Chapter 3 First Treasure Harvest

In the bag, there were exactly 12 silver snakes, the so-called "private money".

From my memory, I know the monetary system around me. Although this is not a huge sum of money, it is definitely enough.

One silver snake can be exchanged for an average of 200 bronze swallows. The amount may fluctuate slightly depending on the situation, but generally does not exceed 10.

One kilogram of ordinary bread, the staple food of the islanders, is worth 1 copper swallow.

This is about the amount an adult eats in a day.

An ordinary sailor's long knife costs more than 100 copper swallows on this island.

The amount of money a master carpenter can earn in a year is about a little more than five silver snakes.

In other words, the private money he has now is worth two years' salary as a carpenter.

For ordinary families, letting their children become carpenters is a good choice.

The father in my memory is about this level, maybe better but not much better.

“Private money” equivalent to two years’ salary?

Is that really

With so much money, was it true that he was not beaten to death by his mother?

"Oh my goodness, little Alka, what are you doing?"

At this time, a woman wearing a linen shirt and a slightly yellowed apron stood at the entrance of the courtyard.

She came hurriedly after seeing Alka’s behavior.

He brushed the dust off his body, then held his head with both hands and examined him carefully from head to toe.

"You just got sick, you should rest in bed now. There is no treasure for you to dig at home, my little treasure hunter."

In response to her, Alka gave her an awkward smile.

In order to recall all the memories of his original self without revealing himself, Alka had been lying in bed pretending to be sick these past few days, and tried not to communicate too much with his former acquaintances.

The person in front of him was his neighbor, who seemed to be very familiar with his ex-mother and could be considered a relative.

During the period of pretending to be sick, she was the one who came most frequently and cared the most about Alka.

I didn't expect to be caught red-handed.

The brain works like crazy.

Alka said directly, "Aunt Marcy, I just remembered that my father once left some money for me here."

As he spoke, he revealed a somewhat awkward smile.

"Okay, okay, then congratulations, you've found treasure again."

Aunt Marcy said in a slightly perfunctory tone.

He picked up the bag of gold coins covered with a lot of dirt in his hand, then grabbed Alka's shoulders and pushed him into the room.

He kept muttering, "But now, you should lie down in bed and have a good rest."

What a strong force.

Alka was pushed into the room without any ability to resist.

I could only sit on the edge of the bed helplessly.

Aunt Marcy patted the bag of gold coins in her hand, shaking off almost all the dirt on it. After seeing that it was cleaner, she nodded with satisfaction.

Put the bag of gold coins on the bedside table.

All these actions were within Alka's sight.

"Your father finally did something useful and left you a good fortune."

As soon as she picked up the bag of gold coins, she sensed the approximate number of silver coins inside by the weight and the sound of collision.

The reason why Alka said it directly was because this amount of money was not enough to move people.

There is no need to hide anything.

Aunt Marcy came to the kitchen on the side of the room. The kitchen in the stone house was open.

"With this money, you can learn a craft, such as stonemasonry or carpentry. Hans and Thomas are also good at crafts."

"Maybe I can go outside the island to learn cooking skills. The food in the tavern tastes too bad. But going to the outer island..."

Her voice began to come over, and at the same time, the sound of her starting to cook could be heard.

"If you don't like it, just farm. We are helping you farm the two plots of land your mother left behind.

With this money, I can buy two more plots of land and the golden wheat I get each year will be enough to live on.”

"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."

It's almost an instinct.

However, Alka's continued silence gradually stopped Aunt Masi's nagging.

She was washing vegetables when she turned around and glanced at Alka who was standing 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, all of these can easily take your life."

"If anything happens to you, your mother's soul will not rest in peace, and neither will your damn father."

After he finished speaking, the whole room fell silent.

Only the sound of cooking could be heard from time to time.

As far as Alka can remember, his parents disappeared when he was about 10 years old.

Although no bodies were found, it wasn't long before Aunt Marcy said her parents were dead.

That's what everyone on the island says.

From then on, although he still lived alone at home, Aunt Marcy next door basically became his second mother.

As far as I can remember, I was quite afraid of her.

Aunt Marcy is not short in stature, and it is said that ordinary men may not be her match.

It is easy to imagine what kind of punishment Alka, who was used to her originally gentle mother, would receive for her mischief at that time.

But Alka learned it through memory.

Aunt Marcy is a really nice person.

There's just a little bit of violence.

Well, just a little bit really.

…

At dusk, Aunt Marcy brought the prepared meal to the table.

"Let's eat quickly. Sigurd will be back soon. I have to go back and cook for them."

She wiped her hands on her apron and opened the wooden door without waiting for Alka to answer.

At this time, he stopped by the wooden door, turned around and said, "Get some rest tonight. If you feel fine tomorrow, go play your treasure hunt game, okay?"

There was a hint of seriousness in his tone.

"Um."

Alka nodded quickly, he was very familiar with this tone.

Aunt Marcy then walked out satisfied.

After she left, he sat down at the table, picked up the bread and dipped it in the stew and started eating.

The bread was surprisingly good, but the stew was tasteless, with only a slight salty taste.

After all, all kinds of seasonings are expensive in this era.

But at least it was edible and didn't make him feel disgusted or unacceptable.

I turned the treasure hunting manual to the page with the map and started reading.

In his field of vision, the small white dot next to his house on the map had completely stopped emitting light and had dimmed.

Does this mean that the treasure has been found?

I reached out and tried to click it.