He came to the moon with a tractor

The days become very short.

Dusk came at three or four in the afternoon.

The light is a somewhat hot reddish orange.

Tang Que and the three little robots walked slowly to the lower city, carrying the small cloth bag in one hand and pulling the garbage truck in the other.

The entrance is not deep in the alley of Angel Street, but on the edge of a busy street in the upper city.

Next to the city full of holographic lights, it seems that a crack has been split by lightning, and the black and gray dilapidated buildings are closely connected in color.

It was as if another world suddenly appeared.

The gray ruined city is abandoned in the corner of this colorful city.

The boundary of the Chu River was deliberately demarcated, and the gap like a natural moat was made clear.

After passing the dark alley between the abandoned buildings, there are intricate tobacco and alcohol alleys and gathering places for underground gangs.This is arbitrarily called the trading area.

The stone road under my feet is a bit uneven, and colorful garbage is scattered.

The damp walls are painted in a haphazard pattern, tattooed symbols of various gangs.The largest is a black wild dog.

Dirty and gaudy.

It's the totem of the Dingo Gang.

Walked several streets.

Those who passed back and forth were all strange-shaped robots, obviously covered in iron skeletons, and all wearing clothes, looking nondescript.

There are not only robots, but also messy human beings who have transformed themselves. Some of their entire bodies are made of iron, but the materials used are cheap enough to be seen by the naked eye.

"Boss Tang! Why is your car there?" The flat-headed robot asked suspiciously, and Tang Que saw his warm yellow caravan parked in front of a smoky store.

A cat's head protruded from the car window, and the mechanical eyes were full of displeasure.

It waved its paw at Tang Que, as if it had a thousand words to say, and there was some impatience in its eyes.

"You can tell what's going on when you see the old cat like this..." Biantou whispered to the person next to him.

The mechanical cat usually looks arrogant and no one looks down on him. Once he shows this emotion, he will definitely be annoyed by that person again.

Tang Que walked over and patted it on the head, "Don't worry, I'll leave in a while."

The old cat shook its head, and sat down patiently, holding the cat's arms and crossing its legs like a human, with the expression "I'm in a hurry".

Tang Que shook the scrap copper and rotten iron on his shoulder in front of its eyes, "I'll exchange it for 'food' for you."

He turned around and took the burden of the three small robots behind him, and walked directly around the car into the smoky shop.

Biantou raised his eyebrows made of aluminum sheets on his head, and tilted his mechanical arm to the car, standing like a crooked street bastard, "Old cat, how many times has this happened? You can't even stop a dime boy live."

The old cat glanced at him, the iron piece on its tail stood up as if its fur had exploded, and threw it directly at him.

Biantou dodged, and let out a "haha" sound like a straight line, "The rule that you can't kill people will suffocate you."

Hearing this, the old cat became even more irritable, and closed his eyes and ignored him.

There is not much difference between the inside and outside of the store.

Many men with black dogs tattooed on their arms were sitting against the wall, and there were large hookah bottles in front of them, puffing smoke one by one, and the cold smell spread everywhere, as if they followed the smoking place.

Seeing Tang Que walk in, their enjoyment expressions darkened a few degrees in an instant.

Two of them almost stood up and wanted to make a move, but they held back and just stared at him full of hatred, as if they wanted to kill him with their eyes.

"Brother! Why did you come back so early today?" Fan Xiaoye got out of a pile of iron prosthetics behind the counter, his face was full of excitement, and he continued without waiting for an answer, "I brought your car over, ready to give You fix it, the iron sheet has fallen off in many places."

His skin is a healthy wheat color, and there is a cleverness in his eyebrows and eyes, which is quite attractive.

The only thing that stood out was the colorful wound bandage on the bridge of his nose. It seemed that his whole body was covered with scars from fighting, and a corner of the bandage could be seen everywhere.

Tang Kuang nodded, "Thank you." He handed him a few bags on his back, and three small carts, "This is today's, and it's all in place."

Fan Xiaoye took it, and frowned disapprovingly, "Don't go next time, just let them do it. These tasks are originally assigned to the bottom-level robots, why do you always do them for them?"

Tang Que gave a pale "ah", "It's nothing to do when you're free, just treat it as exercise."

Fan Xiaoye handed him a cylindrical bottle as long as an arm in his hand, grabbed his arm, and said with some expectation, "Then you take me with you, I also want to exercise."

Tang Que made a clever effort to get away from him quietly, "Farewell, you should help old man Fan here."

The man who sat beside him and stared at him for a long time laughed, "Xiao Ye, why are you in such a hurry? He only cares about you because of Mr. Fan. Do you really think he treats you as a younger brother? "

The smile on Fan Xiaoye's face disappeared in an instant, he grabbed the pliers at hand and smashed them, "Do you want to die?" He said sinisterly.

The face of the man who was hit by the arm was distorted, "Where is your grandfather! Call your grandfather out! It is not for you to treat customers like this by showing you the shop!"

Fan Xiaoye snorted coldly, "If you still want to strengthen the artificial limbs on your body, just shut up!"

The man was cursing, but his voice was still a little softer, "It's like a mad dog raised by his mother Tang Que, something."

Fan Xiaoye stopped talking to him, and looked worriedly at Tang Que, who had been silent all this time, "Brother..." He stopped talking, and looking at Tang Que's expression, it was obvious that he was not silent because of this matter.

Holding the big bottle in his hand, he frowned slightly, as if he couldn't figure it out, "Why is the temperature so high?"

