Chapter 158 Arriving in Y City and Meeting an Acquaintance

Ruan Kui kicked the woman in the face, knocking out two of her teeth. "Get lost."

The woman's screams suddenly stopped. She ignored the pain, dragged her son, and then ran to drag the man, quickly disappearing into the crowd.

Seeing the crowd feel sorry for the noodles on the ground and regret that they didn’t have the chance to pick them up, they dispersed with a sigh.

The big group continued eating, talking and laughing as if nothing had happened.

The guards on the city walls watched coldly, waiting for the group to make a move so they could sweep them away. Human life was worthless to them, even more so. These people had come to Y City to be dogs, so they didn't need to care. Those people could eat white noodles and meat, so they must have abundant supplies. If they could scrape some out, they wouldn't have to stand in the cold guarding these lowly creatures for years to come.

Lan Shiruo was so excited when she kicked him that she quickly grabbed her weapon and went down to "seek justice."

The men sneered, put down their bowls, picked up their cannons, and rode their horses over.

In an instant, a vacuum zone was formed around.

The guard is a tough nut to crack. Do you want to go or not?

Never mind. These guys look ferocious, so I won't bother with them. The crowd has dispersed. With insufficient evidence, it's easy for the higher-ups to use them as leverage. There's no need to rush these guys. Once we get to City Y, there'll be plenty of opportunities to deal with them. After preparing myself mentally, I returned in disgrace, refusing to admit I was afraid of death.

The man who considered himself to be suave, handsome and extraordinarily handsome put down his gun, picked up the bowl and started to eat voraciously.

Lan Shiruo sighed, isn't this habit of taking action at the slightest disagreement a bit too cruel?

Little Lebao licked his chubby little hands. Today he ate all by himself. Even though he was covered in food, he still felt a sense of accomplishment. He tilted his head and wiped his hands and face on his stinky daddy's clothes. He raised his arms to his naughty mom, "Mommy, hold me. Lebao, eat well." He puffed out his little belly, grabbed his mommy's hand, and rubbed it for himself.

Lan Shiruo instantly put the matter of carrying the cannon behind her and focused on rubbing the little guy's belly.

Ao Chengyi, who has obsessive-compulsive disorder, was almost cured by his son who betrayed his father. He ate his saliva and didn't care about the oil stains on his clothes. He turned his eyes away and endured it.

After a peaceful night, the city gates opened early and everyone packed up and lined up to go in.

There is an inspection at the door, a simple physical examination to see if there are any wounds on the body. Once confirmed to be okay, you can hand in your supplies and then you can enter. It is quite convenient.

Those who have no supplies will become "slaves" of Y City, at their disposal, or they will be expelled.

The good thing is that I have something to eat and won't starve to death. I also have a safe place to sleep at night and don't have to stay awake until dawn. If I do well, I can get promoted step by step. It's a mixed bag.

Most of them came to seek a way out. They were registered and arranged to live in the lowest slums. They could not leave and had to wait for deployment at any time. Anyone who dared to escape would be killed.

People like Lan Shiruo are guests. They hand in supplies and use them to exchange for food, accommodation and transportation in the city. They can leave when they want to and stay as long as they have supplies.

When we entered the city, the guards were changed and the large team was not troubled. Those who paid supplies into the city were all gods of wealth, so it was best not to offend them.

There were also children working for a living guarding the door. They were all guiding people who were delivering supplies into the city. They could get some supplies as expenses, which also reduced the burden on their families.

There is no school now, and people have to work hard to eat and drink. Adults are busy working, and children have nothing to do at home, so they do what they can.

As soon as you enter the gate, you can see a row of little kids standing there. In order to do good business, they all try their best to clean themselves up, wear their best clothes, wipe their hands and faces, and greet customers with a smile.

“Rich people” don’t like dirty kids.

Lan Shiruo saw a little boy coming towards her, smiling brightly. The summer sun was still shining brightly. Compared with other children, he had no special advantages in terms of clothing or appearance, but his smile was genuine and warm, and Lan Shiruo liked it very much.

"May I have your name?"

The boy was very happy and smiled even more brightly. "My name is Cui Zipeng, and I am eight years old."

"Then you can bring"

The boy was overjoyed, nodding before Lan Shiruo could finish. There were hundreds of children here, but not many "distinguished guests" came every day. Even those who did might not let them lead the way, so competition was fierce. Sometimes it might take ten days or even half a month to get a customer. Cui Zipeng hadn't been open for over ten days, and his heart was pounding with joy.

Unexpectedly, before he even nodded, his business was interrupted by a cheerful voice.

"Auntie," Fang Tongtong's little figure ran over happily, her little face flushed with excitement.

Lan Shiruo smiled, took two steps forward, and caught the little girl. "It's Tongtong. What a coincidence that you're here too." The little girl was very lovable, and Lan Shiruo liked lovable children. She always had more patience and affinity with children than with adults.

Fang Tongtong nodded repeatedly, "It's me, it's me. Thank you, aunt, for remembering me. Our whole family is here waiting for you, my aunts, uncles, and my brother."

"Wait for us? Why?"

Fang Tongtong tilted her head and said, "I just want to wait." Why else?

Lan Shiruo didn't dwell on this. "Where are your parents, grandparents, and brother?"

"My brother and father are out on a mission, my grandparents and mother are working in the city, and I'm alone at the city gate showing the way to the guests. Aunt, please come to my house. Although my house is in a shanty town, I keep it very clean. I always remember your words to be a clean little girl. Aunt, go, go, Mom and Dad, Grandparents will definitely be very happy to see you, and my brother has always wanted to thank you."

The little girl's eyes were shining and full of hope. Lan Shiruo couldn't bear to refuse, "Okay," and looked up at Cui Zipeng.

The little boy knew that his guest had run away. He lowered his head, bit his lips tightly to prevent himself from crying, wiped away his tears, raised his head, and smiled brightly again.

Fang Tongtong finally realized what she had done and started to blame herself. "Auntie, I didn't mean to do that. I didn't mean to steal the customers. I was just happy to see you. Am I a bad kid?"

Lan Shiruo sighed softly, smiled at the little girl, and patted Huo Qingyun's little head.

The little guy understood immediately and came to Cui Zipeng with half a bag of sliced bread. The bread was produced by Lan Shiruo's farmland and then processed in Ao Chengyi's factory. There was a lot of it, but it was not appropriate to take out too much.

"Hello, my name is Huo Qingyun, can I be your friend?"

Cui Zipeng smiled and nodded, "Of course, hello, my name is Cui Zipeng."

Huo Qingyun chuckled, "I know your name. I'm giving this to you. We're friends now, so don't refuse. I'll come and play with you when I have time."

Cui Zipeng stared at the half-filled bag of bread in his hand for a long moment. When he looked up again, his "distinguished guest" had vanished. Then he smiled brightly again, "Mom is right. There are still many good people in the world."

The shantytown in City Y isn't really a shantytown; it's a cluster of unfinished buildings, where everyone lives cramped together. Those living on the bottom floors are fine, but those on the upper floors have to climb like crazy. Even so, housing is still highly sought after; it's better than freezing to death on the streets.

The Fang family had supplies given by Lan Shiruo. In order to be able to leave at any time, they reluctantly paid an entrance fee, so they could not be considered "slaves" of Y City. Although they lived in an unfinished building, they exchanged supplies for a low-rise house for their family of six. It was not big, but because it was a private space, it was kept very clean.

(End of this chapter)