Open up wasteland in the future

When Mu Ming got off the car, it started to rain lightly, and he stayed at the station in Central Town for a while, counting the money he borrowed from Zhang Bing in his pocket.

After deducting the fare, there are only 12 federal currency left.

Mu Ming sighed, it seemed that he had to find a job as soon as possible to save some money, otherwise, let alone boarding an interstellar merchant ship, even the basic food and clothing would be a problem.

Well, it’s true that he has space cheats, but he can’t stay in the space all the time, and he has to face the danger of being discovered when he enters the space outside.

Is it necessary for him to choose to stay in the public toilet every time he goes in and out, preferably in the middle of the night?

Then he will vomit out even after supper!

"A cheap hotel costs 35 a night, 35 a night..."

“Double standard room 50 per night…”

Mu Ming walked past the crowd, waving his hands and squeezing out.

The lowest price for a single room is 35, which makes the aboriginals who only have 12 federal currency embarrassing...

The central town is much more prosperous than the towns on the edge of the blue sea base, but it is more than one level worse than Emperor Star.

Even Chu Lie himself said that the people on Blue Sea Star can't even popularize the configuration of optical brains, and now the streets full of traffic make Mu Ming seem to have returned to the 21st century.

Cars and horses are like dragons, flowing continuously from both sides.

Thinking of the family from the previous life, I feel a little melancholy for no reason.

"..." Mu Ming looked at the unfamiliar alley and felt a headache while resting his forehead, "Lost again?"

Isn't he looking for a cheaper hotel, what about the busy street just now?

Well, according to his past experience, he really shouldn't have too much expectation in knowing the way and direction.

"Don't smash it, don't smash it..." The old man's old voice came from the front.

Mu Ming listened carefully, stepped forward curiously, and then heard the sound of ping-pong landing.

Not far away, three young men were seen throwing dishes on the ground. Since the tableware was made of synthetic fibers and could not be broken, they stood on it and stomped on it.

On the side, the old man was held back by one young man after another, begging bitterly but could only watch his booth being smashed.

Mu Ming had already passed the age of passion and impulsiveness. He knew that his skills could never beat the opponent's numbers and power, and seeing that the opponent was just smashing the stall and did not do anything to hurt the old man, he presumably charged the so-called protection fee.

Cleaning up the damage on the push stand, the four youths probably felt bored and left cursing.

The alley from the alley is a main road, but because of the exit just now, no one dares to get too close at the moment. There is only one person next to him who is still holding the same dishes as the smashed tableware. It should be the customer of this stall up.

After the farce, the old man squatted on the ground alone to clean up the broken appliances. There was light rain in the sky, and a hunched figure appeared.

Mu Ming stood blankly for a while, then suddenly remembered that it was a rare time for him to go back to his hometown, and his mother crouched by the back door breaking peas. It was also a rainy day, the weather was not clear, the light was very dark, and his nose felt sour for no reason.

Walking forward in two or three steps, Mu Ming picked up the overturned cart.

At this time, the middle-aged man who was eating with the bowl handed over the bowl, stuffed some money into the old man's hand, and left quickly.

The soup dripped all over the floor, and there was still some heat.

Mu Ming quickly picked up the wreckage on the ground, and pulled the old man up along the way.

It was getting dark fast, and a storm was coming.

Suddenly, a muffled thunder exploded in the sky, and the thunder appeared for the first time.

The heavy rain arrived soon, and there were bursts of singing.

Mu Ming sat in the old man's short old house, holding a cup of hot tea, and took the dry towel handed by the old man.

After wiping it casually, Mu Ming picked up the hot tea and blew on it, taking a sip to warm his stomach.

"Young man, thank you very much this time." The old man's eyes seemed to be not very good, his walnut eyes were slightly bulging, he aimed at the fake evergreen potted plant beside Mu Ming, and then slowly turned his eyes back.

"No thanks." Mu Ming showed his white teeth, at least he found a place to hide from the rain, instead of finding a public toilet, smelling the smell, entering the space and then smelling the smell, "How did you mess with those people..."

"Googoo." The hollow sound from the stomach interrupted the inquiry. After drinking hot tea to warm his stomach, he seemed to be even hungrier.

Jiong Mu Ming, I don't know if the old man's ears are good or not.

"Hungry?" The old man narrowed his eyes even smaller, nodded at the fake evergreen tree, and said with a smile, "Wait a minute, I'll get you hot noodles."

The low room is not too small, but the paint on the walls has fallen off, and there are many fine cracks, showing how old it is.

The old man went downstairs directly. When they came in, they took the outer stairs, bypassing the doorway to a mutated old poplar to the second floor. Mu Ming didn't know what was below, maybe it was the kitchen?

The eyes turned around the room, two bedrooms, a small storage room, maybe it was the kitchen.

"Squeak, squeak." The rhythmic opening and fitting of the wood came to the ears, and the downpour outside the window had already subsided, intertwined with this sound, it was a little more homely, unexpectedly heart-warming.

Mu Ming got up and went downstairs.

Under the dim light, I saw the old man pressing the gluten with a bamboo rolling pin.

The old body is becoming more and more humble, but every movement contains the rhythm and the smoothness of time. Her movements are very fast, and if you only look at the hands in the overlapping of gluten, you will miss her age.

"Young man, why did you come down?" The old man's ears were very sensitive, and she had already looked over when Mu Ming went down the stairs.

Mu Ming's eyes were fixed on the bamboo rolling pin, no, it's not a rolling pin.

The bamboo pole just reaches the length that people can grasp outside the cooking table. One end is connected with a loose buckle, which is embedded in the wall, and the other end is in the hand of the old man. Too strenuous angle.

"Are you making noodles?" Mu Ming walked to the cooking table, very interested in this device.

