Under the lights of the street lights with not too big distances, Long Yuehong walked slowly along the street to observe whether there were old local residents.

During this process, he inevitably attracted some attention by the wide range of goods at various stalls and was full of interest in the strange things found in the ruins of different cities.

After walking forward for a while, Long Yuehong stopped in front of a stall.

There are many jade, jade, and diamond jewelry here.

He felt that his mother didn't seem to have anything similar, so he wanted to get her one or two back.

——Inside "Pangu Biology", the accessories of ordinary employees are mainly silk flowers, hairpins, necklaces, earrings, rings, brooches, and scarves. These are either passed down for generations, or those employees of the "Safety Department" went out to "pick up garbage". The number was small and not so easy to get.

Long Yuehong squatted down, picked up a dazzling diamond necklace, and looked at it carefully for a while.

He was unable to tell whether this was good-looking for women or not, and he could only consider it from another perspective:

Gold and silver jewelry are more practical. Even if it is replaced, my mother doesn't like it, and it can be used as an equivalent.

——During the journey, Long Yuehong, Shang Jianyao and others learned some economic concepts from Jiang Baimian.

"Why don't there be no gold jewelry?" Long Yuehong took the diamond necklace, swept around, and asked in confusion.

The stall owner was a bearded and gray man, and replied unhappily:

"Some of gold and silver are collected by caravans, but they still need to be sold?"

Yes, these are all items that are industrially used and can also act as currency... After Long Yuehong was relieved, he put down the diamond necklace.

He felt that the stall owner's attitude was not very good and he didn't want to trade items with him.

As soon as he stood up, the stall owner also stood up and shouted:

"Outsiders, don't you know the rules of our Tarnan?

“Pick up the things I have seen, I have to buy them!

"You have touched it with your hands, why do others want it?"

Long Yuehong was surprised and a little frightened. She was about to explain that she didn't know the situation. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw a man suspected of being a local resident playing with a set of white porcelain dishes at the stall next door, then put it back, and slowly turned around and left.

During this process, no one stopped him, and no one asked him to buy it.

Long Yuehong, who had a lot of experience in dust, suddenly woke up, pulled up the corner of her clothes, revealing the pistols she had on her armed forces.

The stall owner smiled disdainfully:

"Do you want to grab it directly?

"I think you don't know how powerful the robot guard is!"

Of course, Long Yuehong remembers the law that "Tarnan prohibits private fights". He just did so just to show an attitude.

He looked up at the surveillance camera on the nearby street lights and asked the stall owner:

"Do you want to hit me?

"This seems to be a private fight."

The stall owner smiled:

"The private fight without moving weapons is ignored by the robot guard."

While speaking, the owners of the two stalls beside him also stood up to strengthen his voice.

"So that's how it is." Long Yuehong got the answer she wanted and looked like she suddenly realized.

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step, instead of advancing, and rushed forward.

When he was operating in Wild Grass City with Bai Chen before, he received corresponding teachings:

When facing similar situations, don’t show a weak attitude. Even if the opponent’s firepower is fierce, you will have to bluff.

Of course, if the enemy does not take this trick at all, then there is another old saying:

"Those who know the times are heroes."

Almost a minute later, Long Yuehong patted her clothes, looked down at the stall owner and his two companions who were lying on the ground, and said "confused":

"It's really strange. Why isn't it considered a private fight if you don't move weapons?"

The stall owner and his two companions curled up in a ball, covered their stomachs, moaned in pain, unable to answer.

To be honest, if the three of them really go together, Long Yuehong's fists may not be able to compete with six hands. After all, it cannot cause any death. However, he attacked the opponent unexpectedly and fought a time difference. Before the stall owner and his companion reacted, he quickly solved the main target. Then he used the other two to take into account the stall goods and reduce their hands and feet to easily deal with them.

Seeing that the pedestrians and other stall owners around him did not interfere in this matter, Long Yuehong had a deeper understanding of the survival rules on the dust:

In a contemporary era where order has not been completely established, the bottom line is the big fist.

He felt a little more confident and walked forward.

As he walked, he saw a familiar figure:

Shang Jianyao stood in the middle of the street, looked left, right, and front, and seemed very hesitant, as if there was something important that he could not make up his mind.

Hey, he will have such a time? Long Yuehong was curious and had the idea to go up and ask.

At this moment, he saw clearly the situation on the street:

On the right, a group of people gathered there, dancing strange dances following the drum beats in the sound, and shouted in unison from time to time, "Praise you, the gate to the new world";

On the left, another group of people gathered around the half-high wooden platform, singing loudly, saying sentences such as "The world is illusory, Nan Ke is a dream" and "The mirage dragon is the highest, the broken mirror will last forever", bringing out an ethereal and sacred feeling;

On the front of the right, an iron pot was mounted, emitting a strong fragrance. The wings wrapped in powder were gradually turning into light golden. In front of the iron pot, a very thin pillar stood. A woman stood on the top of the pillar with one foot open, completely showing her symmetry and balance.

When his eyes were withdrawn, Long Yuehong already understood what Shang Jianyao was in a dilemma:

There are three different sects here, dancing, singing and fried chicken wings that make him unable to make a decision!

This is really a crucial crossroads in Shang Jianyao's life... A line from the radio drama suddenly flashed through Long Yuehong's heart.

In fact, if these three companies were not too close, he felt that Shang Jianyao would definitely "want them all".

At the same time, he also initially confirmed which of the three sects were:

One is the "Cremelling Sect" they had just met for a while, the other is the "Glory Balance" mentioned by Feilin, the leader of the "Rootless" business group, and the other is the "Broken Mirror" that believes in the "Broken Mirror" in November.

Tarnan is so lively... Long Yuehong decided not to care about Shang Jianyao and continue his "adventure".

Although he was a little greedy for fried chicken wings, he was not a person who betrayed his faith for the sake of communion.

After crossing Shang Jianyao, who was serious and hesitant, Long Yuehong walked forward dozens of meters.

After scanning his eyes, he saw an old lady sitting at the entrance of the alley.

The old lady was wrapped in a thick dark red cotton jacket, with a rattan chair under her body, her hair was gray and she was obviously quite old.

There was no stall in front of her, and she seemed to just come out to feel the excitement.

Seeing that the other party was a mortal man, Long Yuehong mustered up the courage, moved closer and shouted politely:

"Mother-in-law, can I ask you something?"

The old lady raised her head and opened her mouth:

“#%&^*&*”

Long Yuehong was confused when she heard this.

It was not until this time that he discovered that some branch dialects of gray dialects may be more difficult to understand than Honghe dialects.

What should I do? Just as Long Yuehong retreated and was about to say goodbye politely, the old lady calmly took out a black electronic product the size of a palm from her pocket, pressed a button, and repeated the previous words again.

Then, the black item emits an electronic synthesized sound:

"Young man is very polite, what do you want to ask?"

Long Yuehong briefly forgot his mission and blurted out:

"What's this?"

He had confirmed that the other party could understand his dirt words.

After the old lady said it again, the black electronic product made a sound again:

"This is a 'translator' produced in the old world, and was repaired by the mechanical paradise.

"Last time a caravan gave me a bunch of canned food, vegetables and livestock in exchange for my family's food, vegetables and livestock, and it was very useful."

"Indeed." Long Yuehong gradually understood what Shifang Trading Company Miens said:

There is nothing strange about Tarnan, there are many robots, electronic products and mechanical products.

While thinking about whether to tell the team leader, Long Yuehong turned around and asked:

"Mother-in-law, are you a local?"

"Yes." The old lady used the "translator" to communicate with Long Yuehong. "I've been in the New Calendar for three years. It's been more than forty years. Children have children. Alas, the decision I made to stay was really wise. None of my friends in the southern area lived to my age. They were either killed by robbers, or encountered war, plague, famine, or were a little older, and all kinds of diseases came."

Long Yuehong praised the venue for a few words and got to the point:

"Mother-in-law, you have been in Tarnan for so many years. Do you know what 'Mechanical Paradise' wants the most?"

The old lady recalled:

"They want more, never get it, have not made it, or there are many things that do not exist at all, such as 'nuclear power miniaturization technology', 'ultra-high-performance battery technology', key data on the research on controlled nuclear fusion in the old world, the construction of oil pipelines from the Linhai Alliance to Tarnan, and the restoration of more railway lines between the two places. Well, they seem to be quite short of various mines."

"..." Long Yuehong's expression became stiff when she heard it.

If the mineral resources and infrastructure are not mentioned, the previous needs, if the "old commissioning team" can be obtained or made out, they can directly enter the process of "save the world".

After a few seconds, Long Yuehong asked unwillingly:

"There is nothing else they want, do they especially want?"

The old lady thought for a while before she said:

“Some, too.

"When I first came to Tarnan, the 'Mechanical Paradise' was offering a reward for someone, whose name was Maximian, a Red River man, and he seemed to be a scientist.

"This reward has been offered for many years, but later I don't know if it was found or given up, so there is no further information."

Maximian... Long Yuehong wrote down this name and asked:

"Do you remember the characteristics of that person?"

The old lady replied without hesitation:

"I don't remember, I didn't take on this task at all, I heard someone mention it."

Long Yuehong asked:

"Who will take it?"
Chapter completed!