The First Order

Finding Mr. Storytell’s home this time gave Ren Xiaosu a lot of gains. At least he realized what the old cell phone he had “picked up” was used for, and probably found some clues about Anjing Temple.

Ren Xiaosu returned to his own room, turned on the phone again, and hesitated for a moment before sending a text message to the other party: “Take a quest.”

He hesitated because he didn’t know what he would face in the future after this text message was sent, and this matter would once again change his life.

On the other hand, barrier 67 is far away from barrier 61 where he is currently, and it will take a long time to complete the quest.

But this is the best way for him to find Wang Fugui and the others right now? With a person’s strength, it is really difficult to find someone in the vast crowd.

Maybe he can use Wang Shengzhi’s strength to tell Wang Shengzhi frankly, but Wang Shengzhi knows his identity and Zhang Jinglin’s attitude towards Ren Xiaosu, so it is difficult to guarantee that the Wang Family will not have any other thoughts.

And Anjing Temple doesn’t know who he is. He hides in the dark, and everything has room for buffering.

Just when Ren Xiaosu was letting go of his thoughts, the old cell phone lit up, and it was a text message from the other party: “The level of holding the cell phone has not reached the c-level standard, and it is impossible to receive the question.”

Ren Xiaosu was petrochemical at that time, and co-authored for a long time, it was nothing, and they were not allowed to answer this question at all …

He looked incredibly toward the mobile phone in his hand. Was the former owner of this mobile phone a pig? Has n’t the mobile phone been issued for several years? Why is it still a d-class?

And your Anjing Temple is also interesting. You all know that I am a d-class, why do you want to send me a c-class quest?

Before he got angry, the other party sent another text message: Please do n’t send any more lamb.

Ren Xiaosu: “…”

Alright, Ren Xiaosu has to wait patiently.

Ren Xiaosu still went to the tavern every day. When Mr. Storyteller went, he listened to the story. When Mr. Storyteller didn’t go, he sat there to read the book. The small tavern gave Ren Xiaosu a taste of the library.

As for where the book came from … after all, he was also a person who had been to the barrier library No. 88. Of course, there is no reason to return empty-handed when entering Baoshan!

And now that the 88 barrier has been broken, Ren Xiaosu feels that he has saved a large part of human spiritual wealth.

Doesn’t it mean that the original people found that laboratory data can get rich overnight, indicating that humans still attach great importance to knowledge.

Of course, most of the materials in the laboratory are molding or upcoming technologies. Once conglomerate is found, new technical fields can be opened immediately. Therefore, the laboratory materials can sell for money, but the books in Ren Xiaosu’s hands may not be as expensive. .

After Mr. Storyteller visited Ren Xiaosu, he met Ren Xiaosu in the tavern, and nothing happened. Everyone kept silent.

Instead, Mr. Storyteller’s granddaughter became familiar with Ren Xiaosu. Sometimes, when she went out to inquire about the story, she would first come to Ren Xiaosu to talk to him, and then she would go to Mr. Storyteller.

This story made Mr. Storyteller lose his temper. He had a faint hope in his heart that Ren Xiaosu could receive the question earlier, and then get out of the way …

As the days passed, fewer and fewer barriers escaped from the northwest. All the people who should have escaped escaped, and some of them who had not escaped had been cleared by the 178 fortress.

Some refugees gathered together and blocked the gate of barrier 61 every day, saying that they would make their own political appeals to Wang Family conglomerate, and stated that they were also people with heads and faces, and Wang Family conglomerate could not do this to them.

Not that these refugees are stupid, but that they really have no choice.

Many of these refugees are dragging their homes, squinting at the family waiting to eat, and everything they need to sell is sold out.

So when you are hungry and cannot do heavy work, you can only do so.

At first Wang Family conglomerate was unwilling to deal with them. After all, 90% of these people were former bureaucrats of Zong, and they didn’t even have a technical understanding.

Some people were originally engaged in technology, but academics have long since been abandoned, so for Wang Family conglomerate, they are useless.

But then the Wang Family conglomerate’s chief in charge of managing the market town felt that it was not a problem for these people to block the gates every day. They simply beat them up.

Now the refugees are honest.

Some people started to work hard, while others continued to think of crooked ways.

The homeless people in the market town No. 61 are happy, and they are not as good as they are. They all have a joke in their hearts.

Even some exiles ran to tease these bureaucratic family members. Although they didn’t dare to really do it, they looked unbearable to look at.

In the evening, Ren Xiaosu had dinner in the tavern and returned to the house. While he was reading, suddenly someone knocked on the door.

Ren Xiaosu went to open the door. When he opened the door, he held a black blade with one hand behind his back, and the nanobots in his body were about to move, ready to form an outer armor at any time.

After opening the door, I saw a beautiful middle-aged woman standing outside the door. The other person seemed to wash her face specially, hurriedly put on makeup with the cosmetics they brought from the Northwest, and changed her cheongsam.

Ren Xiaosu asked calmly, “Is there anything wrong?”

The woman said softly, “Can I go in and say?”

“No,” Ren Xiaosu refused.

The woman did not expect Ren Xiaosu to be in a state of oil and salt. She was anxious: “We all fled from the northwest. I came from barrier 146. Seeing that we are all fellow villagers, can we let I change some food? “

These days, the most nourished person in the refugees is probably Ren Xiaosu. Of course, in the eyes of other refugees, Ren Xiaosu is a refugee. He himself said the same.

So when other refugees found out that Ren Xiaosu’s life was so nourishing, he thought of it.

Ren Xiaosu raised his eyebrows: “What to trade?”

“Take it for me,” said the woman biting clinching one’s teeth said, and she twisted her body deliberately so that Ren Xiaosu could see the legs under her cheongsam slit.

I have to say that this woman’s figure is very good, Ren Xiaosu calmly said: “I advise you to go back and change this clothes quickly, otherwise it will be quite dangerous when it gets dark.”

Talking, Ren Xiaosu closed the door again with a bang.

A man’s voice came from the door, and he lowered his throat and asked, “What’s going on, is he not interested?”

The woman seemed to have some humiliation in her heart, and she said in a crying voice, “How can you get your wife on the pole like this?”

“So what do I want you to do, are we all waiting to starve to death?” The man said angrily.