Long Yuehong walked slowly along the street under the light of street lamps with small intervals, observing whether there were any elderly local residents.
In the process, he was inevitably attracted by the dazzling array of goods in various stalls, and was full of interest in the strange and strange things found in the ruins of different cities.
After walking for a while, Long Yuehong stopped in front of a booth.
There are many jade, emerald and diamond jewelry here.
He felt that his mother didn't seem to have anything similar, and wanted to get her one or two back.
- Inside "Panga", the ornaments of ordinary employees are mainly silk flowers and hairpins, necklaces, earrings, rings, brooches, and silk scarves are either the ones that have been passed down for several generations, or the employees of the "Security Department" go out to "pick up garbage" Picked up, the number is scarce, not so easy to get.
Long Yuehong squatted down, picked up a diamond necklace that looked rather dazzling, and looked at it carefully for a while.
He can't tell whether this is good-looking for women, he can only consider it from another angle:
Gold and silver jewelry are more practical. Even if you change them back and mother doesn't like them, they can be used as equivalents.
—During the trip, Long Yuehong and Shang Jianyao learned some economic concepts from Jiang Baimian.
"Why is there no gold jewelry?" Long Yuehong took the diamond necklace, swept it around, and asked in confusion.
The stall owner, a grey man with a full beard, replied sullenly:
"Some of the gold and silver are collected by caravans, do you still need to sell them?"
Yes, these are all items with industrial use, and can also be used as currency... After Long Yuehong was relieved, she put down the diamond necklace.
He felt that the attitude of the stall owner was not very good, and he did not want to trade items with him.
As soon as he stood up, the stall owner also stood up and shouted:
"Outlander, don't you know the rules of our Tarnans
"Pick up what you've seen and must buy!
"You've already touched it with your hands, what else would anyone want?"
Long Yuehong was surprised and a little frightened, just as she was about to explain that she didn't know about this situation, she saw a man who seemed to be a local resident playing with a set of white porcelain bowls and dishes at the next stall, and then put it on again. Went back, turned around slowly and left.
In the process, no one stopped him, and no one made him have to buy it.
Long Yuehong, who is also considered to have a lot of dust experience, suddenly woke up and pulled up the corner of her clothes to reveal the pistol on her armed belt.
The stall owner smiled disdainfully:
"Want to grab it directly
"I don't think you know how powerful the Robot Guard is!"
Of course, Long Yuehong remembered the law that "Tarnan prohibits private fights". What she did just now was just an attitude.
He looked up at the surveillance cameras on the nearby street lights, and asked the stall owner:
"Do you want to hit me
"This seems to be a private fight."
The stall owner smiled:
"The robot guards don't care about private fights without weapons."
While speaking, the owners of the two stalls next to him also stood up, strengthening his momentum.
"It turns out that it is." Long Yuehong got the answer she wanted and looked like she was suddenly enlightened.
As soon as the words fell, he took a step, instead of retreating, he rushed forward.
When he acted with Bai Chen in Weed City before, he received corresponding teachings:
In the face of a similar situation, don't show a weak posture, even if the opponent's firepower is ferocious and can really kill you, you have to bluff.
Of course, if the enemy does not eat this set at all, there is an old saying:
"The person who knows the current affairs is Junjie."
About a minute later, Long Yuehong patted her clothes, looked down at the stall owner and his two companions who were lying on the ground, and said "doubtfully":
"It's really strange, how can it not be considered a private fight without a weapon?"
The stall owner and his two companions curled up into a ball, clutching their stomachs, moaning in pain, unable to answer.
Frankly speaking, the three of them really went together. Long Yuehong's double fists may not be able to fight against the six hands. After all, they can't cause people's lives, but he attacked the other side unexpectedly, and after a time difference, the stall owner's companions reacted. The main goal was quickly solved before, and then he took advantage of the other two weaknesses of taking into account the goods of the booth and holding back, and easily got them.
Seeing that the surrounding pedestrians and other stall owners have not interfered in this matter, Long Yuehong has a deeper understanding of the rules of survival on the dust:
In the contemporary age where order has not been fully established, a big fist is the last word.
With a little more certainty in his heart, he stepped forward.
As he walked, he saw a familiar figure:
Shang Jianyao stood in the middle of the street, looking left, right, and forward, hesitating, as if he couldn't make up his mind about something important.
Hey, does he have times like this too? Long Yuehong was curious for a while, and had the idea of going up to ask.
