Shen Yan used to think that the Tiger and Leopard Mercenaries were poor, but now it seems that they are living a pretty good life in Xiacheng District. At least they can have wheat cakes to eat and a bed to sleep on.
Sun Ci used a dustpan to dry the selected roots together.
The dustpans are woven from the leftover bamboo when making steamers. There are several large and small ones. They are especially useful for drying sauerkraut.
The locust cub scratched his head. This heroic spirit of Shen Yan was so strange, helping to dry pickled vegetables? But it doesn't look like it.
Locust Cub said: "Shen Yan, I brought you buns back."
Shen Yan gets up late every day. Although their place is not far from the city gate, it still takes half an hour to walk and he often misses breakfast.
So since he started selling steamed buns, Locust Cubs would bring back a big steamed bun for Shen Yan.
After Shen Yan washed up, ate the steamed buns, and started looking for work.
Get a push plane and start planing the wood.
In the past, when I watched Zhao Kuo and others planing wood at night, it was quite simple. But once I started to use it, I realized that even if I had the tools, I really couldn't do the job without the strength.
Not long after, there were three blood blisters on my hands.
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In the next few days, the business at the stall began to pick up.
However, the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group across the street also started selling steamed buns.
When Locust Cub ran back and told Shen Yan the news, his eyes were red with anger.
However, Shen Yan cheered up and took the Locust Cubs and several other children to the theater.
When we arrived at the city gate, a good show was going on.
The diners who went to the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group to buy steamed buns were cursing.
The reason is simple, the taste is too different.
The buns sold by the Tiger and Leopard Mercenary Group are big, soft and fragrant, and taste extremely good. If you chew them for a while, they can even taste sweet, and they are talked about by people.
The steamed buns sold by the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group look flat and unsightly at all. Their dough is dead and they don't taste like the steamed buns sold by others.
For a moment, I wanted to break a copper coin into two mercenaries. I felt like I had been cheated, and I had to curse a few times.
The people in the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group were also very aggrieved. They found that making steamed buns requires a lot of flour, and the steamed buns sold at this price would not make much money at all. They didn't know what the people in the Tiger and Leopard Mercenary Group were doing. So stupid, how about relieving the poor?
However, they thought that the people of the Tiger and Parlor Mercenary Group were probably lowering the price. When business was good, the price would definitely increase. No one wanted to make a loss-making transaction.
So, they do the same.
As a result, there are still people who think their steamed buns are not delicious.
It's intentional to make people unhappy.
Especially the ones who dared to yell at them were the mercenaries from the Lower City who they didn't think highly of.
They were all providing relief to refugees, and they were supposed to have a superior mentality of giving alms, so they started by cursing and making noise, which turned into pushing and then fighting.
Locust Cub's jaw dropped to the ground when he saw it: "What happened? Why did they start fighting? Haha."
Shen Yan smiled. There was no rising powder or yeast on the other side. It was impossible to make exactly the same buns. This was not as easy to imitate as hand-rolled dough.
Shen Yan had been waiting for the other party to imitate their steamed buns. Things turned out as he imagined, well, even more exciting. His expectation was to create conflicts and highlight the goodness of his own steamed buns. Hey, business still needs support from peers. Yes, I didn’t expect the mercenaries to be so tough and capable of fighting over even the smallest of things.
Of course, it was also because the mercenaries causing trouble came from a large mercenary group in Xiacheng District and were quite confident.
Aunt Dong and others were also very happy to see it, but they were a little worried at first.
While serving food to the diners, he also said a few honest words.
"It's better to feel comfortable eating here."
The diners also had very strange expressions. They drank the sticky porridge, gnawed on the steamed buns, ate sauerkraut, and then had a bowl of the most authentic sauerkraut noodles. The delicious food made them feel that this was simply the best start to the day. Those The hardships encountered in life seem less despairing.
But look at the other side, they are all disheveled.
Why bother? Just sell an extra copper dove for the noodles here.
After eating, I suddenly felt a sense of superiority.
This is a happiness that a copper dove cannot buy.
Shen Yan walked up to Zhao Kuo who was drinking porridge: "Is the show good?"
Zhao Kuo: "..."
He rushed over in a hurry, with his sleeves pulled up and the veins on his forehead bulging. He thought he was going to have a big fight, but he didn't expect that he came to see the other party's joke.
Look, his head has been broken.
This is the Xiacheng District. The people from the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group are about to arrive and they are probably all gone. On the contrary, the people from the Xiacheng District mercenary group have the advantage of distance.
Of course, he didn't really kill him. Although the mercenary was brave, he also had a sense of proportion. It was not worth fighting for a bun.
The more you watch, the more exciting it becomes.
"I'm afraid we won't be able to do the business opposite today."
Shen Yan thought to himself that the business at his stall was stable. At least he didn't have to worry about being robbed of his business until the other party actually copied the exact same buns.
It's just that the business in this small shop doesn't allow people to make a lot of money.
There is nothing we can do about this. The collective consumption power is limited here. Apart from daily necessities, I am afraid not many people are willing to spend money on other places.
The locust cub was still there with his neck stretched out to watch the fun, his eyes widening with smiles. Even Zhao Lan, who suddenly came to their stall to spend money, found it quite pleasing to his eyes.
Look, even the members of the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group dislike the chaos at the stall opposite. They would hate it if they came to eat here.
