
For ordinary families, it is a good choice to let their children become carpenters.
The father in my memory is about this level, maybe better but not much better.
Two years' salary equal to "private money"?
Is it really okay?
With so much money, was he really not beaten to death by his mother at that time?
"Oh my God, little Alka, what are you doing?"
At this time, a woman in a linen shirt and a slightly yellowed apron stood at the gate of the courtyard.
After seeing Alka's behavior, she hurried over.
She patted the dust off his body, then held his head with both hands and carefully checked it up and down.
"You just got sick, and you should rest well in bed now. There is no treasure in the house for you to dig, my little treasure hunter."
In response to her, Alka smiled awkwardly.
These days, in order to recall all the memories of his original body without revealing the truth, Alka has been lying in bed pretending to be sick and trying not to communicate too much with former acquaintances.
The person in front of him was his neighbor, who seemed to be very familiar with his former mother and could be considered a relative.
During the period of pretending to be sick, she came the most frequently and cared the most about Alka.
I didn't expect to be caught in the act.
The brain was working frantically.
Alka said directly: "Aunt Marcy, I just remembered that my father once left some money for me here."
She smiled awkwardly.
"Okay, okay, then congratulations, you have dug up treasure again."
Aunt Marcy said in a perfunctory tone.
She picked up the bag of gold coins wrapped in a lot of soil in his hand, and then grabbed Alka's shoulders and pushed him into the room.
She kept muttering: "But now, you should lie on the bed and have a good rest."
What a great strength.
Alka was pushed into the room without any resistance.
She could only sit on the bed helplessly.
Aunt Marcy patted the bag of gold coins in her hand, almost all the dirt on it was patted off, and nodded with satisfaction after seeing that it was relatively clean.
Put the bag of gold coins on the bedside table.
A series of actions did not leave Alka's sight.
"Your father finally did something, and he left you a good fortune."
When she just took the bag of gold coins, she sensed the approximate number of silver coins in it through the weight and collision sound.
The reason why Alka said it directly was because this little money was not enough to move people's hearts.
There was no need to hide it.
Aunt Marcy came to the kitchen on the side of the room. The kitchen of the stone house was open.
"With this money, you can learn some skills, such as stonemasonry or carpentry. Hans and Thomas' skills are not bad."
"Maybe you can go outside the island to learn cooking. The food in the tavern tastes too bad. But going to the outer island..."
Her voice began to nag, and at the same time, the sound of her cooking came.
"If you don't like it, just plant the land. We will plant the two plots of land left by your mother.
With this money, you can buy two more plots of land and the golden wheat every year will be enough to live."
"All this is thanks to the protection of the Stone Mother."
Hearing this, Alka, who had been silent, quickly replied: "Thank you for the protection of the Stone Mother."
This is almost an instinct.
However, Alka's silence gradually stopped Aunt Marcy's nagging.
She was washing vegetables and turned her head to stare at Alka beside the bed.
With a little unknown emotion in his tone, he said: "I know your dream has always been to become a treasure hunter on the sea, but you have to know that the sea is too dangerous, especially for the so-called treasure hunters.
Pirates, storms, sea monsters, everything can easily take your life."
"If you are in danger, your mother's soul will not rest in peace, and your damn father."
After saying this, the whole room became quiet.
Only the sound of cooking came from time to time.
In Alka's memory, his parents disappeared when he was about 10 years old.
Although the bones were not found, Aunt Marcy said that his parents were dead not long after.
Everyone on the island said so.
Since then, although he still lived alone at home, Aunt Marcy next door basically became his second mother.
In his memory, he was still quite afraid of her.
Aunt Marcy is not short, and it is said that a few ordinary men may not be her opponents.
Alka, who was used to her gentle mother, can imagine what kind of punishment she would receive for her mischief at that time.
However, Alka learned through memory.
Aunt Marcy is a really good person.
Just a little bit of violence.
Well, it's really just a little bit.
…
At dusk, Aunt Marcy brought the prepared food to the table.
"Hurry up and eat, Sigt will be back soon, and I have to go back to cook for them."
After saying that, she wiped her hands on her apron and pushed open the wooden door without waiting for Alka to answer.
At this time, she stopped by the wooden door and turned around and said, "Take a good rest tonight. If you feel fine tomorrow, go and play your treasure hunt game, okay?"
There was a little seriousness in her tone.
"Yeah."
Alka nodded quickly, this tone was so familiar to him.
Aunt Marcy walked out with satisfaction.
After she left, he sat down at the table, picked up the bread and dipped it into the stew and started eating.
The bread was surprisingly good, but the stew had no taste, only a little salty.
After all, all kinds of seasonings were expensive in this era.
But at least it was edible, and he didn't feel sick or unacceptable.
He turned the treasure hunting manual to the page of the map and started reading.
In his field of vision, the small white dot next to his house on the map had completely stopped glowing and dimmed.
Does this mean that he has found the treasure?
He reached out and tried to click it.
[Hidden Private Money] (Harvest)
[Difficulty: Teenager]
[Popularity: 2]
[Treasure Information: Something that my father buried many years ago. ]
[Treasure Harvest: "Silver Snake" x 12. ]
"It's not much different from before, there's an extra word (harvest) after the name.
An extra entry shows the harvest brought by the treasure."
At this time, Alka felt an inexplicable impulse.
Pick up the feather pen on the table and dip it, and tick the position of the white dot on the map.
Seeing this tick, Alka smiled.
Instinctively reacted, and great satisfaction rose in his heart.
Then, he couldn't help but go to the last white dot that he hadn't checked.
This white dot is at the end of the island, probably on the edge of the cliff by the sea.