Chapter 88 Different Mid-Autumn Festival

Volume 1 Chapter 88 Different Mid-Autumn Festival

In the spacious street, four fairy-like beauties looked at this on the street stall and chose that; the eyes of many men on the street were attracted, and their eyes did not hide their strong desire for possession.

Yan Ruhua's face turned a little red. She approached Liu Ruijun and said, "Uncle (this name should be right). Shall we go back? These people's eyes seem to swallow us, which is really annoying.

"Well, I can kill as many of them as they come!" Liu Ruijun waved her fist like a demonstration. Fortunately, she is now much more controlling and did not show her claws on the spot, otherwise she would definitely attract the "onlookers" of the patrol.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th. There are obviously many more people on the street. Many people put out the "ancestral things" they brought when they escaped. Gold and food are the most valuable in troubled times. They all hope that these things that have been passed down for many generations can be exchanged for more gold. Who doesn't want to have a better Mid-Autumn Festival? Maybe this is the last Mid-Autumn Festival in their lives.

Chen Siyu put his hand in his sister Chen Sihan's arm and said with a smile, "Sister, we must visit this dawn city today! When I arrived in the city yesterday, it was too late and I didn't look at anything. This time, I had to see Han Hui blowing in the sky and the rare dawn city on the earth.

"Ha ha, sister, I also want to see it, but I don't know how my husband is now." Chen Sihan sighed softly and continued, "Don't just remember to play and forget the task given to us by your husband. We need to prove to him that we are not vases, but virtuous helpers!"

"Hmm!" Chen Siyu nodded and was surrounded by her sister. She was no longer the wayward and naughty girl at the beginning. Especially after Qin Bin led away the strong enemy, she became mature and much more sensible.

Shuguang City is located at the intersection of Yiling District, Xingshan and Yuan'an counties. As for the size of the area, Liu Ruijun can only compare it with the county seat where he originally lived. The area of Shuguang City is equivalent to that of three LP counties. There are also buildings and houses in it, but compared with before the disaster, these buildings are too low, and Those tiles used for decoration are also difficult to see.

Like the ancient city, the whole dawn city is tightly defended by a reinforced concrete wall 40 meters high and nearly 10 meters thick. It is said that all the materials available within a thousand miles were consumed when the city was built. Fortunately, there are many cement factories around the surrounding cities and counties, otherwise they would not have chosen to build a city here.

Another biggest reason for building a city here is that it is close to the Three Gorges Dam and the Gezhouba water conservancy hub. With these two hydropower stations, the whole Shuguang City does not have to worry about electricity problems at all. I don't know how many zombies were killed by the high-voltage power grid outside the city, and the city was brightly lit all night.

"Sister Xiaohan, look, there is a play over there!" Liu Ruijun suddenly shouted and looked in the direction of her finger. There was indeed a large group of people in an empty space on the roadside. An old man and several young men and women in the circle were working hard to dance with guns and sticks.

"Drink!"

The chest gravel often seen in TV's medieval films was once again presented on the Mid-Autumn Festival in 2061, but this time the performers were not desirable at all. All the "props" were verified by the onlookers themselves. The half-foot-thick, two-square cement board replaced the "big stone". A big man shouted loudly. He lay on the ground with his muscles, and the two men beside him worked together to lift the cement board to the big man.

The oldest man, about 60 years old, knocked on a broken porcelain basin, "Fathers, on this Mid-Autumn Festival, I wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, as the saying goes..."

"Sister, why do I listen to this line so well?" Chen Siyu tilted his little head and said.

"Hee," Chen Sihan shaved his sister's nose and smiled, "Isn't that what is said in any ancient costume film? Seeing that this old man is so old, let's give him some gold later.

"Hmm." Chen Siyu nodded. There is a lot of gold and silver transferred by Qin Bin in Ximen Yuer's Xumi Ring. Because today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, Han Hui and others will naturally not leave immediately.

Around the impatience of the onlookers, the old man nodded to the young man with a big hammer, and the big hammer of 40 to 50 catties was easily swung over his head as if there was no weight in the young man's hand.

The cement board was smashed by a big hammer. The young man seemed to have deliberately controlled his strength, and there were not many cement fragments splashed. The lively people couldn't help cheering loudly. They opened their eyes and looked at the unharmed man under the cement board. They were not blushing and gasping, which was by no means comparable to the stunts on TV in the past!

Seeing the applause, the old man was very happy and cleared his throat. He knocked on the basin a few more times and shouted as he walked, "Fathers of the villagers, the little old man's family has just entered the Dawn City, and they have run out of food and are penniless. If you think our efforts are very practical, please..."

