Like most of the people in the noodle restaurant, Jiang Baimian only looked back at the roadside and did not leave his seat.
It didn't take long for the boss, who was in his fifties with the smell of oily smoke, to hold a tray and put four bowls of oily spicy noodles in front of Shang Jianyao and the others.
In the strong fragrance that seduced greedy worms, Jiang Baimian held back his appetite and asked casually:
"The library burned down?"
"Yeah." The boss sighed, "But I don't think there's any smoke over there, the fire is probably not big."
Jiang Baimian glanced at Shang Jianyao, who had already raised his bowl, lowered his head, and hula-huru to eat, and asked "curiously":
"Does it catch fire a lot lately, or something?"
She didn't care that such a problem would make herself look like an outsider, and the most people in Weed City were outsiders.
"It's not a hot day!" The boss shook his head in denial, "I think it was those lunatics?"
"Mad?" Jiang Baimian became more interested.
The boss said "hey":
"Just after the winter, there are suddenly more donkey balls in the city, and I will put some paper in the crack of the door for you, and write on it 'The old world is destroyed by knowledge', 'Don't learn anything beyond instinct'' Stay away from books , Don't think', listen, listen, is this what people say? This paper doesn't need money
"These lunatics are really capable of burning down the library!"
"Don't care about the nobles?" Jiang Baimian restrained himself and asked while listening to Shang Jianyao's voice eating noodles.
"I don't know who it is! How do I manage it?" The boss was happy to talk about this topic.
His temples were very gray, his hair was cut short, and there were already some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.
"That's true." Jiang Baimian lowered his expectations for the security situation in Weed City.
This is definitely incomparable to the inside of "Panga".
Seeing that the boss was quite angry, she turned to ask:
"Do you still like that library?"
The boss wiped his hands on his white apron:
"Can you not care
"It's up to the children to read and read."
"There is no school in Wild Grass City? It shouldn't be." Jiang Baimian didn't hear Bai Chen mention this, and the default was yes.
The boss glanced at the door:
"There is, but there are, but in North Street, most people don't give it.
"For ordinary people like us, we can only teach our own children. Fortunately, my grandfather's generation knew a lot, and my father also received any formal education, so I can barely give most of the words in the Huitu language and most of the words in the Honghe language. Acknowledge all.
"Let's teach the children, how can I do without books? Just rely on myself, that effect, hey, don't mention it, I'll count on my grandson to be successful, know more characters, read more books, and have the opportunity to work in the municipal building, don't Like his father, he doesn’t like to read books, he doesn’t like to recognize words, and he will lose his life when he is a relic hunter!”
Having said that, remembering the fire in the library, the boss cursed again:
"That bunch of melon skins!"
Listening to the conversation between the team leader and the boss, Long Yuehong suddenly realized how difficult it is for Shuiwei Town to insist on public education.
On the dusty soil, education is not a natural right that everyone has, and even most people cannot read and write.
Jiang Baimian saw that there was a suspected "arsonist", and the matter was more like a coincidence, so he secretly relieved and joked:
"Boss, your dialect is quite complicated."
"When my grandfather's generation built the Wild Grass City, people came from all over the world, speaking all kinds of dialects, and also speaking the Honghe language. If you listen to it like this, you will learn it, and you will be confused. Hey, everyone, what to eat?" The boss saw that there were new guests coming in, so he stopped chatting and greeted him.
Jiang Baimian glanced at Shang Jianyao who was digging the bottom of the bowl, picked up his face, and asked Long Yuehong with a smile:
"what about the taste?"
"Delicious... just... a little spicy..." Long Yuehong replied vaguely.
When Jiang Baimian chatted before, he had already mixed the noodles. At this time, when he took a bite, the noodles were full of red oil, fragrant and spicy, and the chewing had the unique sweetness of starch and just the right texture. The taste is sour, and the breath is full of onion, oil, and spicy aromas.
"It's just too little." Shang Jianyao put down the tableware and added "help" Long Yuehong.
Jiang Baimian never treated the team members badly. He half turned his body and shouted loudly:
"Boss, another bowl, no, two bowls."
She felt that one bowl of her own should not be enough. Although two bowls were a little too much, they could be divided between Long Yuehong and Bai Chen.
In this way, they ate until their foreheads were sweating.
This is an indescribable enjoyment in the cold winter.
Then, at the checkout, it cost 18 de lace.
- The small bowl of oil wave spicy noodles is 1.5 drasai, and the large bowl is 3 drasai. The "old tune group" ate a total of six bowls, and the total was close to two ores.
After retrieving the two 1 Drase banknotes, Jiang Baimian counted the remaining banknotes with a little distress:
"This money can't help but be spent!"
They only exchanged 10 ores in total, and they ate almost one-fifth of a meal.
That money can last for two days.
"Let's go, go to the Hunter Guild to see and get a badge. If you want to stay longer, you have to make money to support yourself." Jiang Baimian said to Shang Jianyao, who had eaten the most.
