"When I make money, I will pay you back immediately!"
Then he turned around and ran to another butcher stall to buy meat.
Xia Chujian saw it all and gained a deeper understanding of Lao Mo.
Only then did Lao Mo start to clean up the chopping board.
He pulled down the barriers around the chopping board, and the entire meat stall was immediately closed, completely separated from the street outside.
Lao Mo took Xia Chujian back to his house on the second floor at the back.
Xia Chujian handed him the cash box and asked him to count it.
The old Mexican nonchalantly put the cash box aside and said, "No need to be so formal."
"I trust you to do the work, no need to order."
Xia Chujian smiled and didn't insist.
Anyway, she was collecting the money right under Lao Mo's nose, so it was impossible for him to cheat. It didn't matter if Lao Mo didn't count it.
Lao Mo said, "You came to the royal city today, is there something going on?"
"Where are Ace and Xiaomo? Are they okay?"
Xia Chujian felt that she had a lot to say to Lao Mo.
It was too tiring for her to just rely on her hands to gesture.
Finally, she gestured to ask Lao Mo if there was anything here that could be written on.
Lao Mo looked at it for a long time before he realized that Xia Chujian wanted to write on it.
He scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "I seldom write, and there is nothing here to write on."
"How about this, I'll close the stall early today and take you to lunch. Then we'll go to the grocery street and buy you a writing board, an inkstone pen, and a small eraser so you can write."
Xia Chujian nodded happily.
Very good!
With a small slate and an ink stylus, she was able to write.
…
Lao Mo went to the inner room to change his clothes and came out with Xia Chujian, leaving the street where the butchers were sold. They walked three blocks forward and came to a restaurant street near the central area of Wangcheng.
The food street can actually be considered as a place adjacent to the North District and the Central District.
Because its north side borders the North District.
To the west, another half of the area is only one street away from the central area where the black tower is located.
Xia Chujian followed Lao Mo curiously, looking at this restaurant street.
There are all kinds of restaurants on both sides of the streets here.
There are high-end restaurants with large and luxurious storefronts. People who come here are either rich or noble, and almost none of them come alone.
They often come here to eat with their coachmen or drivers, as well as some subordinates and servants.
So these places all have a side entrance that leads to the parking lot in the back.
Parked there were carriages pulled by tall horses, or a few cars.
Xia Chujian could only see a clue through the half-open door.
Lao Mo introduced her to the cars and said, "Have you seen those cars?"
"No matter how rich the average person is, they can't buy a car. Only officers in the Royal City Legion and high-ranking officials under the Royal City Lord can afford one."
Xia Chujian was very curious.
Cars are a symbol of privilege here.
So there are cars and gasoline?
Xia Chujian didn't know how to gesture for gasoline, and after trying for a long time, Lao Mo still didn't understand.
She had no choice but to give up.
However, Lao Mo later talked about this matter himself.
He said: "I heard those cars were shipped from far away."
"We also need a special ore to make the power system."
"The Black Tower in the Royal City has a dedicated energy department that controls this special ore."
"So even if ordinary people can find a way to buy a car, they can't drive it without that special ore."
"This special ore is only supplied by the Royal City to high-ranking officers of the Legion and the high-ranking officials under the Lord."
“So they are the only ones who can open it.”
Xia Chujian nodded, thinking that if he had the chance, he would also check what this special mineral was.
Why do the cars here not use gasoline, but only use a special mineral as their power system...
As she walked along, she saw many mid-range restaurants with their own unique flavors.
Most of them have a medium-sized storefront with four or five dining tables where people can dine in.
Then there are very small restaurants whose storefronts are so small that they cannot accommodate any tables and chairs. They can only provide takeout, or put a few tables and chairs in the open space at the door for people to sit and eat.
The restaurant that Lao Mo took Xia Chujian to was a very small restaurant like this.
It is run by just a couple.
The cooking area is inside the shop. There is a pergola at the door and a small dining table under the pergola.
Lao Mo walked over and said with a smile: "Lao Jin, you can't see that no one is taking care of your business!"
The restaurant owner, Lao Jin, laughed and scolded, "Get lost! My business will be better if you don't come!"
The old Mexican laughed heartily and said, "Stop trying to be so arrogant! We're just friends!"
As he spoke, he waved towards Xia Chujian and said, "Come, meet Lao Jin."
"Old Jin, this is my daughter's good friend!"
Lao Jin said, "So you're Xiao Mo's good friend! No problem, I'll take care of your meal today."
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