Compared with the depressing atmosphere of the city that only had roars and roars, the atmosphere at the foot of Shushan Mountain seemed like a utopia.
It was already around ten o'clock in the evening. If they were in the city, people would be huddled in a corner, praying that they would not be caught by the demon species that come out to look for food at night.
In Shushan, compared to this, they are completely two extremes.
On the wide road between Shushan High School and Dashushan, solar street lights shine brightly.
On both sides of the road, dozens of food carts are filled with all kinds of delicious food.
The bustling crowd is wandering here, enjoying the food and peace that they have not had for a long time.
A marshmallow vendor poured sugar into a basin and turned on the gas to heat the solid sugar granules until they became liquid.
The busy vendor was sweating profusely. He was stirring the sugar liquid with one hand. With the other hand, he picked up the towel hanging around his neck and wiped the sweat from his face. He raised his head and yelled: "New fellows passing by, don't miss it." ah!"
"Marshmallow!"
"free!"
"free!!!"
A survivor covered in stench stumbled to the entrance of the snack street. He stared dumbly at the bustling crowd eating delicious food in front of him.
If it weren't for the festering wounds on his hands that kept sending pain to his nerves, he would have thought he had traveled through time.
There was nothing apocalyptic about the scene before me.
On the contrary, it looks like a snack street in peaceful times.
In the crowded snack street, many people who were as embarrassed as him were eating and enjoying their food.
The survivor swallowed, walked quickly towards the marshmallow vendor next to the entrance of the snack street, and asked tentatively: "Brother, is it free?"
The vendor did not show any disdain because of his tattered clothes. Instead, he enthusiastically picked off a marshmallow that had been made in advance and handed it to the survivor: "Praise the Lord! Of course it's free!"
The survivor took the marshmallow in disbelief, with his Adam's apple squirming and worrying whether it was poisoned. From the corner of his eye, he kept observing the people eating frantically in front of other food stalls around him.
Even before coming here, everyone who had seen it said that the Palace of Purity was good and that was good, but eating for free as soon as you come here?
The survivors were still in disbelief.
The vendor did not rush him, but asked with a very enthusiastic smile: "Brother, what level are you at? Nowadays, many important positions in the Palace of Purity are lacking talents. If you are at a high level, you might as well try to find a good job!"
The survivor hesitated and then lied: "Level 4!"
In fact, he is only level two.
It's not the cold winter now, so everyone is wearing short-sleeves.
The vendor, who had seen many such empty words, glanced at the survivor's exposed arms and general figure, and already knew in his heart that the survivor was dying of level three.
Because anyone who adds some physical fitness will have obvious changes in their figure.
Unless he is full of energy, his body cannot be so thin.
The merchants naturally don't believe that there are people who are full of energy, because those who do that have already died.
The vendor, who knew the other party was lying, did not reveal the other party's lies, but just cursed in his heart: Another pig with a green onion stuck in his nose.
He smiled at the other party, then lowered his head and continued busy with the work in hand.
The vendor skillfully controls the machine, pulling the syrup into filaments and then spinning them into fluffy white marshmallows.
After placing the finished product on the snack cart, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, glanced at the survivors who were still hesitating whether to eat or not, smiled again and continued to pour sugar into the heating chamber of the machine.
Compared to any other job, being here every day and making marshmallows is a good thing.
There is no need to go out and take risks, no need to patrol outside the safety line to warn people, you just need to stay here and make marshmallows, and you will be safe.
For every additional marshmallow given out, his contribution point income will be a little more.
If you can meet a noble person in a Feng Shui treasured place like the snack street interface.
The chickens and dogs will ascend to heaven just around the corner.
If it weren't for the fact that he had a mayor father who worked as a secretary in the mountains, he might not have been able to get this good job.
This is also one of the talent landing policies formulated and implemented by the high priest a month ago.
New survivors can have a free meal in this snack street. Except that they cannot take it away, you can eat it until you die.
Next to Shushan High School, in front of the statue of the Skeleton God, there is a large projector that will play some movies and the like.
According to normal procedures, after the new survivors have eaten and drank here, they will run over there to watch a tear-jerking movie.
Then, while drinking the fat house happy water provided by the Palace of the Past, eating potato chips, and crying, the household registration statistician in the crowd with a notebook, paper and pen will count your personal information. If you decide to stay in the past life in the future, If so, this information will become an important factor in your future job assignment.
It is worth mentioning that believers who have joined the Palace of the Rebirth, in addition to not being able to eat for free in the snack street, after work, they can also take the welfare quota specially allocated by their superiors to enter the Skeleton God Square and meet these newcomers. The survivors watched movies together, drank happy water, and ate potato chips.
What is even more worth mentioning is that originally the household registration officers were sitting behind their desks, sipping tea and instructing them to count the newly arrived survivors who were hunched over behind bars.
But since a month ago, a tragedy occurred in which a mediocre high-level chosen person was neglected and bullied by them, and then rose up to kill.
