The staple food for lunch was palm-sized white bread, crispy and burnt corn kernels, and wolf meat cooked with soybeans.
Not only was Liu Jiuyue, the envoy, entertained, but the eight serfs and two guards who pulled the cart with him also benefited from it.
The guards were servants of the same status as him, but Liu Jiuyue did not expect the serfs to eat at the table.
But since they were not eating in the same place, Liu Jiuyue did not say much.
Putting his hands together, he thanked the owner who gave them the food, and he could not wait to reach out and grab the white bread on the plate.
Unlike the cold and hard green wheat cake, this bread was made of unknown ingredients and methods, but it was soft and fluffy. Just holding it in his hand, Liu Jiuyue could not help but feel his mind shaken, and he hurriedly put it into his mouth and took a bite.
It smells so good! ! !
His eyes almost popped out, and he quickly picked up the spoon and scooped another spoonful of stewed beans into his mouth before swallowing the food in his mouth.
Soft and fragrant, melting in the mouth, his taste buds gave it a very high evaluation at the first time!
Without time to savor it carefully, he ate it voraciously, like a starving ghost reincarnated, completely forgetting the instructions given to him by his boss before leaving.
Wolf meat is usually sour, but they stewed it with soybeans very well, and it tasted a bit fragrant. As for the method of cooking corn, it was even more amazing. Did they fry it in oil?
This is too luxurious!
There was enough white bread, and when Liu Jiuyue ate the fourth one, he felt that he could not eat anymore.
After drinking a sip of hot water, he tried to swallow the food stuck in his throat, and looked at Guo Niu who was eating across the table with an expression that had never seen the world.
"What is this?"
Guo Niu was a real person and answered truthfully.
"Steamed buns, corn with salt and pepper, stewed pork with soybeans."
Liu Jiuyue looked confused.
Three words he had never heard of appeared at the same time. He could no longer hide his envious eyes and asked.
"Do you eat this every day?"
Guo Niu shook his head and said.
"It depends on what's available at the market."
There is no canteen at the outpost, and the residents of the shelter are the ones who cook.
Although the market at noon is not as lively as at night, there are also many people who set up big pots there to cook some strange foods.
The manager set the standard for lunch, with a budget of 3 silver coins per person, and Guo Niu took the money to go to the market to buy.
The residents of the shelter who were doing business at the north gate were very enthusiastic, scrambling to pull him to their stalls, and even said that they could get discounts for large purchases.
Although Guo Niu didn't understand why large purchases could get discounts, it was a good thing to save money for the manager. In the end, this meal only cost 70% of the total budget, which can be said to be very economical.
"Market?"
However, after listening to Guo Niu's explanation, Liu Jiuyue's expression became even more confused.
This does sound very strange.
In general, small survivor settlements, there will be no such thing as a market.
After all, trade is the product of prosperity. If more than half of the people in a place are slaves without private property, who can they sell the things on the market to? They may not even own their own flesh, let alone have anything worth being exploited.
I heard that there was a grocery store on Beth Street before, which was run by the old mayor and allowed the garbage collectors there to exchange some daily necessities. This can be regarded as a great act of kindness in the nearby area, but the family has been driven away by these barbarians with bullets, and now I don't know if there is still such a thing as a "store" there.
Liu Jiuyue has never been there, but he only heard that a group of beggars who pick up garbage live there. They would occasionally go to the farm to pick up things, but they would usually be driven away, unless they had chips on them. The farmer did not want to cause conflicts with his neighbors, so he would usually allow them to exchange some green wheat to go back.
"Thank you for your hospitality." Liu Jiuyue wiped his mouth with his sleeve, took a moment to hold back his burp, stood up and said respectfully.
Guo Niu shook his head and corrected him seriously: "All this is the generosity of the adults. You should thank him, not me."
Liu Jiuyue looked at him enviously.
Strange.
He actually saw loyalty on the face of a serf!
But what was even more strange was that he had to please him...
After coming out of the dining room, Liu Jiuyue called on the serfs he brought to lead the two-headed cow tied to the door.
He waved the whip in his hand, as if he wanted to vent his suppressed emotions on these people.
"Hurry up, lazy dogs, it's time for us to get on the road."
The serfs did not dare to disobey him, let alone the iron rifles on his and the guards' backs. They quickly untied the ropes on the two-headed cows and set off at the urging of Mr. Liu.
However, people's simple desire for a better life cannot be stopped by a whip alone. Several serfs whispered to each other while Liu Jiuyue and the two guards were not paying attention.
"The food just now was so delicious."
"Yeah, even in a good year, we didn't eat so well..."
"This is heaven!"
"Speaking of which, that person is... Guoba?"
