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Cass, Drasse, and Ole are all words in the Red River language, which come from the names of several leaders in the "Original City" when it was established. 1 Si, 1 Sai, and 1 Ao are shorthand names in the Gray Earth language.

In Wild Grass City, the official language is Honghe language, but Huitu language is the main language among the people.

"In this case, wouldn't it be possible to make a fortune sometimes?" Long Yuehong asked keenly.

"That's right." Jiang Baimian said with a smile, "In the old world, this was a specialized business, but now, it doesn't matter if you make such a fortune occasionally, and those who make a living by it will be dragged out and shot."

"Shooting." Bai Chen made a correction.

This is the "Original City" habit of punishing similar personnel, one batch at a time.

Long Yuehong let out a "hiss", and finally took a big mouthful of cold air into her body, deeply feeling what it means to be heart-cooling.

This time, without Shang Jianyao's hint, Jiang Baimian had already heard someone's stomach rumbling, smiled, ended the topic, pointed outside and said:

"Move things up!"

No.16 Chapter Library

Put the cans, energy bars, and compressed biscuits that need to be exchanged for coins into a cardboard box without special markings, and after handing them to Shang Jianyao, Bai Chen shook off the tent cloth to cover the "Orange" rifle, "crazy" "Warrior" assault rifle, "Tyrant" grenade gun, "Reaper" individual bazooka, various ammunition, first aid kits and remaining supplies.

In this way, nothing of value can be found just by looking in through the window.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Baimian nodded his head invisibly, with approval in his eyes.

After tidying up the trunk, Bai Chen turned around and saw Long Yuehong's puzzled expression, and explained briefly:

"Thieves are easy to hide, but thieves are hard to guard against.

"Aunt Nan's place is not very orderly."

In places that are too orderly, outsiders are relatively conspicuous.

Jiang Baimian added with a smile:

"When I come back later, I have to move some things upstairs and put them next to me, so it will be safe."

She didn't mention the method of continuing to take turns to monitor Jeep on the second floor, because she didn't know what troubles would be involved in the future, and it was very important to maintain good energy.

Sometimes, in a state of insufficient sleep for several consecutive days, even if I feel energetic and have no problems, when encountering unexpected situations, my reaction will be half a beat or even a beat slower.

People have illusions, especially when it comes to self-cognition.

Long Yuehong nodded half-understood, and saw that Shang Jianyao was holding the cardboard box and walking towards the exit of the yard next to "Afu Gun Shop".

In Wild Grass City, all the alleys are relatively narrow, only allowing one car to pass through, and the surrounding buildings are also more than ten meters high, which leads to the fact that every winter, only around noon, the sunshine here is relatively abundant, which can drive away the cold a feeling of.

But when we came out of the alley and came to the street, the sun became warm and warm, and the wind was not so biting.

"We're in a team of two, with a little distance. The characteristics of a group of four are too obvious." Jiang Baimian glanced at the passers-by, and said to Long Yuehong and Bai Chen.

Without too much explanation, Bai Chen understood the team leader's meaning immediately, and led Long Yuehong to quicken his pace.

Soon, there was a gap of five or six meters between the two teams.

Long Yuehong looked around with a sense of novelty:

"There's no communal canteen here?

"There are quite a lot of people in noodle shops and restaurants..."

It didn't fit his vision of a wilderness settlement.

In this regard, both Shuiwei Town and Qifeng Town are closer.

"There are many foreign relic hunters here." Bai Chen explained in the simplest words.

Long Yuehong is aware of this fact, and even knows that Wild Grass City is a center for material exchange in the border area of ​​the three major forces. Many people come and go every day, and it is only colder in winter.

However, he didn't understand how this had anything to do with his own problem.

Glancing at him, Bai Chen further said:

"Most outsiders don't stay in Wild Grass City for too long. Every time they come, they stay for at most two weeks. They either stay in small hotels or rent short-term houses. There is no place to cook."

"Is that so..." Long Yuehong finally figured it out.

This is an impossible situation inside the "Pangeon".

Even if they go to other floors to visit relatives and friends, they can go home quickly, or they can be directly stayed overnight. Therefore, in the basement building, there are no hotels, and there are no rental rooms calculated by the day.

When they were talking, Jiang Baimian suddenly quickened his pace and caught up.

She said in a gesture of a stranger asking for directions:

"Are there more people in this alley at night?"

She was referring to the alley across from the "South Street Slave Market."

Bai Chen recalled:

"On winter nights, apart from West Street, there are no people outside."

"Thank you." Jiang Baimian showed a clear smile.

Then, she returned to Shang Jianyao's side.

"The team leader's performance is really similar..." Long Yuehong admired sincerely.

Bai Chen didn't say much, and continued to walk towards the central square.

Compared with other places in Wild Grass City, this place looks very spacious, and the ground seems to have been repaired, quite flat.

In the middle of the square is a stone human statue, an old man with a gun in one hand and a book in the other.

He has a thin face, wearing a robe with a hood that seems to be inconvenient to move, and his slightly sunken eyes are watching the humans coming and going in front of him.

"Is this the illegitimate son, Hulde?" Long Yuehong asked with interest.

"Yeah." Bai Chen bypassed the stone statue and walked towards the municipal building in the north, "Actually, the most accurate name for him should be Governor of Wild Grass City, but everyone is more used to calling him City Lord, um... there is also a tax official , is directly responsible for the 'Original City', and the exchange window also belongs to him."