Those registered residents can no longer sit behind bars and sip tea as comfortably as before.
Instead, I took a pen and paper, left the comfortable office area, and came to the current working environment under the supervision of supervisors.
The survivor hesitated for a long time in front of the marshmallow stall, until he could no longer resist his hunger and took a bite of the marshmallow.
The marshmallow is very light and melts in your mouth when you bite into it.
Tasting the taste that I thought I would never taste again in this life.
The survivor's expression of nervousness soon turned into one of enjoyment, as he carefully felt the taste of happiness.
In a short time, the unsuspecting survivors ate all the marshmallows.
He became more and more courageous and took aim at the lean meatball next to him.
After asking the stall owner, the answer was still free.
In this way, the survivors, who were showing off with all kinds of snacks in their arms, had only one comment in their hearts about the Palace of the Past, which they had only heard of by name and had seen for the first time: great! Those who praise the Purana Palace are right!
After eating and drinking, he went to the movie viewing square in the distance under the guidance of an armed man.
The original gate of Shushan High School has been demolished.
In its place is a garden of exotic flowers.
As the survivors walked along the garden path, all they smelled was the fragrance of flowers.
"These are flowers transplanted by forestry experts from the Department of Agricultural Sciences."
The armed man looked at the survivor who was holding a piece of stinky tofu firmly in his hand and said with a kind smile: "If you have relevant skills and expertise, you can talk about it when you register later. There are many construction sites in our Palace of the Past that need to be covered with green plants. .”
The survivors who had experienced a long drought kept showing off their stinky tofu and replied vaguely: "Oh, okay!"
Crossing the garden path, we soon came to a giant square.
The first thing that catches the eye is a skeleton statue about ten meters high.
The statue was illuminated by spotlights from all directions. Even at night, the first thing people noticed was the statue holding a sword and shield, looking up to the sky and roaring silently.
The armed man looked up, crossed his hands on his chest, and said with great piety: "Praise the Lord of the Palace!"
Then he introduced to the somewhat confused survivors: "This is the patron saint assigned to us by the master of the palace. There is a patron saint at the foot of Shushan Mountain. If you are qualified to go up the mountain in the future, you will naturally be able to see it."
Four huge curtains were placed around the statue, and a tear-jerking movie was being played on them.
Behind the curtain, there were hundreds of spectators sitting. Some of them were survivors who had just arrived, and some were believers who had received leadership awards.
The survivors were like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden. They were led by the armed men to sit on an empty bench in a daze.
When he sat down, the people next to him gave him a friendly smile and crossed his hands on his chest: "Praise the Lord!"
Just when the survivor was a little confused and didn't know how to respond, he suddenly discovered with surprise that some people around the man also crossed their hands on their chests: "Praise the Lord of the Palace!"
This sound of praise to the palace master swept through the entire movie-watching crowd like a wave.
Sounds of praise to the Palace Master enveloped the survivors like waves, causing him to imitate crossing his hands on his chest with an uneasy look on his face: "Praise the Palace Master!"
The crowd soon returned to the quietness of watching a movie.
When the survivors looked at the scene on the projection screen, they almost burst into tears.
An armed man and a man wearing a white shirt and holding a pen and paper came over.
The latter also had the badge of a household registration officer hanging around his neck.
"Praise the Lord!"
"Fellow! Welcome home!"
Next to the entrance of the snack street.
The marshmallow vendor sighed one after another as he looked at the many finished marshmallows placed in front of his stall.
Originally, relying on the relationship with the mayor's father, it was not easy to get such a good position.
He thought about meeting a noble person all day long, and then relying on the noble person to rise three thousand miles, he neglected one thing.
Normally, high-level nobles rarely eat marshmallows.
When they came to the snack street, they were either wary and waiting to see what was going on.
Either the talented person boldly goes directly into the snack street to taste the sizzling barbecue or other snacks.
Basically no one would stop here to eat his marshmallows.
Unfortunately, the location and vendors' products are fixed above.
No matter how hard his mayor father tried, he could not replace the marshmallows in this good location with other foods that would make people stop.
According to the mayor's father, this was an order given by the high priest himself.
Because only in this way, to a certain extent, is it fair to the vendors.
"Hey, why haven't you met a high-level Chosen One today?"
The vendor was bored sitting on the food cart twiddling his fingernails. As long as he could meet a fifth-level chosen one, with his sharp tongue, he could...
"Um?"
From the corner of his eye, the vendor saw two figures walking away from the crowds on the road, walking alone along the edge of the green belt towards the main road of Shushan.
The vendor turned his head and looked carefully.
It was a thin figure wrapped in black clothes.
Behind him was a child who never left.
Both men were wearing masks and hats, which made it difficult for the vendors to see their faces.
But the street vendor keenly discovered one thing, that is, there were no traces of being repeatedly soaked with blood or mud on their shoes!
You know, the city is very dangerous, and there are no sanitation workers to clean the environment there.
After people walk in various environments, shoes will inevitably get wet and stained.
