Chapter 4
At this time in Shanhai City, Ye Qing's food caused a huge sensation for several families.
As soon as the Flying Tigers members arrived at the captain's house, they divided the supplies and ran home quickly.
Zhou Xiaohua's daughter is a 4-year-old girl. When he goes out hunting, he will leave her to the care of Xiao Yihong's parents. The old couple likes this sensible little girl very much. In addition, Zhou Xiaohua has done a favor to their family and gives some management fees from time to time, so the little girl is raised very well compared to others.
After his teammates left, Zhou Xiaohua said to the empty gate, "Xiaoya, why don't you call me daddy now that you're back?"
The little girl hiding behind the door finally poked her head out and called out in a soft, baby voice, "Daddy."
Zhou Xiaohua quickly walked over, hugged her, and kissed her clean little face: "Do you miss your dad when he's not at home?"
Xiaoya shouted, "I want to!"
"Look what gift Daddy brought you, ding ding ding ding~"
Xiaoya opened her big round eyes and said, "What is this? The packaging is so beautiful."
Zhou Xiaohua put the mung bean paste in the pot and fed it to Xiaoya. The mung beans were cooked until soft, which was the most nutritious for children. "This is called mung bean paste, and it's really delicious!"
Xiaoya took a sip and her eyes narrowed in satisfaction: "It tastes good, Dad, I want more."
Zhou Xiaohua said lovingly, "Drink slowly, there's more."
Xiaoya softly pushed the mung bean paste into Zhou Xiaohua's mouth, like a caring little cotton-padded jacket: "Daddy, have some too."
Zhou Xiaohua was very pleased: "Dad has drunk it, Xiaoya has drunk it, and it will make you taller."
Not far away, at Xiao Yihong's house, a family of three was enjoying instant noodles.
"Yihong, you haven't done anything bad, have you? Where did these good things come from?" The old couple said this while their hands kept picking up noodles from the bucket.
Xiao Yihong raised her hand and swore sincerely, "Mom and Dad, I didn't buy any. I bought this at the Taoyuan Sanctuary near the Dangerous Forest. The owner has tons of delicious food there, and it's super cheap. The captain said he'd ask the authorities to borrow a radiation vehicle and take the families of our team members over. We'll be set up there and we can buy whatever we want."
"Really? That's great. Hey, old man, stop drinking my soup."
The aroma of the instant noodles was so overbearing that even the neighbors next door could smell it. They came out of their rooms, sniffing and looking very enjoyable.
"Who's having delicious food? It smells so good!"
"It must be some exotic beast meat. It smells good but tastes awful."
"You know you don't know the real deal. How could irradiated meat have that kind of aroma? It's the kind that makes you salivate and inexplicably makes you crave food. It's hard to explain, but it's just delicious."
"It's Old Man Xiao's house. Let's go and take a look."
At first, when Yihong said it smelled delicious, the two elders didn't believe it. They were so old and had seen everything. The food before the radiation was so delicious, but now they can never see it again.
When she took out the familiar instant noodles, the two elders were so excited that tears came to their eyes. It was amazing that they could see such a familiar item again after so many years. 30 years ago, they were only in their early 30s, and Yihong had just been born and didn't remember much. At that time, instant noodles were very common. They didn't expect to see them again after so many years, and now it seems particularly heartwarming.
So much time has passed that I have forgotten that its fragrance can spread ten miles away, so much so that now, neighbors gather together.
"I'll just have a sip of soup, okay, Lao Xiao?"
They were all neighbors, and the other party pleaded with all his might. The two kind old people couldn't bear to do it, so they reluctantly agreed: "Okay, then you can only drink one sip!"
As soon as the instant noodle bucket was handed over, the greedy neighbor couldn't wait to take a big sip, tears of excitement welling up in his eyes: "Oh my god, I'm going to cry!"
The next neighbor grabbed it and couldn't wait to take a big sip. After drinking it, he exclaimed in the same way: "Oh my god, what a delicious delicacy! It's worth dying for."
"Leave one bite for me, why is your bite so big?"
"Yihong, do you have any more? Where did you buy it? I'll buy it from you at a high price."
Xiao Yihong was surrounded and trembling.
The home of Wang Xing, a space-powered user from the Flying Tigers, is much quieter.
Wang Xing only has a lame father. His father was also very glorious in his past. However, during a mission, he was protecting everyone from an attack by a strange beast and inhaled too much radiation. In order to save his life, he cruelly cut off one of his legs.
Now they live in a remote corner, and the father and son live a tight life in a small room.
Ever since my father broke his leg and the radiation reached the late stage, his health has deteriorated significantly. Hunting is no longer possible for him, and no one even asks him to do manual work.
