Conan: I'm really not a model worker at a winery

Chapter 340 Extra Story: The Past - Lianzhu-02 You Can Call Me Kurosawa
The reconstruction of Hiroshima is going on like a fire, but there will always be places that will be treated differently——

After walking out of the restricted area, the silver-haired boy obviously felt that there were a lot more people on the road.

But in fact, there are quite a few people in the restricted area, but most of them are huddled in those abandoned buildings, unless they are hungry and panic, they will not come out easily.

However, on the streets here, the people passing by are either wearing uniforms or high-necked windbreakers, and they are in a hurry. on the snow.

"Sure enough, things like class are everywhere."

The silver-haired boy looked at the well-dressed crowd passing by on the street, and sighed that he shouldn't belong to this age.

He hurried to a shop on the street, and when he saw the notice above, his brows showed helplessness.

"Moving farther and farther..."

Sighing, he continued to run away.

It has been almost ten years since the big bang happened, but people still have fear of the 'forbidden zone' that used to be the center of the explosion... This is also a helpless thing.

The 'no-go zone', except for the homeless, and orphans like him, otherwise no one would live there.

However, he felt that it would be more appropriate to call it a 'vagrant colony' instead of the name 'forbidden zone'.

The silver-haired boy ran two more streets and came to a more lively area, ignoring other pedestrians and shops, only seeing a familiar sign not far away.

He straightened his thin T-shirt and summer trousers to make himself look clearer, then slowed down and walked into the shop leisurely.

This is a pharmacy, and it is also a pharmacy of traditional Chinese medicine.

The pharmacy was a little deserted, but the shop owner kept sorting out the delivery list and moving the medicinal materials to the table.

Seeing someone entering the shop, the shop owner immediately stopped what he was doing, raised his head, was stunned when he found out that the customer was a child, and then showed a warm smile:

"Sir, are you here? What medicinal materials do you need this time?"

The silver-haired boy named "Little Mister" nodded, "I have a few new disciples, and the master asked me to buy some medicine for baptism."

"So that's how it is." These words were a little fanciful, but the store owner suddenly looked solemn, "Then, Mr. Xiao, please choose whatever you want."

In her mind, the things needed for this 'baptism ceremony' must not be humane.

Sure enough, she saw 'Little Mister' nodded happily: "Thank you for your understanding."

The store owner immediately showed a happy expression.

It seems that her impression score in front of 'Little Mister' has increased a lot.

The silver-haired boy was standing in front of a pile of medicine cabinets, picking out all the common herbs, and his hands were so quick that even if the shop owner wanted to see, he might not be able to see exactly what medicine he had grabbed.

After grabbing half of the medicinal materials, the silver-haired boy stopped suddenly, and said a little embarrassedly: "Boss, I almost forgot...how is your father's illness?"

The store owner looked solemn: "With the amulet you got last time, Mr. Xiao, my father's health is much better now!"

"Cough... that's actually my master's." The silver-haired boy coughed, took out a stone pendant from his trousers pocket, and handed it to the shop owner, "My master told me that the talisman only lasts for three weeks at most. Although the time is not up yet, I don't think there may be a chance to go out in the future, so I want to bring a new one while buying medicine."

"Here, thank you, Mr. Xiao!" Hearing that the 'talisman' could only last for three weeks, and seeing the pendant handed over by the silver-haired boy, the shop owner was overjoyed and thanked him again and again.

——This store was originally a drug store opened by her father, but more than two weeks ago, her father suddenly fell on the ground and convulsed while looking at the store.

If it wasn't for this silver-haired boy who came back to their shop and gave her father a magical 'talisman', her father might not be alive anymore.

The silver-haired boy accepted the other party's thanks calmly, selected the remaining medicinal materials, and piled them up on the counter to form a small mountain bun.

The store owner was surprised: "Are you going to buy so much this time?"

"Well, for baptism, the amount is relatively large, and so much can only be cooked in one pot." The silver-haired boy continued to talk nonsense in a serious manner-there is no master or disciple at all, only the 'talisman' he made casually, and it can indeed To ward off evil spirits.

Afterwards, he counted, "Half a catty of ginger and dried ginger, half a catty of red dates, one catty of astragalus, medlar..."

There are small mountain buns piled up in front of him. It is completely impossible to tell that he is here to sell medicine, but it looks like he is here to sell vegetables.

"About 3000 yuan in total? Boss, can you do the math again?"

The silver-haired boy made a rough calculation, and resolutely left the accounting work to the shop owner, and took out a very old and plain wallet from his pocket.

Seeing that he wanted to pay, the store owner's face changed: "Hey! Mr. Xiao, you can't do it!"

She pressed the silver-haired boy's little hand and stopped him from taking money, her eyes were full of sincerity:

"Little Mister, you have helped my father so much, these are not expensive medicinal materials, so I will treat it as a gift for you..."

After all, the boss quickly divided the medicinal materials on the table into different bags, and packed nearly twenty large bags.

The silver-haired boy pretended to be stunned for a moment, but his eyes were indeed full of joy that the scheme had succeeded, and he didn't hesitate. He nodded generously: "Then thank you, boss."

After answering, he easily took over a dozen big bags from the store owner one by one.

"Sir, can you handle it?" The boss was a little worried about the silver-haired boy who was completely submerged in the medicine bag.

"Don't worry, Xiaoyi, it's not heavy at all... It's just too much to block the line of sight."

The silver-haired boy tried his best to give a thumbs up from a pile of medicine bags.

Afterwards, he steadily carried a pile of large and small bags, and prepared to go back to the 'forbidden area' to see the few young patients he had found.

After the silver-haired boy left, the shop owner sat back in his seat, feeling like he had forgotten something...

"Oh!"

She slapped her thigh suddenly, "I forgot to ask Mr. Xiao what his name is..."

I don't know if I will have the chance to see Mr. Xiao again.

The store owner felt melancholy.

Sure enough, making relationships with people is a technical job, and she can't always do it well... I hope Mr. Xiao will remember them in the future, and it would be good to visit them a few more times.

……

Forbidden settlements.

The silver-haired boy carried a medicine bag twice as tall as himself, and returned here under the weird gazes of a bunch of passers-by.

He followed the path he had taken to find the children's homes in the corner.

Putting down the big and small bags on his body, he knocked on the closed door:

"Hey! Are you here! Haha? Is there anyone? Xiao Baibai, Xiao Fenfen, if you are here, please open the door for me. Don't worry, I won't eat people..."

Door:……

The room was quiet for a long time before the door was pushed open a crack.

The black-haired boy who was very wary of him before still looked at him very cautiously: "What are you going to do?"

"Heal you."

The silver-haired boy didn't wait for the black-haired boy to react, and directly opened the door forcibly, causing him to stagger.

Afterwards, he couldn't help but handed the medicine bag in, "Come on, help me carry these medicines in... You're welcome, it's all yours, free whoring, no money."

The black-haired boy took the medicine bag which was very heavy for him in a daze, almost lost his footing, looking at the silver-haired boy with eyes full of scrutiny:
"who are you?"

"I?"

The silver-haired boy carried the rest of the medicine pack into the house, brushed the hair of the little white-haired kid closest to him, and said with a smile, "I don't know who I am, but now... you can call me Kurosawa formation."

(End of this chapter)