It was getting dark, and in a simple brick house, "ding dong!" and "ding dong!" sounded one after another.
inside the room.
Many shirtless survivors were beating the red-hot iron with sledgehammers.
Jingle Bell--
Suddenly, a rapid ringing sounded not far away.
Hearing this voice, Chen Xian stopped what he was doing, endured the pain in his arms, picked up the blackened towel next to him and wiped his body carelessly.
Looking at the half-formed iron block in front of him, he sighed deeply.
With good talent, he became a warrior within ten years after time travel and joined the hunter team. Almost every time he went out, he came back with great achievements.
Even in the wasteland, life is enjoyable.
But something unexpected happened. During a hunting trip, his thigh was pierced by the fangs of an alien beast and he was infected with the T virus.
Not only has his strength regressed from an intermediate warrior to a junior warrior, but he also needs to spend a lot of money every week to purchase medicines to suppress the spread of the virus.
Thinking about the lack of a bright future, Chen Xian laughed helplessly to himself, "You are already such a bear, why don't you accept your fate? Let life take its toll, and at least enjoy it, right?"
At the door, there is an ironware quality inspection desk. Chen Xian put the iron tools on top, the iron pot and the shovel.
"Two pieces of ironware, average finished product, two yuan."
In the scrap iron workshop, wages are paid once a day.
If you can't make a piece of iron in one day, you will naturally be kicked out.
Chen Xian received two white chips, which are metallic plastic coins.
Walking outside, the temperature dropped significantly, which was very refreshing.
What comes into view is a collection of simple houses of various shapes.
Some are made of wood.
Some are made of iron plates.
Some are simply built from several plastic boards.
Walking along a narrow path, you can smell the various mixed smells of garbage, feces, urine, rot, etc. that rush into your nose.
It wasn't until he saw the sign of the waste recycling station that Chen Xian relaxed a little, even loosening the rust-stained iron rod in his hand.
It is said that this shop is the property of a certain adult in the inner city of the barrier, but no one dares to make trouble.
Shelter is definitely not synonymous with simplicity. On the contrary, disorder, robbery and murder are common.
In front of the recycling bin, there is an electronic scale that no one knows is accurate, and a price list for recycling items hangs next to it.
Iron material: 3 coins per catty
Rubber: 5 coins per catty
Dry battery: 7 coins per catty
…
"I'll just say it!"
"Boy Chen, you have to think everything through! When I was your age, I had seven or eight children!"
The old man sitting on the wicker chair lit up when he saw Chen Xian. He had a cigarette in his mouth and an old revolver in one of his hands.
Old Li Tou is not only the owner of the recycling station, but also worried about the marriage problems of young men and women in several surrounding streets. Of course, the prerequisite is that they have money.
Chen Xian smiled helplessly, not knowing how to speak.
The old man raised his hand and said with a smile: "Isn't it just to solve personal problems? There is nothing to be embarrassed about. Take a look at our shelter, there is no single man like you! There is a woman who warms the bed next to you. I don't know how to live that day. How cool!"
Chen Xian quickly nodded in agreement, and at the same time took out a cloth bag from his arms and handed it to his hand.
This is the deposit for his wife.
The old man took it and opened it, with a smile on his face: "If you are in a hurry, I can get it done tonight."
Ten chips are already a month's income for ordinary people.
Blacksmiths like them, considered a middle-income group, have about 20 yuan a month.
Chen Xian said: "Uncle Li, my request is simple. He should not be too young, and his appearance should be acceptable. Well, it is best if he is helpless."
The old man frowned, took two puffs of dry cigarette, and then said: "Boss Chen, you said these are easy to find, but the key is this look..."
Chen Xian took out another cloth bag from his arms and threw it over.
He had seen that almost all the women in this shelter were sallow, thin, and malnourished. If you really want to find one like this and take it back, you might as well live the rest of your life relying on the five-fingered girl.
"Uncle Li, just look for him. It won't be a problem for a few days."
After receiving Chen Xian's bag again, the hesitation on the old man's face was instantly wiped away, "Don't worry! I'll definitely find one that satisfies you within ten days!"
"Then please leave it to Uncle Li!"
After Chen Xian said that, he left the scrap station and walked towards his home.
His family's residence, called Witte Street, is on the outskirts of the shelter.
It was converted from an abandoned parking lot.
It is said to be a residence, but it is just a shack built haphazardly with wooden boards and plastic boards.
When you enter the door, you can see that the interior is an irregular triangle, surrounded by a wall nailed with wooden boards. There is an earthen stove under the wall, and a small iron pot is placed on the earthen stove.
On the ground not far away is a layer of hay, with bottles and cans placed next to it.
Chen Xian specially bought two red candles and put them in a jar.
The fifth day.
Chen Xian got the news and came to the waste recycling station again.
With traces of turbid white smoke coming out of his nostrils, the old man led Chen Xian to the backyard.
"how?"
Following the direction of the old man's finger, Chen Xian saw a pale-faced, slender young woman standing anxiously in front of the millstone.
Although the body is slender, at least it does not have those small arms and legs that are like reed sticks.
The old man smoked a dry cigarette and introduced: "Does she look passable? Her name is Yu Xiaoyu, and her father is an intermediate martial artist. When she went hunting, she encountered a beast tide... Of course, the most important thing is Xiaoyu, which suits you very well. Ask for it!"
Chen Xian nodded and said, "Then it's her."
"Okay! Fifty chips, she is your kid's! Take her back to the bridal chamber quickly!"
…
night.
Chen Xian brought Xiaoyu to his shack.
Light the candles that have been treasured for a long time, and you can see the inside of this small house.
Xiaoyu's big black eyes stared at everything in the room, full of curiosity and uneasiness.
With her father dead and helpless, she dared not have any extravagant hopes.
No matter how bad this house is, it will be my home for the rest of my life.
And the man behind him is the one who will accompany him for the rest of his life. She didn't ask for much, just peace.
Hearing the door shut with a "squeak" and the sound of approaching footsteps, Xiaoyu's body suddenly became tense.
Chen Xian had already eaten briefly outside before bringing her here.
Next…
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but clasp her hands together and looked down at her feet nervously.
Chen Xian lit the candle, looked at the slender man in front of him, and couldn't help but take a deep breath.
In the past ten years, he had been trying hard to restrain himself and avoid delaying the progress of his cultivation because of women.
Now, this is the first time for a big girl to get on the sedan chair!
Chen Xian stepped forward and hugged Xiaoyu's waist, feeling the warmth and trembling coming from under her clothes.
"Go to sleep."
"Um."
Feeling the stiff body and nodding slightly, Chen Xian directly pressed her down on the hay.
soon.
Chen Xian lost the youthfulness in his heart and graduated successfully.
Um?
Holding Xiaoyu in his arms, he was still tender, but stars suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
"Is your health so bad?"
“I’m buying it a second time!”
After a while, the Venus in front of him condensed into a golden light and turned into a data panel under the corner of his eyes.
[Get blacksmithing experience +1]
[Bonus: 0]
[Identity: Low-level blacksmith (196/200)]
This...is this a golden finger?
Where does proficiency come from?
When Chen Xian saw the person in his arms, he couldn't help but be startled, could it be? ?
Soon.
Feeling Chen Xian's movement again, Xiaoyu's body trembled suddenly, and he gritted his teeth silently and endured it.
