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Chapter 3 Yazi Town

Yazi Town is [-] kilometers away from Garbage Mountain in a straight line, and the actual distance is about [-] kilometers.

In fact, the original name here was Duck Town.

It is said that many years ago, wilderness wanderers discovered many slogans left over from the old era here.

"Develop circular agriculture, promote cleaner production, and achieve environmental friendliness."

"Dali implements refined management of the poultry and egg industry, and comprehensively promotes the leapfrog development of the rural economy."

"Strengthen animal health supervision and maintain public health safety."

"Implement animal quarantine in accordance with the law to ensure the safety of animal products."

There are also many posters attached to the surface of the abandoned buildings under the influence of time and become part of them.

All in all, it's all about ducks.

If there are history enthusiasts who conduct research, they will definitely find that this place used to be a very prosperous poultry breeding base in the old days, and the main product was ducks.

It is said that it is a fat and fat bird that wobbles when it walks, has a lot of fat in its body, and will "sizzle" and emit oil when it is roasted casually.

The point is that this delicious bird can't fly, run... oh no, it should be walking very slowly.

In the eyes of humans in this era, it is simply the most ideal life partner.

Don't think that the word "partner" can only be associated with male and female love.

Today, the concept of "companion" largely refers exclusively to food.

Beautiful things will become a yearning full of magnificent colors.Although there is no real plump duck in this era, the word "duck" is still passed on among the homeless people. In countless hungry days and nights, skinny people caressed their sunken bellies, chanting about the roast duck in the imperial capital mentioned in historical books, thinking about what is really delicious and tender... After a long time, no real reference can be found. ".

Yazi Town is not big, with three main roads vertically and horizontally, intersecting to form a barely upright Chinese character for "gan".

When Ling Zihan and Liao Qiu walked into the town along the road to the southeast, they saw Zhong Xiaowei rushing out of the tavern from a distance, running towards the depths of the alley across the road.

She was wearing a narrow, whitish-washed skirt, which was very short, and the hem of the skirt was at least forty centimeters above the knee.Zhong Xiaowei has a slender waist, round buttocks, high breasts, and a beautiful face with a smiling expression at all times, which has a provocative meaning that men can't control.

Her running speed seemed to be fast, but her steps were clumsy and crooked. She seemed to have twisted her foot at the entrance of the alley, staggered but did not fall, and quickly regained her balance. The heels of the leather sandals under her feet were at least ten centimeters higher.

Two tall and strong men chased after them as if they had taken an overdose of stimulants, and they burst into shouts of joy or excitement.They opened their tops, exposing their muscular chests, and their faces were intertwined with fierceness and cruelty before they were about to commit violence. They chased each other and rushed into the alley one after the other.

From the depths of the alley, a woman screamed enough to pierce eardrums, which lasted less than a second before stopping abruptly.

Ling Zihan glanced at the alley where the figure had long since disappeared, then turned and walked towards the tavern not far away.

The wooden signboard of the tavern was tattered, and it was barely formed into a whole by a few nails and broken iron sheets. Under the dim white light, one could vaguely see a flowering plant with long and narrow leaves branded on it.

The iris is now extinct.

The tavern was very quiet, the incandescent lamps hanging from the ceiling couldn't dispel all the darkness, and the overall look was very quiet.Except for a few old drinkers with familiar faces, there is no hustle and bustle here, and there is no music and wildness that are indispensable in old-fashioned bars.

Zhong Jun sat on the high stool inside the bar and read a book, with a cup of tea with a faint aroma in his hand.

As a bar owner, Zhong Jun has all the elegant characteristics that all women in the old days had for middle-aged men—handsome, slender, well-spoken, rich in knowledge, and has a mustache that distinguishes everyone else.

Books and tea are real luxuries in this era.

The iron door of the bar is very old, and the rusty door shaft will make a "squeaky" metal moan every time it is turned because of lack of oil lubrication.

Ling Zihan walked to the front of the bar and took off his backpack: "Brother Zhong, I'm back."

Zhong Jun closed the "Zi Zhi Tong Jian" placed on the table inside the counter, raised his head, and glanced at Ling Zihan: "How is the harvest?"

"It's okay!" Ling Zihan pushed the bulging backpack forward, and said with a smile, "everything is inside, brother Zhong, you can see for yourself!"

As he said that, he turned around and urged Liao Qiu who was standing beside him: "Open your bag and show Brother Zhong the goods."

Strictly speaking, the timing of the appearance of garbage mountains is irregular.

Three days, five days, a week, sometimes even a month.

However, things in the world are so magical. Zhong Jun, the owner of the "Iris" tavern, is one of the people who know the secret time of garbage falling in the sky.

