Fantasia of the Sky

Chapter 838 Extra Story 1: A Day in the Life of Surface Man Ton 1
"Hey, Torn, it's about time to get up." The rough and piercing voice woke me up from my dream, and even the best dreams would be destroyed by this old man.I sat up expressionlessly, trying to open my eyes.

The oil lamp in the basement was very dim, and you had to look carefully to see what was going on... well, that big belly guy was at the door, and it looked like he had been up for a long time.What time is it now?Forget it, I don't want to know, anyway, the army outside the city will not retreat so soon.

"Come out and work quickly." The owner of the basement waved his hand, and his tone was so irrefutable - this guy, he would never do the work himself if he asked others to help him, but I paid five hundred kronor for it. There is a place for a straw mat in this small basement.It's dark and humid here, unless I'm asleep, otherwise I won't choose this place if I'm lazy... Forget it, let's get up quickly.Old vampire, five hundred kroner is not enough, yet he wants me to work here as a coolie.

I don't know what happened to my house.At that location, the lighting is not good, and it is far away from the city center, and it is still the place most likely to be bombed by shells.If it weren't for the cheapness, the ghost would be willing to live there.

"Go, move all those bricks and tiles in front of those doors to the backyard." Then, the old man picked up his pipe and sat comfortably on the chair at the door.This old guy, don't you know that you can do it faster by yourself?
A large pile of broken bricks and tiles outside the door makes people feel dizzy.It's a good idea to move such heavy things to the backyard, and it's not a loss.He let out a heavy nostril, after all, now he is under the fence of others, and he can only endure his dissatisfaction, who let himself have no basement to live in?this old thing...

"Be quicker!" The old guy's attitude is still so bad, didn't he notice that he didn't eat in the morning?

All these bricks and tiles were bought by this old thing at a low price - as for the source, it was naturally the house that was bombarded by artillery fire, those bricks and tiles were picked up but they would never come back - he wanted to resell these waste bricks Waste tiles to earn some extra money.Hmph, what a blessing, for someone like me, I have to work hard, and worry about whether my house will be in these waste...

"I said, old man, let me take a look at the house today?" I said, wiping the sweat off my brow.It's really hard work to transport these things.

"I didn't let you live here for nothing. If you want to leave, then don't come back." The old guy waved his hand to express his disagreement.It's because of this fussy old guy that I've never had the chance to go back and see what my house has become.

Well, let's not think about it.Even if it gets blown up, as long as you don't know it, it's still there.

"Hurry up and work." The old guy urged dissatisfiedly, "You outsiders really have a lot to do."

Hmph, this unscrupulous old fellow thinks that all the troubles are caused by foreign residents... He is really stubborn, thinking that we robbed their resources!If it weren't for us, these people would have degenerated in their complacency!It's unreasonable!
Complaints are complaints, and the old man can shut up if he finishes quickly.

Although I don't know what time I got up, but when the bricks and tiles were moved, it was already high in the sun.This old man won't let me eat anything except for a few mouthfuls of dry food in the middle, he's really stingy...

Go and beg him again in a low voice, after all, I really haven't seen what happened to my house for several days...

(End of this chapter)