Chapter 8: Credit

Although Joan deliberately lightened his movements, Kandy was aware of it for the first time and quickly bounced from the bed, inadvertently showing a strong body.
Seeing Joan bring food, the girl's eyes appeared grateful, holding back the headache, and squeezed out a smile and thanked him.
Joan handed her a note with a short sentence:
"headache?"
"Since I picked up a strange glowing spar near Beaver Village yesterday morning, my head has been in pain."
Kandy rubbed her forehead and looked both frustrated and confused. She still didn't understand what bad luck she had gone, nor did she know that the mysterious crystal that had caused her headaches had fallen into Joan's hands.
Joan looked at Kandy's slightly sick face, guessing that she was mostly affected by the energy burst from the "tears of God" and her spirit was shocked. He sympathizes with Conty's experience, but unfortunately he is powerless. After all, he doesn't understand medical skills, nor is he a magic spellcaster.
"I just went to visit Mr. Thale. The old gentleman is very kind. Let me stay here temporarily and wait until my body is better... I hope this will not disturb you." Kandy looked at Joan's face timidly. Bright eyes flashed slightly in the night.
Joan shook his head. I wanted to say something, but felt that it was worth noting. I turned around silently and went back to my bedroom.
The next day, Jo Antian got up before dawn, and had nothing to eat at home. He stood in front of the empty cupboard, holding the same empty purse, and his mood was as gloomy as the weather outside the window.
People have to eat when they are alive, and Joan now has to face two choices: either go to grandpa to borrow money or go to the grocery store to buy food on credit. He was disgusted with both options, because he had to ask for help.
When most people encounter difficulties, the first thing that comes to mind is to seek help from relatives and friends. It can even be said that human society is built on this kind of mutual help and friendship framework. However, Joan, a lonely boy in the bone, is not like ordinary people. The opposite is true-if you have to ask someone for help, he would rather speak to a stranger than owe it to friends and family. Rather than asking for help from his only relative in the world, Jo Anning would rather go to aunt Barbara, a non-kind grocery store owner, to take a credit.
When it was almost six o'clock, the snow outside the window was fast, and Joan left the house alone in the cloak, and the footprints behind him were instantly overwhelmed by heavy snow.
Joan trudged through the knee-length snow for half an hour. When the grocery store in town just opened for business, she found her aunt Barbara and handed her a note.
Barbara is a middle-aged woman in her forties. She has a chubby figure like a wine barrel. She always has a hearty smile on her face. She is known for her enthusiasm and nostalgia in the town. On occasions of funerals and marriages, her active figure and enthusiastic Zhang Luo are indispensable.
Aunt Barbara didn’t have much ink in her belly. Fortunately, Joan took this into consideration and wrote out the request for food on credit in as plain text as possible. Finally, he also set up a document and solemnly promised to guarantee the return of the interest before the end of the month Arrears.
Aunt Barbara's eyes narrowed slightly and she leaned over to the window. After reading the note with a little morning light through the window, her mouth grew wider and she couldn't help laughing.
Joan clenched her fists tightly, not understanding why she laughed.
"What a weird boy!" Aunt Barbara threw the note aside, and hurried to the food counter with agile footsteps that did not match her figure. She grabbed the hot bread and stuffed it into the basket. And put another jar of honey in it.
"Well, take it!" Aunt Barbara handed a full basket of food to Joan, freeing her chubby left hand to touch the teenager's head, "My little pitiful, eat more, don't be hungry !"
Joan thanked him in a grateful manner and promised to repay the money on time.
Aunt Barbara laughed again, and smiled and told Jo Ann that she started her own shop to do business, and her patrons were all neighbours and folks. This is not a shameful thing.
"My good boy, you are the smartest kid in our town, and you will surely become a great Archmage in the future, why worry about this little money, even if the bread is delivered to you by the aunt, can you make the Master Master hungry! "
Aunt Barbara's enthusiasm made Joan both moved and embarrassed. She bowed to her again, lifted the bread basket and ran out of the grocery store like a fugitive, and ran home all the way. The bread was still warm.
Joan sat down to drink a glass of water and took a breath. He ate a loaf of bread and wanted to eat the second one, but forced himself to restrain his appetite because he didn't want to ask Aunt Barbara for credit before paying off his debts. Although the enthusiastic female shopkeeper didn't mind this, the more enthusiastic and generous the other party was, the less Joan wanted to owe her too much.
Joan divided the remaining bread and honey into three parts, one was stored in the kitchen pantry, and the remaining two were reserved for Grandpa and Kandy.
Joan first sent one of the foods to his grandfather's wooden house. Without disturbing the sleeping old man, he quietly entered the house and left quietly. The copy for Kandy had not yet been sent, and the Asa girl had gotten up and washed, and said good morning to him with a smile.
"Kitchen, breakfast." After Joan briefly explained, he turned and whistled, calling for the hound Jamie.
Joan polished the hatchet, wrapped it in a piece of cloth, slanted it around his waist, led the dog and went out.
Not far away, there were rapid footsteps behind him. Joan stopped to look back and saw Kandy's mouth holding a piece of bread, which was flying towards here. She ran fast, like a carefree fawn, with linen braids fluttering in the wind as she ran.
"Joan Joan! Where are you going?" Kandy chewed the bread, his watery eyes filled with curiosity.
"Hunting." Joan pointed to the woods in the distance. He hopes to gain something today and sell his prey to pay for the bread and honey.
"Hunting? Then you must bring me!" Conti said eagerly. "I will hunt for you, even if I pay for the food?"
Joanne could see that although Kandy was only a 13- to 14-year-old girl, she was not the kind of young lady who could not help the wind, and she was quite capable. Considering that the Assa people live on fishing and hunting for men and women, Kandy has also been trained in hunting. It is really helpful to bring her, but Joan is more worried about her health, so he refers to his own temporal part.
"Today's headache is not as severe as yesterday," Kandy smiled deliberately. "Don't worry, I won't be your burden."
Seemingly to prove his strength, Kandy suddenly reached forward. Joan hadn't had time to see her movements, and the hatchet in her waist had fallen into her hands.
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