"Cut, I still want money for this performance. I don't have money to spend it myself."

"That's right, if I had known you wanted money, I wouldn't have looked at it."

"Old man, are you crazy about money?"

......

His face changed like turning over a book, and the lively people looked up one by one, and all kinds of unpleasant words could be heard. The old man's smiling face froze in an instant, and he said with a bitter face, "All right, okay, we haven't eaten for a day."

"Cut, who are you lying to?" A fat woman dressed in fashion but with a face painted like a female ghost holds a small mirror in her left hand, and her right hand keeps combing her hair in the mirror. Her lips are about to rise to the sky: "Isn't Dawn City distributed rations every day? Play tricks in front of us old residents and don't look at their partners. Humph."

"You..." A beautiful and well-built girl behind the old man wanted to return her mouth, but the old man stopped her and winked at the disciples behind him. The old man forced himself to squeeze out a smile and said, "Dear Mingjian, the little old man's family just entered the city last night and has not eaten a bite so far. Please give a little.

Hearing the old man's words, Chen Sihan recalled the scene when he and others went to the city last night. Under the siege of dozens of ninjas, Han Hui finally left only three soldiers, and two scientists were also slightly injured. After Ximen Yuer and others solved the blocked ninjas, all the ninjas did not escape from the powerful divine search of the master in the Jindan period.

Under the guidance of the signal bomb, the response troops sent by Shuguang City quickly came to Taipingxi Town. Along the way, the response troops met several waves of survivors, including the old family.

He is also a fallen man at the end of the world. Chen Sihan immediately said, "Ruhua, you take two gold bars to them."

"Yes, Madam."

When he saw someone giving him gold bars, the old man's hands trembled with excitement. Needless to say, the old man and his disciples even thanked him, but at this time, someone suddenly shouted behind the crowd: "The patrol is coming!"

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Near October, the noon sun is still very hot, but at this time, more than 300 village names in the central open space of Sanduihe Village are full of happy smiles, young and old. In the more than two months since the disaster, this is their happiest day. The bamboo dining table is full of various delicacies, and there is also a bottle of wine at intervals.

Everyone is wearing a unique ethnic costume, with the exception of Qin Bin. He is dressed in a suit, tie and a pair of shiny leather shoes, and his long hair on his shoulders is casually scattered, which not only does not look ruffian, but also makes him more elegant.

"Qin Xian's nephew, you are so polite. Our Miao family never want to pay back for saving people. You make us ashamed." The village head of Sanduihe Village was also the old man who had drugged Qin Bin with wine Maotai in one hand and Qin Bin's hand in the other.

"Ha, the kindness of dripping water should be rerated." Qin Bin was rarely drunk once. His cheeks turned red. He looked gratefully at the young man sitting not far away who was pouring liquor and said, "If the Fang Ge brothers hadn't carried me back, I might have been washed somewhere now."

Qin Bin said this from the bottom of his heart. According to the rapid flow of the Longmen River, the two stones can't stop him at all. In time, it is very likely that the current will rush him into the sea.

"Hey, I agree with your words. The kindness of dripping water should be rerated. My Miao family has always been like this!" The old man brushed his white beard nearly a foot long, raised the wine bottle in his hand and shouted, "Come on, let's do it!"

"Good! Do it!" Since waking up in the morning, Qin Bin has seen the lively hospitality of the Miao family. After a night of recovery, the injury on his back has healed. After such a long time of disaster, the village is very short of other supplies except food, but the simple villagers still take out the good things at home.

For the bold and simple villagers, Qin Bin also let go of his mood and instantly became friends with them. Especially the children in the village, under the bombardment of his candy and snacks, are eager to stick to him all the time.

A bottle of Maotai was quickly drunk. Qin Bin and the old man laughed happily. It's been a long time since they drank it with such an open belly! There is no real yuan in his body. This bottle of Maotai has reached his limit. If he drinks it again, Qin Bin may have to vomit for the first time.

"Old village head, you are so massive!" Some people shouted in the crowd, and others also praised the old man.

The old man (old village head) waved his hand repeatedly and patted Qin Bin on the shoulder. He shouted, "I'm old. The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and a new generation beat the old man! I think this little brother Qin Bin's drinking capacity is above me!"

The old man's shot almost knocked down Qin Bin. Although the effect of the free secret was there, it had no effect on the wine. He was already dizzy and waved his hand and said, "I'm not the opponent of the village head. This time, thanks to the village head's herbs, otherwise how could my injury get better so quickly?"

He staggered to the young man, and Qin Bin once again had two more bottles of Maotai in his hand.

〖End of this chapter〗.