"Don't you, you." The old man scolded, "It sounds strange, my surname is Liu, call me Liu Ma, by the way, I don't know your name yet?"

"Mu Ming, the admiring Mu, the singing Ming." Mu Ming couldn't take his eyes off the strange rolling pin, "What kind of noodles is this?"

The old man sprinkled a layer of flour on the dough, "It's called bamboo rolling noodles. It's a handicraft left by my old man. But when we arrived, we couldn't find a successor, so I had to make it."

"It's a pity." Liu Ma sighed melancholy, "The road diverted, and few people came here to eat noodles except regular customers."

"Is this the reason for setting up a stall on the side of the road?" Mu Ming noticed that the furniture here is complete, there are some old tables, chairs and stools, and when he opened four small wooden doors that were joined together, it looked like a shop.

"Synthetic wheat is expensive, and if there are fewer people, the cost will not be recovered." He Ma shook her head helplessly, "If I don't go out to earn some money, I'm afraid this store will not be able to survive."

It was cloudy and rainy outside, obviously not a good time to talk about this topic.

The sound of rolling the noodles with the bamboo pole continued, Mu Ming touched his nose, consciously going to help boil the water.

A few minutes later, a bowl of hot noodles came out of the oven.

The ingredients are very simple, the bone broth of the mutant beast, a few synthetic vegetables, and a little minced meat are all.

Mu Ming bit his mouth, it was smooth and firm, and there was a special fragrance of bamboo on the cheeks, spreading among the taste buds.

"Mama He, is there glutinous rice added to this noodle?" Mu Ming chewed a few mouthfuls and thought about it, this soup is nothing special, but there is an indescribable taste in the noodle, like the softness of glutinous rice, but the noodle is rich Elasticity, it is incredible that these two tastes can complement each other when mixed together.

"Eh?" Mother He's eyes were full of surprise, "Xiao Ming has a tongue suitable for being a chef." Then she said distressedly, "This is the old man's ancestral recipe, I can't tell it."

Mu Ming felt a little regretful, "That's it." After taking a sip of the soup, he suddenly thought of something, "Mama He, I think it's tiring to make noodles at your age, why don't you hire me, no money, just give me a place Just stay and take care of the food."

"Ah?" Mother He was taken aback, "Are you joking?"

Mu Ming was embarrassed, "I didn't bring any money when I came out, and I'm going to sleep on the road at night, forget it, if it's troublesome..."

"No trouble, no trouble, I just see that you don't look like someone who has no place to live, it's a bit strange." He Ma was amused by Mu Ming's confession, "Why bother, I'll be alone when the old man leaves, I wish Somebody help my old body."

"You stay, and the salary will be paid!"

With these words, Mu Ming naturally stayed.

And after getting along with each other, He's mother was very grateful for the decision she made at the beginning.

Mu Ming is a baby, a big baby!

On the third day, Mu Ming took over the job of rolling the noodles, and began to improve the soup, which improved the taste of the noodle soup by more than one level. Of course, He Ma still controlled the dough recipe.

At the same time, with the new taste of the noodle shop, regular customers come more often, and bring many new customers who are recommended, and after trying it, they become repeat customers.

The benefit of the noodle shop has increased, and there is no need to go out to set up a stall at night at the risk of collecting protection fees, and the small life gradually becomes more enjoyable.

"Xiao Ming, Xiao Ming?"

"Ah?!" Hearing Aunt He's call, Mu Ming was startled, and the chopsticks fell out of his mouth. Only then did he realize that he was still eating, so he went to change the chopsticks.

"Xiao Ming, are you okay?" Mother He asked worriedly after this state had lasted for two days.

Mu Ming shook his head and smiled wryly, but his mind was tied to the interstellar spaceship that came once every three months.

He stayed in the noodle shop for less than half a month, and the only thing that made him feel at ease was that Chu Lie didn't come to his door. It seemed that the other party kept the original exchange agreement.

However, after being deceived once, Mu Ming didn't dare to trust him anymore. Right now, the only way to get rid of the knot in his heart is to leave Lan Haixing.

In addition, he had to go back to Emperor Xingmu's house. He really wanted to find out about the relationship between space and Mu's house.

"Xiao Ming." Aunt He put down her chopsticks and said calmly, "There is no banquet that lasts forever."

Mu Ming was startled, and opened his mouth and said, "Mother He..."

The kindness on the old man's face was seen through by Mu Jin in his later years, "Mama He has noticed the fact that you have been sidelining the interstellar merchant ship with the guests these days."

"I……"

"I know." Mother He sighed, "From the first time I met you, I knew that I would not stay with you for long, young people should go out and venture, Xiao Ming, you are a good boy, if you want to leave here, you don't have to worry about Mother He. "

Mu Ming lowered his head and did not speak.

He Ma glanced at him, shook her head and got up, went into the room, and came out again soon. "You take this and go to the virtual website to buy a boat ticket."

"This." Mu Ming looked at a pile of money wrapped in red cloth, and quickly waved his hand. "I can't have it."

A few days ago, he had been gloomy since he learned about the fare for boarding the spaceship. He was thinking about how to get money quickly, but he didn't want to be too obvious to be discovered by the old man.

"Why are you being polite to me!" The old man raised his eyebrows, a little childish in his awkwardness, as if you were contemptuous of me if you didn't take money.

Mu Ming smiled, but still shook his head, "After the small shop stabilizes, I will go out at night to find a job. There is still a month before the arrival of the spaceship. Mom is polite."

Hearing this, the old man smiled knowingly, "I know Xiao Ming is ambitious, that's fine, ah, yes." Mother He suddenly remembered something and said, "Aren't you a chef, Xiao Ming? You can go to the virtual network Apply."