But the shoes of those two people, although a little dirty on the outside, were generally the cleanest among all the survivors the vendor had seen!
This means two things.
Either this, the older one and the younger one, are prudent high-level chosen ones!
In other words, there is a chance that he can rise three thousand miles to a noble person!
Or maybe the older one and the younger one were just lucky. They found some shoes that fit them before they came and put them on in order to look decent!
No matter what it is, it's worth his shouting!
Anyway, the cost of the marshmallows is public!
"Hey!" The vendor quickly stood up and yelled, "That young man and that child!"
"Would you like marshmallows?"
"It's free!"
After the vendor finished shouting, he saw the figure stopping under the street lamp. At this time, the vendor discovered that the black clothes on the figure looked like a cloak or something.
After the figure stopped, he lowered his head and said something to the child.
The vendor only saw the child looking at the many shaped marshmallows placed on his snack cart. First he shook his head, then he didn't know what the figure said, and then he nodded again.
Seeing the figure walking this way with the child.
The vendor hurriedly put on a warm smile on his face, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to choose the best-looking marshmallow.
"hiss!"
"Why is it so cold?"
A cold wind blew straight towards the snack street. Many vendors stopped what they were doing and hurriedly took out their coats and put them on.
Since more than a month ago, it has been getting cold here from time to time, and everyone is prepared.
But today, it seems to be extremely cold.
Even though the marshmallow vendor had put on the thick coat he had prepared in advance, he still felt inexplicably cold.
At this time, the two figures had arrived in front of the stall.
The man wrapped in a black cloak was wearing a mask and his face could not be seen clearly, but through his exposed pale eyebrows, the vendor's heart skipped a beat.
He took a closer look at the red bloodshot eyes in the other person's eyes, and felt another thump in his heart.
After taking a closer look at his thin body, the vendor became even more disappointed.
At this moment, the vendor was convinced in his heart that this was not a noble person.
This is also a refugee who escaped by chance after going through all kinds of dangers while hiding in the city.
He was no longer going to ask Qi Lin about their levels, because there was no need to poke their sore spots.
People who are still at level one or two at this moment are basically timid and fearful people.
However, after all, the vendor has a mayor father, and he will naturally not show his disappointment on his face despite the instructions. He still follows the procedure and enthusiastically said: "This is all a gift from the palace master, don't worry, fellow townsman!"
“This street is free for everyone to eat and drink!”
The child hid behind Qi Lin. Although he was attracted by the marshmallows and stared at the marshmallows that were handed to him, his left hand was always tightly holding Qi Lin's wandering mage cloak. He looked nervous as if he was afraid that Qi Lin would run away. .
Qi Lin took the marshmallow and handed it to Xiao Di, and said in a hoarse voice: "Take it."
After the latter took it with joy, Qi Lin took out two packs of cigarettes from his arms and placed them on the stall: "Thank you."
The vendor was a little stunned. He was not the leader. Did this person give the wrong gift?
However, this further supports the street vendor's belief that Qi Lin is just a refugee.
The vendor still maintained a warm smile: "No, no, it's free!"
"The high priest has rules and we can't take your things. We don't dare to break the rules." The vendor shrugged and handed back the cigarette, his tone very natural and familiar.
But Qi Lin just shook his head and did not take back the cigarette.
The high priest hasn't figured out how to deal with it yet.
There are also these people in the Palace of Purity. Ever since they came to Shushan District, the devil in their hearts has been whispering to them: How dare that waste take advantage of you? Kill everyone on the mountain! As for the people who are out of order at the foot of the mountain? Just turn them into your material. Anyway, they won't live long without the Palace of Purity. You are showing great compassion and helping others!
Qi Lin's bloodshot eyes filled with anger. He took a deep breath and looked down at Xiaodi who was holding a marshmallow but not eating it: "Eating something that won't damage your teeth occasionally can also supplement one of the three major nutrients." of sugar.”
Xiao Di was very obedient and said: "Uncle, didn't you say someone was waiting for you on the mountain?"
Xiao Di smelled the aroma of various snacks nearby, swallowed and said softly: "I'm not hungry yet. Uncle, didn't you say you have other things to do after seeing him? Let's go see him first, grandma said It's rude to make people wait. I can have dinner after you see him and leave."
Qi Lin raised his head and glanced at the top of Shushan Mountain, and replied softly: "Don't worry, let him wait a little longer."
The conversation between the two was very natural, and they did not shy away from the marshmallow vendor at all.
After hearing this, the vendor's expression suddenly changed!
Is there someone waiting on the mountain?
And listen to what this young man wants.
It seemed like he didn't take the people on the mountain seriously?
Could it be that I really met a low-key noble person?
The marshmallow vendor couldn't help but asked: "This... big brother! What level are you at now?"
Qi Lin didn't even raise his head, and said in a hoarse voice: "Level two."
The vendor thought Qi Lin was joking, but when he looked again at the pale skin and thin figure exposed above Qi Lin's mask.
I thought I wasn't joking.