"It seems so."
"Unbelievable, it's him! I almost didn't recognize him!"
"If we go to him..."
"Shh! Don't let the man with the gun hear it. Don't blame me for not reminding you that the kid who boasted about traveling with the caravan was hung at the door for three days and three nights. When he was let down, half of his body was eaten!"
The serfs were silent and dared not speak anymore.
Watching the tribute camel caravan disappear at the end of the woods, Chu Guang, who was standing by the window on the third floor of the sanatorium, suddenly spoke with envy.
"It would be great if you could give me a few more cows."
Xia Yan, who came here to eat for free, joked.
"Is this considered eating from the bowl and thinking about the pot?"
She learned this sentence from Chu Guang, and it is said to be used to describe a person who is greedy. Although she does not think it is accurate to use this sentence to describe the manager, it is unexpectedly appropriate to use it at this time.
"Of course not," Chu Guang looked back at her and said dissatisfiedly, "I taught you this sentence, not for you to say it to me."
Xia Yan rolled her eyes at him lightly and continued to concentrate on dealing with the popcorn in her hand.
Although Chu Guang always said that this is junk food, she doesn't think so at all. Sprinkle a little white sugar on it, the taste is simply unique in the world!
Silver coins are really great!
She has already started to think about how to spend tomorrow's salary.
...
It was just noon.
At the entrance of Huayuan Street Metro Station, about 4 kilometers away from the Wetland Park, the pungent smell of gunpowder filled the street, and even the howling north wind could not blow it away.
A group of happy little players skillfully repeated yesterday's work of pulling monsters, focusing fire, and counting the results of the battle. They were busy and happy.
Except for two people who were not happy.
One was Mole and the other was Mosquito.
These two "contractors", one big and one small, have spent more than 400 silver coins to clear the passage from the subway station entrance to the gate of Shelter No. 117, and bought two LD-47 rifles!
If this task cannot be passed today, it is difficult to say whether the reward of 1,200 silver coins is worth it, both in terms of time and cost.
"Maybe we should learn from Brother Fang and his friends," said Mosquito with a sad face, looking at the Mole standing next to him, "I talked to Lao Bai for a while yesterday. When they were passing the greenhouse ruins, they didn't use so many people to pile up. Although they spent some ammunition, the cost was not much higher than ours."
Mole shook his head and said.
"Brother Mosquito, that's wrong. You think they are sharing their gaming experience with you, but they are just being coy. Elite tactics? Don't you see what their team is equipped with? A set of exoskeleton of the same type as the manager, a mechanical compound bow with the strongest output in the server, a mechanical hand that can maximize the output of the intelligence system, and... the highest perception in the server."
"What tactics are you discussing with them for this hexagonal team? The output of one of them is equivalent to that of three people. It's a big profit if they don't die. If we learn their way of playing, we can finish this task until next month. Listen to me, if the equipment is not enough, we have to use a large number of people to make up for it. There is no shortcut!"
I understand the truth.
But I am still so envious!
With an expression of envy and jealousy, Mosquito couldn't help but yell.
"Fuck! These damn European emperors!"
Mole also nodded and said in agreement.
"Really? Now you understand the importance of balance?"
The output of that mechanical hand is unreasonable. Throwables in his hand are almost like cannonballs. Has the planner really considered the feelings of strength players? And that mechanical compound bow is more powerful than a gun. It can penetrate armor and throw explosives. The ammunition is cheap. Is it reasonable not to cut it?
Of course, if he can be rewarded with a set of equipment of the same level or even better after completing the mission of Shelter No. 117, then he will be treated as if he said nothing.
I don't care. Anyway, I am the shady person because I am not lucky enough!
Zhang Hai, who was responsible for pulling monsters before, finally checked his results and happened to hear the conversation between the two when he came over.
Although he didn't understand it at all, he still excitedly made up a joke.
"The right line of the crowd is always the god!"
"Ni Zou Kai, why are you a newbie joining in the fun? Have you understood your own sequence?" Mosquito, who was envious of the upper one, didn't want to waste words, and stuffed a handful of coins into his hand, "Take it! No need to change!"
Zhang Hai counted it, not a single copper coin was missing, and smiled.
"Thank you, boss! I wish you a fortune!"
Hearing this fortune, the stimulated mosquito's eyelids twitched again.
Fortune?
If he continued to play like this, let alone get rich, he would be bankrupt!
Seeing the pain of the mosquito, the mole sighed and patted his shoulder gently.
"Come on, victory is just around the corner. I have a hunch that the money in this mission may not be weaker than the greenhouse ruins, and I will definitely make it back by then!"
The mosquito looked up at the sky and sighed.
