When the iron gate opened, it was indeed the old couple, holding the iron bucket in their hands. The sticky liquid food inside, mixed with a little blood, made people's eyelids twitch.
This food is so delicious that even a pig would shake his head!
"Everyone looks tired, let's eat something first."
As he spoke, he took out some soup spoons and began to distribute lunch.
The players with empty hands began to feel uneasy. They moved their butts, their eyes showing struggle and hesitation.
"Today's lunch is rich and nutritious. God invented food, which is the greatest gift to us humans."
"This is also the result of hard work. There is no free lunch. Everything needs a medium to measure its value. So, what is your medium, guest?"
The old lady looked at the players in the front row. She seemed to be dressed shabbily, but her words were not vulgar.
The player looked at the food and asked hesitantly, "How much is this meal?"
"As long as it's thoughtful."
"At least this thought can let us know that hard work is rewarded." The old lady continued, her kind face seemed to be teaching the young people with good intentions.
The player takes out an old Baba, a ghost note with a face value of 10, from his sleeve.
"He's a good boy."
The old lady smiled, scooped a spoonful and put it on his plate, then walked to the next row of seats.
On the other side, the old man was also distributing lunch. Among the two players sitting next to each other, one was given a ghost note with a face value of 10, and the other only had a poor ghost coin.
However, they received the same amount of food.
This is a bit upsetting.
It's like doing charity.
It’s not about the amount, it’s about the intention.
It was the turn of the player in the third row. He looked nervous and his seat seemed to have thorns on it, making him feel very uncomfortable.
The old man handed over the plate, his sunken eyes glistening with light, his graying eyebrows raised: "Child, where's yours?"
"I...I don't have any money."
Hearing this, the old man blinked his eyes, put away the plate, and said with a smile: "It's okay, kid, try to get some food down there."
"But during this period, I'm afraid it will be a bit difficult for you..."
"I've seen too many tragedies caused by hunger in this carriage, and I don't want to see any more, old man."
As he said that, he picked up the bucket and left.
The man was sitting there, and when he saw the old man leave, he felt his scalp tingling.
That day, when the old man left, his neighbor thought he had escaped, but his forehead was broken and blood spurted out.
The other players were also paying attention to him.
He sat there, but nothing happened for a long time.
He looked stunned, and the others were also confused.
Nothing?
Is this the result of not having ghost money?
Just missing a lunch?
That’s a really good thing!
This scene was also seen by the players in the back seat, and their hearts, which had been hanging in the air, finally settled down a little.
But most smart players still feel that it won’t be that simple, so basically those who have ghost money in their hands will hand it over.
They would rather swallow a lunch that makes their stomachs upset than not feel any better.
Qin Nuo was watching from behind and found that after some players handed over their ghost banknotes and ghost coins, the old couple would leave a card on their desks.
And some players don’t get any after giving lunch money.
He and Fang Ye both saw it, but neither of them understood why.
Arrived at the last two rows of seats.
After handing over his ghost money, Fang Ye also left a card on the table.
"Child, what about yours?" The old lady's kind smile became even brighter when she saw Qin Nuo.
After getting the ghost money, she took out a card from her sleeve like a magic trick and placed it on the table.
"Grandma, what is this for?" Qin Nuo asked directly.
The old lady didn't say anything. She gave Qin Nuo some lunch and left with the iron bucket.
The card is made of alloy with a black and gold frame and a pattern resembling an eye on it. The workmanship is exquisite and noble, which is out of place compared to the dirty environment around this carriage.
Over there, the old couple returned to the front of the carriage. The old woman took the bucket and left. The old man turned to the passengers in the carriage and said, "Passengers with cards in their hands, please stand up."
This made the players even more confused, but those who had black gold cards still stood up obediently.
The old man squinted his eyes, put one hand behind his back, and counted the number of people with the other hand. Then he nodded, turned around and opened the carriage door behind him.
"You can go to the next car now."
All the players were stunned.
Just like that, they can go to the next car?
Qin Nuo was also a little bit unbelievable.
"Lunch money is only 1 ghost coin, and the fare to pass the carriage is 50 ghost coins."
"So, if you have more than 50 yuan worth of ghost notes, you can go to the next car."
"The card in your hand is your pass to the next car."
The old man then moved away and said hoarsely, "Go ahead. Isn't the next car the one you're longing for?"
"There's such a good thing!"
The players holding black and gold cards were ecstatic and hurried out of their seats.
Several players stood up and took out their ghost banknotes. They didn't want to swallow the disgusting liquid food, so they kept them in their pockets and didn't hand them over.
But I didn’t expect that this was the toll!
The old man shook his head: "Time has passed."
"How about we give it to you at the next meal?"
"Only the money for the next meal will be charged."
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