Although everyone didn't say it, they thought he was a waste in their hearts. In this cannibalistic world of radiation, he couldn't even protect himself and was a burden to his son.
But now, not only did my son get so many rare foods, he also got a plate of Fort Canning. After eating it, his radiation level actually dropped significantly, which is really shocking!
Normally, he was very silent and rarely spoke to his son, but now he chattered for a long time: "My son has a promising future." "We will get better and better." "The child's mother should rest assured."
The ten-man Flying Tigers squad didn't cause much of a stir in Shanhai City, but like a butterfly, it only created tiny ripples but also advanced the development of the situation.
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A cave ten kilometers away from Shanhai City.
The three Mao siblings were excitedly packing their few pieces of luggage.
"Brother, are there really so many caves this big in Shanhai City?" Sanmao opened his little hands and gestured with a big circle.
Da Mao caressed his sister's malnourished yellow hair lovingly and said, "Yes, there are so many of them. Then you can go out and play during the day."
Ermao was at an age when his temper was naturally wild. Having been stuck in this small earth pit for ten years, he was already suffocated. He excitedly ran between his brother and sister, and in his excitement he wanted to use his hands and feet. "Then brother, can we go somewhere far away from home? We don't have to worry about zombies and strange beasts. We can have fun however we want and even make friends like Xiao Qiangzi."
Xiao Qiangzi, a neighbor who lived in a nearby cave, was bitten by a nearby mutant rabbit while digging for radioactive potatoes and died a few days after returning. Xiao Qiangzi's father, He Gang, had also moved in, having amassed a collection of Shanhai City's resident crystal cores. He only returned to visit his siblings occasionally, and Da Mao used him to exchange supplies and food for the small monsters he captured.
Speaking of Xiao Qiangzi, the atmosphere was particularly sad. After all, he was the only companion of his younger brothers and sisters. Since he left, the two of them talked less and less without a playmate.
Damao raised his head and wiped the tears from his eyes: "We will soon have a good life, everyone be happy."
Ermao and Sanmao saw their brother was sad and comforted him: "Don't cry, brother. We should be happy. Good days are coming."
Da Mao gathered the four corners of the patched rag bag, tied a knot, and put it on his back, as if making a promise from the heart: "I will never come back."
Finally, a few thin figures, one big and two small, said goodbye to the cave where they had lived for a long time. They carried their bags and staggered forward under the moonlight.
At this time, the gate of Shanhai City was undergoing a handover between the black and white shifts. A tall guard handed a small locked box to a black-faced man.
"Brother, I'm off work. I'm exhausted after a whole day of guarding."
"Hurry up! There's potato stewed in milk in the cafeteria today. If you go too late, there will only be potatoes left! As for the milk, even though it's quite sour, it's nice to have something different. I heard a hunting team went to great lengths to capture a herd of mutant cows, but they just happened to have calves and are producing milk. If it weren't for the abundant milk, we wouldn't have gotten to taste it."
"Really? I'm sick of eating potatoes every day. I'll drink this milk even if it has high radiation." The tall man smacked his lips, as if imagining the beautiful scene of the delicious food blooming in his mouth. Then, as if awakened by someone, he suddenly came to his senses: "I have to go. The potatoes and milk are waiting for me!"
After throwing it a few meters away, he remembered that he had something to tell others and hurriedly turned back: "Oh, there are three brothers from a family who came to register as residents, and I haven't had time to deal with them yet."
The black-faced guard wanted to ask something, but when he opened his mouth, the tall man had disappeared.
He shook his head inwardly, donned his gear, and finally hung a baton from his waist, then headed for the room ahead with a high-spirited air. He was a non-psychic, and while his life couldn't compare to those of high-level psychics, it was far better than that of the civilians living in the honeycomb on the third underground floor. His monthly salary wasn't much, but he did receive a meal in the official cafeteria, and the portions were generous. Many ordinary people on the third underground floor struggled to get even one meal a day.
Moreover, this job can make a lot of money, and now the money is coming to you.
But when he took one look at the people standing in the room, his anger immediately surged. These were the slovenly, skinny, and malnourished idiots from the poor countryside. They looked slovenly and scruffy, clearly penniless and malnourished. They say a good start is half the battle, but he had already failed miserably on his first order today.
So the dark-faced guard impatiently asked the older man, "You're the only ones applying for residency? Do you have enough money?"
The three Da Mao siblings who had applied for residency were there. They had been traveling at night and had encountered some problems along the way. They barely arrived at Shanhai City until 6:00 AM. Their clothes were a little torn, but otherwise clean and tidy, far from being slovenly. However, in the eyes of the stern-faced guards, lack of money meant slovenliness.
