long night fire

The "Old Tune Group" had just settled down, but the sky had already turned dark, and the afterglow of the setting sun covered the whole city with orange tulle.

Jiang Baimian and the others changed their clothes, hid "Ice Moss" and "United 202", and walked out of "A Fu Gun Shop" slowly, and entered South Street.

When they're in a large settlement like this, they don't want to eat cans, biscuits and energy bars.

"It's much more lively than before." Long Yuehong said while walking on the road, looking left and right.

In South Street at this time, people come and go with different clothes, some seem to come from deep mountains and old forests, and some wear the charm of the old world.

Among them, the vehicle moved slowly, as if breaking through the waves.

And the noodle shops, restaurants, restaurants on both sides, no matter good or bad, are almost full of people.

Hearing Long Yuehong's emotion, Bai Chen simply said:

"There are very few relic hunters coming over in winter."

After the beginning of spring, a large number of relic hunters came from various settlements and different forces in the surrounding area, either looking for opportunities or trading harvests, restoring the turbulent Wild Grass City to its former appearance.

"It smells so good..." Shang Jianyao didn't care about this aspect, sniffing the various food aromas wafting in the air, actively looking for restaurants with vacancies.

Jiang Baimian glanced around and found that near the central square, many people gathered in corners and alleys, not knowing what they were doing, and whenever the patrol passed by, they always pretended to be nonchalant.

Sensing that Jiang Baimian was watching those people, Bai Chen casually said:

"Some small black markets."

Seeing that Long Yuehong was a little puzzled, she further explained:

"The underground trading market on West Street mainly focuses on bulk goods, various prohibited items, and currency exchanges. Many of the items unearthed by relic hunters from the ruins of the city cannot be classified into categories, and it is difficult to directly trade with the corresponding major purchasers. Entering the regular market will cost a sum of materials, and not everyone is willing to bear it.

"Some of them choose to sell in the streets, and some spontaneously form this kind of small black market, which has a lot of weird old world items."

Hearing this, Long Yuehong roughly understood, and asked curiously:

"Is there something valuable hidden in it?

"For example, an item that solidified the breath of an awakened person at the 'spiritual corridor' level?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shang Jianyao laughed out loud:

"You read too many old world entertainment materials."

That's right, those kinds of items fall into the hands of ordinary people, and are closer to curses or disasters. Once in contact with them for a long time, problems will inevitably occur, and people can easily distinguish their abnormalities... Long Yuehong has no embarrassment to admit that she really thinks too much .

"Very little." Bai Chen answered his previous question, "If you have the time and insight, you can find good items from the small black market, and the price is often lower than its actual value."

After walking a few more steps, Long Yuehong suddenly said in a low voice:

"There was a man over there watching us, and as soon as I looked over, he looked elsewhere.

"There's also a..."

Jiang Baimian laughed:

"Okay, you can leave the teacher.

"Those should be the monitors from North Street, don't worry about it."

She, Shang Jianyao, and Bai Chen discovered earlier than Long Yuehong that the state of peeping at handsome men and women is obviously different from the state of peeking closely at the movements.

While they were talking, Shang Jianyao found that there were two empty tables in a shop called "Flavour Fast Food".

"Over there!" He rubbed his stomach and pointed out the direction.

Jiang Baimian had nothing to do, led the "Old Tune Group" and his party, walked over and occupied a table for four.

This fast food restaurant has very few dishes, only seven or eight pots lined up, and each pot is stewed with different food.

Below them is a table with multiple simple stoves. Charcoal, coal, etc. are lit on a small fire to keep the dishes in the pot at the lowest temperature.

Shang Jianyao took a look and identified most of the food in the pot:

Tomato scrambled eggs, potato stewed pork belly, small pieces of braised pork, a random stew of several seasonal vegetables...

Almost at the same time, Jiang Baimian figured out what the store was selling:

Donburi!

"I want potato stew covered with meat." Jiang Baimian looked at Long Yuehong and the others.

The "Old Tune Group" and the rest of Ole, Drasse and Cass, don't rush to exchange currency.

"Me too." Shang Jian Yao raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth.

"I want braised pork." "I want scrambled eggs with tomato." Long Yuehong and Bai Chen said respectively.

After dinner was finalized, they waited patiently.

And the relic hunters eating around looked at them from time to time.

On the one hand, it is pleasing to the eye, and on the other hand, it is doubtful.

After all, a team with such outstanding looks and stature is relatively rare in Wild Grass City.

Even the owner of the restaurant couldn't help but look this way a few more times.

He took the plate, scooped a spoonful of rice, covered it with a layer of vegetables, and made four bowls of rice in less than a minute.

One word, "fast"!

Shang Jianyao carefully mixed the juice of stewed pork belly with potatoes into the rice, and counted how many pieces of meat there were.

"Three small pieces." He sighed.