Few people are used to counting time in "days".Including Ling Zihan, everyone is used to living in "hours".

Because you can't see the sun at all here.

Under normal circumstances, Zhong Jun would release the news 24 hours in advance.

This is equivalent to a ticketed admission event.Everyone only needs to give Zhong Jun a silver horn, and they can get a flat round metal nameplate with a number engraved on it.The gang stationed at the garbage mountain will set up a cordon around the perimeter, leaving only one heavily guarded entrance and exit.

People with numbered nameplates can enter, trespassers without nameplates always die ugly.

Many people want to find out what kind of private connection exists between Zhong Jun and the Garbage Mountain gang, but no one has ever known.

Zhong Jun looked carefully at the two backpacks.

After a few minutes, he gave a brief evaluation: "It's a good thing."

He's never been a talker.

Ling Zihan and Liao Qiu showed joyful expressions at the same time.

Zhong Jun returned the empty backpack to Ling Zihan, and then laid out five silver corners in sequence on the bar counter.

In this era, banknotes are equivalent to waste paper.Even if it is a colorful dollar in the old days, no matter whether the majestic head of any president is printed on the paper, the only choice for people is to use it to wipe their buttocks after defecating.

In addition to the normal concept of barter, the most widely circulated currency on the market is silver.

The volume of a silver horn is equivalent to a dime in the old era.Among them, the alloy composition is very small, and the silver content is as high as 90.00%.

Silver has a wide range of uses, especially under the premise that all human beings are semi-mechanized, a considerable number of physiological organs must use special auxiliary materials made of silver.

The reason is simple: silver can kill bacteria.

One hundred silver horns can be exchanged for one silver dollar.

Ling Zihan and Liao Qiu took a trip to the garbage mountain, and after deducting the "information fee" paid to Zhong Jun before, they earned a full three silver coins this time.

Liao Qiu's eyes sparkled with excitement and excitement.

Ling Zihan is much more sophisticated.He grabbed the silver corner placed on the bar, with a sincere and flattering expression on his face: "Brother Zhong, can I give you something to eat? I gave you the information fee before, and Liao Qiu and I have nothing left."

Liao Qiu reacted quickly, and hurriedly chimed in: "Yes! It's been two full days and I haven't had anything to eat. I'm really starving to death."

Zhong Jun's eyes showed the sophistication of seeing through the world, he shrugged his shoulders, and made a look of itching and helplessness: "You two guys... If this continues, I will be eaten into a pauper by you sooner or later."

Having said that, he turned and walked into the inner room.

When he came out, Zhong Jun had an extra tray in his hand, which contained two simple meals.

According to the views of the old times, the sun directly affects the life and death of plants on the earth.

The change of science and technology has made soilless cultivation a reality, and then there have been large-scale farm reclamation stations that can be cultivated indoors without sunlight.

It is said that the key to Zhong Jun's ability to open a bar in a place like Yazi Town is that he obtained an old-fashioned miniature farming station, which can produce enough food to feed hundreds of people every year.

This statement cannot be said to be completely unfounded.Take the simple meal for one person sold in the bar as an example, which includes a large bran bread, a half-boiled potato (about [-] grams), a tomato about the size of an adult's fist, and [-] grams of jerky jerky that is almost as salty as salt.

The bran bread has a rough taste and is mixed with salt, which is not strictly unpalatable.This thing tastes good when it's first made, and it's soft.After a long time, it becomes dry and hard, and it must be torn into pieces and soaked in water before eating.

One silver horn can buy ten such simple meals.

Ling Zihan and Liao Qiu randomly found a table and sat down, devouring their meals.

Zhong Jun looks indifferent on the surface, but in fact he has extremely rich connotations.

The "Zi Zhi Tong Jian" only has a cover made of synthetic leather. The seemingly valuable paper pages are actually metal coated with imitation pulp skin, and the inside is hollowed out to house a small display screen.As long as you open the book cover and connect the power supply, you can see the action movies of the old island country with clear pictures.

As for the cup of tea at hand, it should be a special decoration.

Ling Zihan had never seen Zhong Jun drink before.

He knew a little secret about Zhong Jun——the bar owner always combed his thick back hair. He sat at the bar all year round and maintained a fixed posture. He seemed to be unaware of what happened outside with his head down. In fact, there was a miniature camera hidden deep in his hair.

When the simple meal was almost finished, the door of the tavern was pushed open from the outside, and Zhong Xiaowei came back with a happy and satisfied face.

The short skirt was dotted with dark red drops of blood, as well as traces of motor oil exuding a pungent smell.

She carried two grinning human heads in her hands.

Very fresh, bleeding from the broken neck.

(End of this chapter)