When Damao heard the clerk coming, he immediately blocked his brother and sister-in-law behind him and stepped forward, covering his pockets: "I've brought enough, I've brought enough."
Xiao Qiangzi's father said that the guards in Shanhai City were very difficult to talk to, so he asked them to be patient and wait until they got inside to talk about it.
The dark-faced guard picked up a thin piece of black charcoal and stuffed it into a pen cap, preparing to register it on the paper. Without even looking up, he said, "100 crystal cores per person, 10% handling fee per person."
The handling fee is the profit he takes. Anyway, he only registered 100 when he registered. Everyone does this. If you don’t say it and I don’t say it, who will know?
When Damao heard this figure, he was immediately at a loss: "Why 100 crystal cores? Wasn't it only 80 crystal cores before? And why is there a 10% handling fee?"
Hearing that he had no money, the guard's expression suddenly changed: "No money? Then don't apply, you pauper! Get out of here and don't bother me while I'm working."
Da Mao opened his mouth several times, but swallowed the words back when they came to his lips. How could a man like him speak?
At this time, Sanmao hooked her brother's finger with her soft hand and said in a soft voice, "Big brother, please have pity on us. We don't have that much money. When we three brothers and sisters make money, we will definitely pay you back."
These words did not soften the black-faced guard's heart. He had seen a lot of this kind of thing. Those civilians without special abilities were ambitious before coming to Shanhai City and put aside their lofty ambitions of making a lot of money.
But once you get in, you still have to work for less than 10 crystal cores a day. After deducting the rent, utilities, and daily food, there is almost nothing left. And once you get sick, you can only sleep and wait to die. Not only will you be a burden to the whole family, but you will also be looked down upon by people around you.
But - he looked up at the little girl. Although she was young, she had good features. If she were a few years older, she might be able to fetch a good price. There were many gentlemen in Shanhai City who liked this type of girl.
As if seeing a large sum of money beckoning to him, the dark-faced guard stared straight at Sanmao with a sinister smile: "It's not impossible to negotiate. If you pawn this girl to me, I'll give you a discount, even a few free resident certificates."
Even the six-year-old Sanmao sensed something was wrong with this thought, and she shrank back behind her two brothers in fear.
The two brothers had been living in a cave outside and had never seen the vicious faces of bad people. They only knew that they must not let their sister be bullied.
Damao replied coldly: "I won't give it to you."
Ermao also glared at him: "Don't even think about touching my sister."
Desire is like poison; once you're addicted, you can't stop. Especially for a lunatic like the Black-Faced Guard who walks outside the moral boundaries. How could he miss this golden opportunity to make a fortune?
He stood up and walked towards the three siblings like an eagle catching chickens.
The city gate will be equipped with a superpower detector, and even ordinary people can see the superpower level of others. Among the three poor guys opposite, the older child has a little useless strength superpower, but it is only level 1, which is nothing. The baton on him is specially designed to deal with low-level superpowers.
The black-faced guard grinned, and Da Mao stood in front of his younger brothers and sisters.
There was almost no time for confrontation before the black-faced guard swung the baton in his hand without hesitation, making a crackling sound as electricity surged.
Behind him were his younger brother and sister. Da Mao had no way to avoid it. He raised his hand to take the baton, and his body suddenly shook as if he had been electrocuted. The voltage, which was more than ten times that of a normal baton, hit his body through the non-insulated clothes. Da Mao's body flashed like an X-ray film.
He groaned in pain, his knees bent unconsciously, and he knelt on one knee, but the strength in his hands still did not fade away at all.
Seeing his brother injured, Ermao immediately pounced on the black-faced guard and bit his arm, biting it tightly, like a zipper fastened on it. Sanmao, who was shorter, also grabbed his thigh and refused to let go.
The black-faced guard was also an ordinary person. He immediately let out a cry of pain, shook his arm but it bit even tighter. He bared his teeth and stared at Ermao with a fierce look, and was about to swing the baton at him.
Da Mao felt the force on his hand weaken, and looked up in confusion, only to be horrified to find the baton had turned and struck his younger brother. His younger brother was just an ordinary person, so how could he withstand this weapon designed to deal with people with special abilities?
It was too late, the baton was only an inch away from my brother.
Damao's eyes widened in anger, and the capillaries in his eyeballs burst instantly. He could almost imagine the tragic scene of his brother.
No, absolutely not! He roared in his heart.
It was getting closer and closer, and when it was about to touch the skin, a heavenly sound rang out.
"stop!"
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