Fan Xiaoye rubbed his nose, "The members of the Wild Dog Gang don't know what's going on recently. The number of anti-control agents sent to exchange with parts decreased first, and then the temperature became hotter and hotter. The old man guessed that it was because of the recent increase in the temperature of the ground. The reason," he moved closer, "but don't worry, there will be no problem, I took it out and checked it a bit, and it's the same as before."

Tang Que didn't say anything more, nor did he let go of his mind. He said "Yes", "I see."

Fan Xiaoye looked at him, as if he had something to say but didn't dare to say, "...you park the car in our backyard tonight, and I'll fix it for you?"

Tang Que took a few mechanical gears, put them in a bag and left with the bottle in his arms, "Let's talk about it later, I'll go first."

Fan Xiaoye grabbed his arm again, his face changed very quickly, and he immediately became depressed, "Brother, don't, the old man said he wanted you to come to my house for dinner tonight."

Tang Que stopped, thought for a while, turned his head and smiled at him, "Well, I'll go there in a few days."

Fan Xiaoye tugged even tighter, "Really? What if we don't come?"

Tang Que pushed his hand down, "I won't come to give you the car."

Fan Xiaoye was relieved and sat back satisfied.

The members of the Wild Dog Gang watched Tang Que go out, and began to discuss again, "Look at him like that, what a fool, he dares to look down on our gang, he should be a trash picker..."

Fan Xiaoye was not very old, but his temper was very explosive. He was tense at first, but now he exploded, and rushed forward to fight someone.

But before he had time to add new injuries to his body, he was stopped by an old man with a bald head. He was wearing thick flat-bottomed glasses, smoking a big cigarette, and the gears on his arms made harsh noises. He looked old. But extraordinarily strong.

After separating the two.

He held Fan Xiaoye's head and apologized, "I'm sorry, this kid will become a mad dog as long as he gets involved with Tang Que, please bear with us, I don't need any hookah money today, just smoke as much as you want."

Those people also stopped their fire, and gave a ferocious smile, "If you have what Mr. Fan said, we will shut up and sell you face."

One of the lame voices was filled with malicious intent, "But to be honest, you should teach Fan Xiaoye a lesson. Doesn't it make you sick to call someone who picks up waste with a robot brother?"

Fan Xiaoye was held down, and his mouth was not honest, "You are talking so well now, why didn't you provoke me face to face when my brother was here just now? Don't be cowardly? The leg is broken and the wound still hurts, right? ? If you know the fuck is behind your mouth, why don't you let my brother break off your other leg?"

The angry eyebrows were twitching, no one was giving face, and he was about to start when he stood up.

Old Man Fan stood in front of Fan Xiaoye with a calm face, and raised his arm to reveal the long gun in his hand. His finger was already on the trigger, and his voice was hoarse, as if he had swallowed a mouthful of strong tea, "What's the matter? , want to smash my shop?"

"You don't teach, why don't we take care of it for you?" The crippled man's anger was already on his head, and he began to speak indiscriminately, "This damn brat, he has asked us to fight more than once! He really thinks we have a good temper ?!"

Old man Fan was silent for a while, then sighed helplessly.

"Bang—" There was a loud noise.

He directly shot the crippled man's broken leg, blood and water mixed with aluminum fragments flowed down, and the man fell to the ground with a howl.

The old man looked at the members of the wild dog gang who had become tense in an instant, slowly put the gun back, and took another puff of cigarette, "Everyone understand, I'm getting old, so I will inevitably get fired."

He bent over and made an awkward gesture of apology, "To make up for it, I'll give you a prosthetic with a [-]% discount."

Fan Xiaoye grabbed the old man's shoulder and whispered, "Grandpa is so handsome."

Old Man Fan snorted coldly and cursed in a low voice, "You son of a bitch, I'm not as handsome as your brother."

It was getting dark.

The flat-headed robots sat in the car with the old cat in a row in a low mood, looking at Tang Que who was driving from time to time.

"Boss Tang seems to be in a bad mood." Biantou said in a low voice.

Yuantou murmured, "What's the matter? You won't let us go tonight?"

Tang Que's hearing was amazing, and he said without turning his head, "I'll be staying in the car tonight."

The old cat was the most dumbfounded, its tail was drooping, it jumped on Tang Que, its eyes were full of "why" and anger.

Tang Que made a direction, turned to a fork not far from the upper city, and stopped in the darkness, "You help me watch the old cat, so that it doesn't sneak out."

He got up and carried the old cat to the light. Taking advantage of the light in the caravan, he carefully picked up a small brush to clean its running gears, "I'll go to the Wild Dog Gang to have a look."

The three robots immediately surrounded him, "Boss Tang, what are you going to buy?"

Tang Que finished the demonstration for them, handed the small brush to Biantou, and said slowly, "Ask about anti-control agents, and replace the old cat with a mechanical claw."

He thought for a while, "I just saw that the crippled one had an aluminum piece installed. The material is the same as that of the old cat. It fits well. They must have bought new ones."

The old cat wagged its tail without saying a word, but its reaction became sluggish, and every movement seemed to press the slow button.

Its entire body has existed for 100 years, and even if the parts are replaced with new ones, they are still gradually aging.

Tang Que rummaged through the big drawers in the carriage, but he didn't find a single star coin. He sighed helplessly, "I have no money, so we can only negotiate on credit first."

When Tang Que left, the pointed robot brushed the cat's tail and said leisurely, "Boss Tang is too polite to the members of the Wild Dog Gang. He gives them money every time, so he should grab them and beat them up!"

"How can I do that?" Biantou taught righteously and sternly, "Boss Tang said that to be a robot, you have to be courteous, you can't use violence, you have to treat each other with sincerity..."

The old cat rolled his eyes, very disapproving.

The coauthor's leg was broken by himself.