"I hope so."
In fact, the words of the old man Mole were not entirely to comfort him, and victory was indeed just around the corner.
There were 67 gnawers killed in this round, which was much less than yesterday, and the agile newbie named Zhang Hai spent more than twice as long pulling monsters this time. It was obvious that the density of the alien species was not as high as in the previous few days.
Mole estimated that if the situation was optimistic, at most two more rounds should be enough to complete this task.
It happened to be lunch time, and the young players who participated in the strategy took a short break, walked into the abandoned store on the side of the road, and boiled a pot of water with the charcoal they brought and the branches they picked up.
The newbies had to save money to buy equipment, and most of them were reluctant to buy expensive supplies. The dry food they brought was mainly green wheat cakes or baked cakes made from sheep's horns.
Although this kind of dry food has little nutrition and tastes ordinary, it is convenient. Whether it is thrown into the pot and cooked into a paste, or directly chewed, it can fill the stomach.
On an empty stomach, there will be a debuff of low blood sugar, which will affect the output. The players are ready to wait until they have eaten dry food before starting the next wave of offensive.
However, at this moment, neither Mole nor Brother Mosquito noticed that on the road just one street away from the Garden Street subway station, a group of fully armed mercenaries were quietly entering this area.
They are not many in number, only eight people. Although their equipment is not the most elite, it is more than a little stronger than the scattered soldiers wandering in the wasteland. They are not only equipped with automatic weapons, but two of them also carry thigh-thick rocket launchers on their backs, with sufficient firepower.
It can be seen that their boss has invested heavily and learned from the lessons of the last failure. Not only has he hired a stronger mercenary group, but he has also bought round-trip tickets for this group of people to the northern suburbs.
Their mission is simple.
Arrive at the Garden Street subway station, clear the alien species under the subway station, and then enter Shelter No. 117, take the things inside to the evacuation point and return.
In fact, if the situation was optimistic, they should have completed this task two days ago. However, no one expected that there was another group of people who also targeted Shelter No. 117.
Those people seemed to be from the newly emerged survivor forces in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City. According to the host of the Boulder City Radio Station who was full of nonsense, these people not only killed the Blood Hand Clan, but also killed the mutants on Street 76, and recently hooked up with companies passing through the northern suburbs.
Although those people's equipment was very weak and their side had obvious advantages, no one dared to take it lightly.
Especially yesterday, the scouts who went to the high-rise building to set up a sniper point sent a message saying that they had found a target suspected to be an awakener.
Awakener!
As the captain of the twelve people, Pritt felt that things might not be as simple as imagined.
Instead of taking action immediately, they occupied a half-collapsed street building, placed a radio station, established a temporary command post here, and contacted the scouts who arrived at the front line first.
"Karl, is the awakener from yesterday still here?"
After a short wait, the voice of the scout came from the communication channel.
"No... I suspect he has not fully awakened, but there are signs of awakening."
Pritt said in a deep voice.
"What is the ability?"
Karl replied.
"It may be related to the intuitive system or the spiritual system."
Intuitive system or spiritual system.
Pritt's brows were tightly furrowed.
The so-called awakening is the "alienation" of some of the traits in the body, showing some characteristics different from ordinary people.
There are many possible causes of awakening. The more common ones are the use of gene modification drugs, or the stimulation of survival instincts at the critical moment of life and death, resulting in the explicit expression of the unactivated fragments in the gene fragments.
Compared with the "risk-controllable" mechanical prosthetic transformation, awakening is undoubtedly a thorny road. Although it can bring powerful power, it is not without cost.
However, it is undeniable that the awakened are indeed difficult to deal with, especially the spiritual and intuitive ones. Many of their abilities are simply unreasonable and hard to guard against.
Just like the energy weapon branch of light weapons!
"That group of people are preparing for the second wave of offensive. I feel that the alien species under the subway station have been almost cleared by them... Boss, when do we start?"
Pritt said calmly.
"Don't panic, wait for them to lure the alien species out from below."
It may be a genius idea to lure the alien species out from under the subway station and focus on them, but these people obviously did not realize how big the noise they made and the flaws behind their buttocks were.
Pritt's thinking is very clear.
They don't need to fight those survivors head-on. They just need to wait quietly for the alien species to come out in full force, and take advantage of the survivors waving cold weapons to rush up and then kill them.
Even if there are awakened people, what does it matter?
It is as easy to eat these survivors and alien species in one bite as to eat a sandwich cookie.
Thinking of this, a faint smile appeared on Pritt's face.
He will teach these survivors a lesson.
Tell them what it means to be a mantis stalking a cicada, while the oriole is waiting behind! -