It's a good thing you didn't say it out loud... Jiang Baimian said with a smile while mixing the rice:

"How much meat can this kind of small shop get? Besides, there is a lot of meat and the price is too expensive. Many relic hunters can't afford it."

Shang Jianyao said "hmm" twice, and focused on putting the rice grains that were full of soup into his mouth.

At this moment, a car stopped outside the door.

It was a sedan with dark bulletproof glass and thick armor.

Zhao Yide pushed the door down, pretended to be surprised, and shouted loudly:

"Qubing, are you back?"

His voice echoed in the "flavor fast food" restaurant, attracting the attention of relic hunters.

After seeing his appearance clearly, the pupils of those relic hunters dilated:

This gentleman has a very high status and status at first glance!

The vehicle behind him cannot be modified by most relic hunters; there are several suspected bodyguards scattered around him; his black tight pants and the same color top with golden buttons are neat, clean and look brand new; He is slightly obese, with a rosy face, and he looks different in the generally malnourished gray soil...

The few relic hunters at the door were even more sharp-eyed and saw the pass under the windshield of the car.

That's a pass to and from North Street!

This might be a nobleman... The ruin hunters who knew the Wild Grass City well lowered their heads.

Hearing Zhao Yide's call, Shang Jian Yao stood up abruptly, and also shouted in surprise:

"So you didn't recognize us before.

"I thought you didn't recognize my brother!"

Brother... the relic hunters who buried their heads in their meals chewed on this Gray-earth vocabulary at the same time.

That team is really not easy!They all sighed in their hearts.

Zhao Yide's expression froze for a few seconds, and he tried his best to appear surprised enough:

"Did we meet this afternoon?"

Without giving Shang Jianyao a chance to answer, he forcibly changed the subject:

"Go, go to my house!

"In Wild Grass City, I don't allow you to eat this kind of thing."

Shang Jianyao's expression suddenly became serious, which made Zhao Yide's heart skip a beat.

"No, I've already started eating, so I can't waste food." Shang Jian Yao Zhengse explained.

"Yes yes yes." Zhao Yide didn't dare to refute.

Shang Jianyao then pointed to the side and said to the owner of the fast food restaurant:

"My friend is here, add a stool."

Normally, this kind of thing is usually done by the customer himself, but after glancing at the gentleman who seemed to be a nobleman at the door, the boss came out from behind the stove, took a square stool, and put it on Shang Jianyao's place. side of the table.

Zhao Yide looked at the oily store, squeezed out a smile and said:

"It's not safe, is it?"

"I'm here!" Shang Jianyao said "Do you not believe me?"

Long Yuehong next to him, Jiang Baimian and Bai Chen opposite him all lowered their heads, and it was very hard to hold back their smiles.

Zhao Yide took a breath silently, took out a white handkerchief, and wiped his forehead.

"We are brothers, how could I not believe you?" He first responded to Shang Jianyao, and then said to the bodyguard beside him, "You are waiting at the door."

Shang Jianyao helped to add:

"Drive farther away, don't block other people's doors, and delay other people's business."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes." Zhao Yide "follows the good."

After the driver drove the car away, he slowly walked to the side of Shang Jianyao and others.

Looking at the slightly greasy surface of the square stool, he worked up his courage for several seconds, and finally sat down.

Shang Jian Yao patted him on the shoulder happily, and asked kindly:

"Have you had dinner yet?"

"Not yet." Zhao Yide replied reflexively.

The next second, he regretted it, because Shang Jian Yao turned around and said to the boss:

"Another potato ragout, please!"

Hey, generous... this is the property of the group... Jiang Baimian didn't object.

When the bowl of rice topped with a few pieces of pork belly was served in front of Zhao Yide, his face almost wrinkled.

Just the sight of the fat makes his stomach sick.

He remembered that his father, Zhao Zhengqi, liked this kind of thing very much, as if it was a habit he developed when he was young, but he didn't.He also tried it when he was a curious child, and never wanted to touch it again.

Moreover, this kind of restaurant is dirty and messy, how can the food be eaten?

Seeing him in a daze, Shang Jianyao said with piercing eyes:

"Don't waste food."

"..." Zhao Yide picked up the tableware, picked a spoonful of rice from the part that was not contaminated by fat meat, and put it into his mouth.

Soon, he was about to shed tears.

Seeing his appearance, Jiang Baimian had to wonder whether Shang Jianyao really had "brotherly love" or did it on purpose.

After eating the spoonful of rice, Zhao Yide couldn't help retching twice.

"Are you pregnant?" Shang Jian Yao was surprised.

Zhao Yide didn't know what language and expression to use to respond.

Jiang Baimian cleared his throat:

"He was joking."

"Well, I just ate too fast." Zhao Yide quickly explained.

Jiang Baimian showed a friendly smile:

"Then eat slowly."

Zhao Yide nodded with a complicated expression:

"it is good."

After forcing himself to eat another small spoon, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and said: