Chapter 1： Jiuzhan Palace, small restaurant (1/2)
In Mingguang Base City, among countless post-modern metal-style buildings, there stands an antique blue tiled building, octagonal eaves with flying phoenixes, wooden walls with gold painted phoenixes, a half-foot-high vermilion threshold, and a pearl and jade lion at the door. , A black gold plaque pen walks the dragon and snake, and the three golden characters of Jiuzhan Palace are written on it.
Strange fragrances drifted to the streets, and guests with sturdy and well-dressed guests came and went and talked loudly. The vendors and pedestrians in front of the Jiuzhan Palace watched them with admiration.
”Boom, boom, boom, boom,”
The plaque of the Jiuzhan Palace was trembling slightly, and a sound like the heartbeat of an ancient behemoth came from the inside of the Jiuzhan Palace, and the strange rhythm was hidden, deep and spread to extreme distances.
”Boom, boom.”
Everyone who hears this kind of voice feels a rush of blood pouring down into his pupils, his mind is boiling, and he doesn't vomit.
”Congratulations to Lord Deng Yuan, the third-order mutation!!”
At the same time, a shout came from the Jiuzhan Palace, resounding throughout the street.
”boom.”
The crowd boiled, and people's envy, jealousy, and longing eyes drifted towards this ancient building, which is said to be left over from before the cataclysm, wishing to replace it.
Nine times of heavy drum music came from the drum in the Jiuzhan Palace.
After a while, a man in a school officer's uniform walked out of the gate of the Jiuzhan Palace with a beaming smile on his face.
He raised his head, clasped his fists, and bowed deeply at the black gold plaque of Jiuzhan Palace. It took half a minute to raise his body, get into a giant modified cross-country chariot, and drove away.
”Guardians...”
”Tier 3 mutant! Hiss...”
Another middle-aged man smiled mockingly, and when people were looking at him, he said triumphantly, ”If you don’t understand, don’t talk nonsense. This is the military’s second hunting team, Lord Deng Yuan from the blood-striking team, no By the age of thirty, he will already be a third-order mutant, so young and promising!”
”Yeah yeah”
”I wonder if Lord Deng Yuan was ever married? Did you take a concubine?”
People talked a lot.
”I didn't break through to Tier 3 until I was twenty-nine. I am afraid that Tier 4 will be hopeless in this life.”
A discordant voice came from the crowd.
”Oh, dare to ask this attendant, what level of mutant are you now?”
”That's right, who is this person? The clothes are sloppy, and the tone is not small.”
It is a bit embarrassing if the words in my heart are heard by others.
Not to mention envy, jealousy, and hatred. After all, Lin Chou is not even a mutant. He only has to look up to him at a few levels and he just sighed casually.
Throwing two bags of garbage into the garbage dump, he ran back to the Mingguang Training Center.
After returning to the training hall, Lin Chou gritted his teeth and looked at the plaque at the Jiuzhan Palace opposite, with blood red eyes.
”Sooner or later, I will hang this plaque on the beams of my cottage!”
feud! This is a feud!
The sturdy Xia Dasha carried two bags of trash, and smirked at Lin Chou and said, ”Brother Chou, why are you still not leaving? I'm going to miss breakfast.”
Lin Chou sighed, ”The restaurant is about to close these days, not bad for a while.”
From last night I have been busy until three poles in the sun, and I feel aching all over my body falling apart.
Xia Da silly whimpers, ”Oh, it's closed.”
Xia Dasha watched Lin Chou leave the Mingguang Tactical Training Center a little disheartened, scratching his head, ”Brother Chou didn't eat? Well, it must be...”
...
Lin Chou, a little-known little man, hadn't been for the extinction of a humanoid species called ”otaku” in the past two centuries, he must be one of them.
In the Pythagorean Alley, Lin Chou has a half-dead and tattered storefront, with the iron plaque of the Lin family restaurant hung obliquely, the only legacy left to him by his father.
Eight white iron tabletops but only three benches. The roof often leaks rain. The mouse holes in the corners are covered with spider webs and a lot of dust, which proves that even mice are reluctant to settle in the shop or run away from the famine. Up.
Pythagorean Alley is one of the many small alleys in the slums. It belongs to the first batch of buildings that were reassembled from the ruins of Dongsheng City after the doomsday of living corpses in 200 years.
According to reports, Guangji City started from this alley and proceeded step by step, killing and expelling the living corpses, then building the city and building the separation wall, which is of great commemorative significance.
However, this is of no use. Most people living in Pythagorean alleys are ants who dare not even go out of the three gates of the base city.
These people are like worker ants, using heavy manual labor every day in exchange for three meals a day to feed their families.
Three generations of Lin Chou's family have a single pass. This small restaurant has been opened since his father's generation, and it took several decades to pay off the mortgage.
It is often said that when the mortgage is paid off, Lin Chou's father, who never drank, gets drunk~~ You need to be happy in life, and you should celebrate when it is worth celebrating.
In the drunken dream, Lin Chou's father has actually begun to mutate. If Lin Chou's father mutates successfully, the fate of their father and son will change drastically, leaving the big quagmire of Pythagorean Alley and flying onto the branches to become phoenixes.
It's a pity that the unconscious father didn't pass that level.
In a flash, Lin Chou became an adult.
After the threshold of twenty years old, there is basically no hope of becoming a mutant in this lifetime. The example of Lin Chou's father is almost rare, and the golden age of mutation is generally between 15 and 20 years old.
Lin Chou is also used to going to the No. 11 vegetable market in the base city every day. He buys some tattered vegetable leaves, rat meat, and occasionally a few sparrows or half a catty of wild pork, which is a rare delicacy. Compared to other people, at least Lin Chou can eat and wear warmth, not betraying his dignity for his livelihood.
Of course, they will not be looked down upon...
At six o'clock in the morning, Lin Chou will prepare the meal and open it on time. A tattered wooden board is written as neatly as possible on today's menu, and breakfast is provided for the alley residents who get up early to work, even if few people are willing to pay for the meal.
At noon, the main customers are children.
Mingguang Base City bears lunch for every child, and the principle of proximity applies to meals, so noon is also the best time for Lin Chou's business.
The importance of children in the base city is quite outrageous. In the last two centuries, contraceptives and condoms were the first things that disappeared from people's sight.
Abortion is absolutely forbidden. Even if a pregnant woman has a miscarriage, there is an extremely strict declaration process and layered review. Once it is discovered that this is not the case, the highest possible penalty may be imposed on the relevant personnel.