Long Yuehong wanted to ask what "taxation" is, but felt that she had asked too many questions along the way, so it would be better to ask next time.

Not long after, they came to the municipal building.

This is a four-story building, the overall color is brown, and there are some flower beds in front.

On the ground floor of the municipal building, nearly ten windows were opened, and a large number of people lined up in front of each window.

"These seven on the left are the exchange windows." Bai Chen took Long Yuehong and found the line with the least number of people waiting. "The blackboard in front has the exchange prices of different materials for today. Materials that are not listed above cannot be exchanged."

"Is ours okay?" Long Yuehong was suddenly worried.

"No force will refuse food." Bai Chen was very sure.

In fact, those who exchange food for money like them belong to the minority of the minority.

The vast majority of people came to Weed City to exchange other supplies for food that could be stored, but they had to use the coins of the "Original City" as a measure.

Long Yuehong breathed a sigh of relief, and asked curiously:

"What should I do if there are materials that cannot be exchanged? Go to the underground market?"

"You can also walk around the streets to sell one by one, or spend some supplies and set up a stall in a regular market. These are all time-wasting choices." Bai Chen glanced around, as if wanting to determine the length of the other teams, "Wait Come here a few more times and get more familiar with them, and you will be able to get to know the main buyers of different materials, and just talk to them directly.”

At this time, Jiang Baimian put his hands in his hands and pointed to Long Yuehong's team with his chin:

"You go there and line up. I see a public library next to it, go in and have a look."

On the right side of the square, there is a white-walled building with multiple entrances.One of the entrances has a signboard saying "Wild Grass City Public Library".

This is also one of the achievements of the greatest city lord Hulde represented by the stone statue.

Therefore, the stone statue is a gun in one hand and a book in the other.

Shang Jianyao glanced at Jiang Baimian, without saying much, walked towards Long Yuehong and the others.

Jiang Baimian then exhaled, watched it spread into a white mist in the air, and then came to the door of the library with satisfaction.

On the wall next to it was a piece of white paper, on which it was written in both Huidi language and Honghe language:

"Only citizens of this city and hunters above the official level can borrow it."

Here, the hunter badge is really useful... Jiang Baimian sighed and walked in.

This place is similar to the library of "Pangaea", and it is also composed of a bookshelf area and a reading area. Jiang Baimian went straight to the former.

She browsed casually, and soon came to an inconspicuous corner, and pulled out a rather old thick book.

The title of the book is written in pure Red River language, and the translation is:

Internal Revenue Code

On the ashes, at the current stage, this is a useless book, and it is more of a function of filling the bookshelves here, and no one will borrow it at all.

Jiang Baimian quickly turned to page 650 of the book and folded it.

Then, she took out a post-it note and an absorbent pen from her pocket, and scribbled down a paragraph in this deserted place covered by many bookshelves:

"At 8 o'clock in the evening, in the alley opposite the slave market on South Street."

This is how to contact intelligence personnel.

If it is completed before 8:8 pm, [-]:[-] pm refers to [-]:[-] this evening, and if it exceeds [-]:[-] pm, it refers to the next night.

After folding the note paper, Jiang Baimian sandwiched it in the middle of the book, and then she pushed the book back to its original position.

……

In front of the exchange window, Long Yuehong looked at the coins in her hand and said in a low voice:

"Isn't this paper?"

They exchanged a total of 10 Ore for their supplies. Today, they can buy about 12 catties of raw pork.

But these Ores are just thin, more textured paper with colorful patterns, a man's profile and the number "1".

"Outside the sphere of influence of the 'Original City', they are indeed equivalent to paper." Bai Chen echoed indifferently, "If there is a choice, it would be better to choose the gold and silver coins minted by the 'Original City'."

Unfortunately, this is not possible.

"Then let's go to lunch quickly." Long Yuehong suddenly felt that the money in his hand would soon become paper if not spent.

At this time, Jiang Baimian had already returned and joined them, keeping a distance.

At Bai Chen's suggestion, they returned to South Street, entered that "time-honored noodle restaurant" and "fighted" for a table.

"Their spicy noodles are delicious." Bai Chen seemed to recall something, with a soft expression on his face.

"Spicy oil?" Long Yuehong asked in amazement.

That sounds like a luxury!

Is this life in the larger settlements on the dust?

Bai Chen gestured four bowls to the boss and said:

"Wildgrass City is very suitable for growing rapeseed and chili peppers, and many nearby manors produce them, and the prices are very cheap.

"However, the noodles in this small shop are not very good, not as fine as the nobles eat..."

Having said this, Bai Chen suddenly stopped and didn't continue talking.

Jiang Baimian glanced at her, smiled and said:

"I just hope it can be done quickly. You see, Shang Jian Yao hasn't spoken for a long time."

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a sudden commotion outside.

After a while, someone passed by, and the boss who was making noodles asked casually:

"What happened?"

People passing by pointed to the direction of the square:

"Looks like the library is on fire."

Jiang Baimian's eyes narrowed for a moment.

No.17 Chapter Novice Released

Like most of the people in the noodle shop, Jiang Baimian only looked back at the side of the road without leaving his seat.

Not long after, the boss, who was in his fifties and smelled of oily smoke, put four large bowls of oily and spicy noodles in front of Shang Jianyao and others with a tray.