At this point, they had returned to the street and had become a group of two again.
Shang Jianyao touched his stomach and said regretfully:
"The second bowl should be replaced with other noodles, the kind with meat."
"As long as you can make money, you will definitely next time." Jiang Baimian didn't dislike this guy who just wanted to eat.
This is because their "old tune group" has taken a detour, and there is not much food left, so their current priority is to solve the problem of survival.
Of course, if you can contact the intelligence personnel, there is a high probability that there will be other channels for obtaining materials.
On the streets of Yecaocheng in the afternoon, the sun is not so warm anymore, and the cold wind of hula la burrows into the clothes of pedestrians.
As a result, many people would not go out unless necessary. Except for the Weed City patrolmen with submachine guns and the relic hunters who were in a hurry, the streets were extremely deserted.
After arriving at the central square, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao turned to West Street, and within a few steps, they saw the Hunters Guild occupying an entire building.
Under the imitation eaves and bucket arches, there is a "Hunters Guild" made up of mottled white walls and small light bulbs.
The latter is available in two languages, and you can imagine how bright and eye-catching it will be at night, when powered up.
On the bottom floor of the guild, all the rooms were opened, leaving only the pillars and walls that could not be knocked on, forming a very wide hall.
At this time, the row of doors was open for people to come in and out at will.
On the walls and pillars next to different doors, the same large black characters are written:
"Working hours: 8.30am to 8.30pm.
"Remember: The officers of this guild have the legal right to carry guns.
"Warning: Please consciously maintain order.
"… "
While Jiang Baimian was browsing these contents, a group of people came out of the Hunter Guild.
Two of them are quite conspicuous.
One is a robot, with silver-black overall appearance, smooth lines and obvious texture, with eyes like two light bulbs flashing red light; Iron black, and the corresponding part above the wrist joint is covered by the sleeve and cannot be seen.
"Mechanical arm..." Jiang Baimian knew that he was talking loudly to himself, so he had to hold it in his heart.
The relic hunters who come and go are all looking at this group of people with envious eyes.
Bai Chen's eyes were also following them.
"There are intelligent robots... it's amazing!" Long Yuehong said sincerely.
Even if it is not a combat-type intelligent robot, it is a good helper for survival in the wild!
They are not hungry, they are not tired, they are not afraid of poisonous gas, they are not afraid of ordinary firearms, they are not afraid of harsh environments, and they have super heavy load capacity.
The only question is how to power them.
Unfortunately, since the destruction of the old world, there are no more than three places where intelligent robots can be produced stably. As the "antiques" are gradually broken down or destroyed, it is indeed enviable to have such a "companion" group.
In the past few years, many human beings have survived all kinds of dangers, thanks to the companionship of intelligent robots.
— Even in the old world, intelligent robots haven’t really caught on.
Jiang Baimian looked at it for a while, then withdrew his gaze, and asked Shang Jianyao next to him with a smile:
"If you were given the opportunity to install a robotic arm, what function would you prefer?"
"Open the can." Shang Jianyao replied very seriously.
"...Real use." Jiang Baimian gritted his teeth.
While speaking, the two had entered the hall of the Hunters Guild.
On the ceiling here, there are fluorescent lamps that cast a white light, and it seems that there is no need to save electricity at all.
In the hall, around the round table in the middle, there are several tables scattered, and each table has a machine with its own LCD screen.
At the big round table, there is a super huge screen hanging above it, which is slowly scrolling and displaying various tasks.
At the bottom of the screen, there are windows one by one, each with black electronic instruments.
Looking at it like this, Jiang Baimian felt that the inside and the outside were completely different worlds.
The technological content is very different.
She immediately found an empty window and walked over with Shang Jianyao.
Looking at the clean and fresh girl behind the window, Jiang Baimian said with a smile:
"Register Hunter."
"Fill out the form. If you can't write it, I'll fill it out for you." The female staff member handed out two pieces of paper, not enthusiastic but not arrogant.
The content of the form is very simple, just regular items such as name, gender, age, etc. Jiang Baimian took the pen at the window and filled it out.
Not to mention, making up a fake name is quite laborious.
In order to prevent Shang Jianyao from having a chance to play, Jiang Baimian helped him complete the filling.
After submitting the form, they took pictures one after another in front of the black instrument at the window and recorded their fingerprints.
Soon, they got two "Hunter Badges".
The badge is bronze as a whole, with a blurred face, a knife and a gun on the front, and a chip inlaid on the back.
"You are now 'novice hunters', work hard to take on the task, and you will soon become 'official hunters'." When the staff handed out the badge, they said the same words of blessing.
Jiang Baimian threw down his badge and said to Shang Jianyao with a smile:
"Let's go and see what the mission is."
Shang Jianyao immediately pinned the badge to his chest, very solemn.