Today, Zhao Lan was carrying his holy vessel, and his attitude was a little different from before.
He specially found a table close to Shen Yan, Zhao Kuo and the others, placed the sacred box on the table, and stroked the box with his hands.
Then he said casually: "Good gun, good gun, ranked tenth among all guns in the world..."
Chen Yan, Zhao Kuo: "..."
This younger brother probably didn't even find out who was the one who broke the news, so he just came here non-stop to show off.
Shen Yan murmured in his mind that some of Zhao Lan's behaviors were particularly strange. Why was that?
In fact, Shen Yan did not expect that the two messages he casually spread would spread at an incredible speed.
Now Zhao Lan is surrounded by people when he walks on the street. He is treated like a popular idol in Shen Yan's era.
Of course, if no one asked Zhao Lan when he would be able to call out the heroic spirit in the gun, Zhao Lan would not be able to enjoy such a star-studded moon.
In fact, even his parents and the elders in the group asked him to inquire once a day, which made Zhao Lan afraid to stay in the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group and wanted to run away all day long.
Others only saw his rise in fame, and no one cared about the pressure he had to endure.
If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.
Moreover, the news even reached the ears of Xiao Lingchen, the White King in the Emerald Forest.
What Xiao Lingchen is concerned about is that his gun is only ranked seventh?
No one knows better than him how brave and powerful the heroic spirits he summoned are.
There are actually six others ranked higher? What kind of gun would it be? Who is the current owner?
Inexplicably, I wanted to meet these people for a while.
Unfortunately, there seems to be no news about the person in front of him.
However, there was one who was ranked tenth in the Mercenary City. Xiao Lingchen looked in the direction of the Mercenary City, wondering what he was thinking.
It can interest even a legendary ranger with a cold personality like Xiao Lingchen. I have to say that although the word count of this news is short, it is quite shocking.
In addition, the people sent by the Spirit Clan to Huangcheng are on their way back. If they want the barbarians in Huangcheng to help, they need to start from other aspects.
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Shen Yan watched the excitement.
Zhao Kuo said: "Recently, many pollutant infections have occurred in the city. The source has not yet been found, and it is impossible to determine whether the infection is caused by old documents or other pollutants."
Shen Yan nodded. He already knew three cases of people who died of madness. One drowned by burying his head in a basin, one strangled himself to death, and one was killed by a car crash.
This is only what Shen Yan knows. The mercenary city is so big that there may be far more than these three incidents.
Fortunately, the three people who were infected could not bear to commit suicide at the very beginning of their madness. The most terrifying thing was those who could not hold back from committing suicide. Being infected would make their psychology extremely distorted, and they would have a dark side. Enlarging infinitely and becoming a monster hiding in the dark, it is likely to cause unimaginable collective tragedy.
Yes, monster.
Those infected by pollution elements floating in the air are called aberrations.
Those directly infected by old documents or pollutants are called monsters.
Both are infected, but the level of danger is completely different.
Shen Yan returned to the warehouse and was planning wood while thinking about whether the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group would take revenge after making such a big mistake today.
To put it bluntly, although today's incident was brought about by the other party, it was also indirectly caused by the Tiger and Leopard Mercenary Group. If there were no buns from the Tiger and Leopard Mercenary Group for comparison, the buns they sold would actually be pretty good.
Shen Yan also discovered that the Iron Blood Mercenary Group seemed to be deliberately targeting Zhao Kuo, as if they were pressing on Zhao Kuo step by step, but they did not dare to come forward openly.
Shen Yan shook his head: "I don't know what the Iron Blood Mercenary Group is going to do!"
I don't know how long it took, but a bunch of wood flowers fell on the ground. He had finally finished planing the legs of a table in the past few days. The speed was a little slow, but he felt quite accomplished.
At this time, there was a sound outside.
Shen Yan thought to himself, Locust Cubs and the others are back?
Didn't you say you want to stay at the stall to help?
After waiting for a while, no one came in.
Shen Yan walked outside with some doubts.
No one, nothing.
But... there was an old, yellowed piece of paper lying on the ground.
The paper is very old, not dirty, but full of traces of time.
Shen Yan saw the difference at a glance and was a little surprised. A piece of paper from a long time ago?
How would it appear here?
There are very obvious dense words on the page.
Shen Yan, an "illiterate", thought he couldn't understand it, but when his eyes glanced above, he was stunned.
It is not human common script, nor is it Abyssal script or Eldar script.
The strokes of the handwriting are crooked, like wriggling threads, but...
But straighten out these squirming lines, and it becomes a serious Chinese character.
In very ancient times, the strokes of Chinese characters were twisted and full of beauty and mystery. However, later, in order to be more concise and spread more widely, they gradually evolved into a square and very regular shape.
Shen Yan thought to himself, even if this is not a Chinese character, it must be an evolution of Chinese characters, and it is still a system of characters that has not evolved very long and can be traced back to the original characters.
This is a... cultural relic?
Cultural relics have witnessed the splendid civilization and years, and have experienced countless gunfire and gunpowder smoke.
Even if Shen Yan could refuse all temptations, he still couldn't refuse it.
I couldn't help but pick up the piece of paper and looked around, but there was no one there.
He walked back with some doubts.
When Shen Yan turned around, a pair of cold eyes kept staring at him, with a strange smile on his face.
