Chapter 79 The wound of happiness

"I want three civilian license plates that I can enter tomorrow! Otherwise, I will go to the front to sell it myself!"

In order to force the war ticket seller to slippers, Lynn deliberately said this in a cold and hard tone.

The thin man frowned, but then grinned: "Hey, man, stop kidding. If you go to sell it to others, you will be finished by the military police! Let's do this, give you a pound of black bread, a sausage, and three license plates!"

Lynn shook his head: "You must have a license plate to enter the dock area tomorrow!"

The thin man also shook his head: "Each license plate with such a license plate is worth at least half a kilogram of black bread, not to mention... I don't have anything smaller than 228 now, unless you are willing to take the risk and wait!"

I was unfamiliar with the place and it was a war period when the enemy was approaching. So it was really too risky. Lynn thought calmly. The slayer in front of me might not have the license plate to board the ship in the past two days. Everyone understands the principle that life is more important than everything. Naturally, normal people will not use the license plate that can leave as soon as possible to exchange a little bread or gold or silver. However, many people are willing to exchange food and property for a more advanced opportunity to board the ship. From this point of view, the special license plate in their hands should still be very valuable.

Thinking of this, Lynn showed his last trump card: "In addition to what you said, add a watch and work properly! If it works, the deal will be completed!"

The thin man frowned and gritted his teeth. He seemed very embarrassed, but he looked around and then said to Lynn: "Come with me!"

This transaction reminds Lynn of the dealers who sell so-called smuggling shoes. He takes the customers back to the house where the goods are stored - either in a humid basement or a stuffy top floor. The rent is naturally the cheapest, and the smell of rubber in the room makes people reluctant to stay for a moment.

Following the thin man into a house, Lin Neng was still more scheming and quietly took out the mullet gun and put it in his coat. His posture was like a gangster in the movie who was always ready to fight for guns. This wooden and stone house is a three-story structure, with a large hole in the roof being opened by a bomb, so that the light in the corridor was particularly bright. Following the broken stairs to the second floor, Lin Neng noticed that almost every room here was hit or pried open. It seemed that the owner locked the windows of the entire department when he left, hoping to keep it as it was when he went out. Unfortunately, although the Allied bombing and the Soviet siege did not completely destroy the city, the indigenous people never had a chance to return here, and "Konisburg" will soon become a name that only exists in history.

After thinking about such heavy resentment, Lynn suddenly had a strange thought: Maybe the history of this world will undergo major changes due to his arrival?

Then he walked into an unlocked room. Lin En saw the woman sitting on the bed. She looked in her thirties, very thin, and had a bad complexion. The non-pathological weakness was exactly the same as the thin man. Seeing Lin En, a guy wearing a military uniform and carrying a spear, her eyes suddenly showed a look of horror, and her right hand hidden in the quilt seemed to be grabbing something. He heard the thin man say that he was here to sell license plates, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

In this era of chaos, it is normal to be more prepared, but after spending time with the White Goatee family for a long time, Lin En has become accustomed to unsuspecting relaxation.

The thin man lay down and dragged a box out of the bed, opened it directly in front of Lin Neng, took out one big and one small from a kraft paper bag of different sizes, and then stuffed the box back under the bed.

"One pound of black bread, one sausage!" the man said, opening the kraft paper bag. The big one was a complete piece of black bread, and the small one was a sausage two fingers long and thin with thumb. Forget it, he took out three license plates from his pocket of his close clothes, and then took off the steel-colored mechanical watch from his wrist - everything seemed to have been prepared in advance as Lynn asked.

The bartering transaction was clear at a glance. Lin En put the sausage and license plate into his pocket with his left hand. After looking at his watch, the pointer was still turning, and the time indicated was 5:00. So he put the bread wrapped in kraft paper under his armpits. After the thin man carefully confirmed the special license plate he provided, Lin En nodded to the woman who had just stared at him with curious eyes: "Good luck, goodbye!"

Although the woman didn't say anything, she was reluctant to leave what Lynn took away. This made Lynn feel that this thin man might not resell his license plate to make money in the war, but like himself, he wanted to use his own efforts to get his relatives out of this dangerous place of war early. A privileged license plate might be able to exchange more valuable things from other soldiers, or pretend to be the SS. - Lynn really didn't want to spend more time thinking about these. The sky got darker, and he walked all the way, even trotting for a few steps, and finally returned to the hotel before dark.

Before pushing the door and entering the room, he took a deep breath. He was used to life and death on the battlefield, but now he was extremely afraid of seeing unexpected and unfortunate scenes.

Holding his breath, he pushed the door open, fortunately, the young woman and little Kassili sat on the bed safely, and the white goatee moved back from the balcony to the room, and he was still reading a book at this moment.

"Hey, see what I've brought back!"

Lynn smiled and raised the "trophy" in his hand, and deliberately shook the kraft paper bag containing bread and sausages to make a sound.

"Dad is back!" Little Kasili snuggled happily beside her mother, and her small eyes suddenly smiled into a crescent moon.

The young woman did not speak, but looked at Lin Neng with a slightly awkward smile, and the expression revealed in her eyes was quite complicated.

She is no longer a boy who is in love, but Lin En still has a strange feeling of heartbeat at this moment.

"Well! There are three more license plates that allow us to enter the dock area in advance!" He said as he walked to the table and quickly unpacked the kraft paper bag.

From the beginning of entering the door, Kacili's eyes never left Lynn, so when he took out the sausage, the little girl shouted in surprise: "Oh, it's sausage! Mom, it's sausage!"

How long has it been since this poor child seen meat? Lynn felt a little sad. The child without a father is so pitiful!

Unlike Chinese sausages that are directly filled with meat and dried, European sausages are both pure meat or mixed with meat, starch and spices, and the color looks even. When stored or carried out, some are smoked and grilled, while others need to be cooked before they can be eaten. It is said that there are thousands of different sausages in Germany alone. Lynn picked up the sausage and smelled it. Fortunately, it was cooked, otherwise it would be neither fire nor electricity, so he didn't know how to eat it.

With kraft paper holding the sausage, Lynn solemnly walked to the bedside and sat sideways beside Little Kacili: "Come on, eat it! It's a pity that there is no hot soup!"

Although he kept looking at the sausage, Kacili shrank into her mother's arms and said in her light and innocent tone: "Dad eat first!"

Unexpectedly, a three or four-year-old child would say such words, Lin En was stunned for a moment, looked up at the young woman, and the sadness of happiness was written on her delicate face.

"Dad has eaten it!" The familiar lie was spoken from his mouth, and Lin En felt very sad - if he died in that world, how sad it would be if he had worked hard to raise his parents!

Kacili hesitated to pick up the sausage, looked back at the young woman, and said well-behavedly: "Mom and grandpa eat together!"

The young woman just touched her daughter's hair silently, with crystal tears in her eyes.

Lynn sighed and said softly: "Everyone eats one bite, and leave the rest for tomorrow, okay?"

The little girl nodded vigorously.

"Then Kacili eat first!" Still feeling helpless and worried about that world, Lynn forced out a smile.

The little girl bit a small bite on the sausage, but reluctantly.
Chapter completed!