At this moment, he saw the situation on the street clearly:
On the right, a group of people gathered around, dancing strangely to the beat of the drums in the stereo, and from time to time they shouted in unison "Praise you, the door to the new world";
On the left, another group of people gathered around the half-height wooden platform and sang the sentences like "The world is a fantasy, Nanke is a dream" and "The mirage is the highest, the broken mirror is forever", bringing out an ethereal and sacred feeling;
In the front right, an iron pot is standing, exuding a strong fragrance. The chicken wings wrapped in powder are gradually turning pale gold. In front of the iron pot, there is a very thin pillar, and a woman is standing on the pillar with one foot. At the top, his arms are fully open, showing his symmetry and balance.
When he looked back, Long Yuehong already understood what Shang Jianyao was embarrassing about:
There are three different sects here, dancing, singing and fried chicken wings so he can't decide!
This is really a crucial crossroads in Shang Jianyao's life... A line from the radio drama suddenly flashed in Long Yuehong's heart.
In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that these three companies were too close together, he felt that Shang Jianyao would definitely "have them all".
At the same time, he also initially confirmed which three sects were:
One was the "Furnace Cult" they had just met, the other was the "Scale of Glory" mentioned by Felin, the leader of the "Rootless" business group, and the other should be a religious group that believed in the "Broken Mirror" in November.
Tarnan is really lively... Long Yuehong decided to ignore business affairs and continue his "adventure".
Although he is also a little craving for fried chicken wings, he is not a person who will sell his faith for the Holy Communion.
Crossing the serious and hesitant Shang Jianyao, Long Yuehong walked several dozen meters.
Looking around, he saw an old lady sitting at the entrance of the alley.
The old lady was wrapped in a thick dark red padded jacket, with a rattan chair under her body, her hair was gray, and she was obviously not young.
There was no stall in front of her, she seemed to simply come out to feel the excitement.
Seeing that the other party was a man of gray soil, Long Yuehong gathered up his courage, moved closer, and politely shouted:
"Mother-in-law, can I ask you something?"
The old lady raised her head and opened her mouth:
"#%&^＊&＊"
Long Yuehong was at a loss.
It was only then that he discovered that some sub-dialects of Huitu language may be more difficult to understand than Honghe language.
This is how to do? Just when Long Yuehong backed away and was about to leave politely, the old lady calmly took out a palm-sized black electronic product from her pocket, pressed a button, and repeated the previous words again.
Then, the black object made an electronically synthesized sound:
"You're very polite, what do you want to ask?"
Long Yuehong briefly forgot her mission and blurted out:
"what is this?"
He has confirmed that the other party can understand his grayish language.
After the old lady said it again, the black electronic product made a sound again:
"This is a 'translator' from the old world, repaired by Mechanical Heaven.
"Last time, a caravan gave me a bunch of canned food in exchange for food, vegetables and livestock, and it was very useful."
"Indeed." Long Yuehong gradually understood the words of Shifang Trading Company Means:
There is nothing strange about Tarnan, that is, there are more robots, electronic products, and mechanical products.
Thinking about telling the team leader to get one or two spares, Long Yuehong turned and asked:
"Mother-in-law, are you a local?"
"Yes." The old lady used the "translator" to communicate with Long Yuehong, "I have been here for three years in the new calendar, and it has been more than forty years, and my children have children. Hey, when I stayed there The decision to come down was really wise. None of my friends in the southern belt lived to my age. They were either killed by robbers, encountered wars, encountered plagues, encountered famine, or were a little older, all kinds of things. Illness comes."
Long Yuehong praised the venue and stepped into the topic:
"Mother-in-law, you have been in Tarnan for so many years, do you know what 'Mechanical Paradise' wants most?"
The old lady recalled:
"They want more, but they haven't gotten it, haven't made it, or don't exist at all, such as 'nuclear power miniaturization technology', 'ultra-high performance battery technology', old world controllable nuclear fusion The key data for the study, the construction of the oil pipeline from the 'Linhai Alliance' to Tarnan, the restoration of more railway lines between the two places, er, they seem to be lacking various mines."
"..." Long Yuehong's expression stiffened.
Mineral resources and infrastructure are not mentioned. For the previous needs, if the "old-fashioned team" can obtain or get them out, they can directly enter the process of "saving the world".
After a few seconds, Long Yuehong reluctantly asked:
"Do they have nothing else, especially want?"
The old lady thought for a while before saying:
"Also.
"When I first came to Tarnan, 'Mechanical Paradise' was offering a reward to find someone, his name was Maximian, a man from the Red River, who seemed to be a scientist.
"This reward has been offered for many years. Later, I don't know if I found it or gave it up, and there is no more."
Maximian... Long Yuehong wrote down the name and asked:
"Do you remember the characteristics of that person?"
The old lady answered without hesitation:
"I don't remember, I didn't take this task at all, I heard it mentioned."
Long Yuehong asked:
"Then who took it?"
"That old immortal took it." The old lady said with a smile, "It's the current president of the guild, Gu Bo Gu."