Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

Qingyang Street.

The situation in the North District is different from other cities. Most of the streets here were rebuilt by gangs led by the original supervisors, rather than conquering the local order.

This street is also named after its manager, the Qingyang Gang.

Qingyang Street is not a small neighborhood, as evidenced by its intersection.

Huang Qiu is a member of the Qingyang Gang with a low status. Now that everyone is hiding in the station and taking a nap, only he and a few unlucky guys still come to the street to stand guard.

Every once in a while, the Qingyang Gang will arrange several gang members to focus on reviewing those who want to join the street and become residents.

There are refugees who escaped from other streets with debts, scavengers who have saved a small amount of money, and refugees from other places.

For example, these people in front of me:

A young man, a woman, and an old man with white hair who was about to be buried.

They were all dressed in common refugee attire.

When these refugees first arrived, they still had the mentality of outsiders. The first thing they thought of was to join a human settlement, but they did not know that most of them did not have this qualification.

Huang Qiu didn't care about this, it was all routine anyway.

When the time comes, just kick out these people who want to sneak in. Isn't that what these gang members do?

Moreover, Huang Qiu himself was a resident of Qingyang Street and a superior gang member. He felt somewhat happy when he could see the eyes of the refugees who were eager to come in but could not get what they asked for. It was a rare entertainment during daily inspections.

"From where?"

"Holy Country." The young man answered.

"Hmm~ Holy Country, that's not an easy place to be..."

Huang Qiu actually didn't know what the Holy Kingdom was like, but there were indeed many refugees fleeing from the Holy Kingdom, and even thinking about it, they couldn't be as comfortable as living on Qingyang Street.

"name."

"Hobbes." Huo Buyang replied.

Inspired by Brother Lu, he decided to give himself a pseudonym, which was quite similar to the names from the Holy Kingdom.

"Okay, then I'll call you Xiao Huo." Huang Qiu pointed at the woman again, "What about you."

"Huo family." Li Liu replied.

Her ancestors did come from the Holy Land, where it was not uncommon for wives to take their husband's surname.

"What about you?" Huang Qiu looked at the last old man.

The old man had pale face and white hair, and the ravines on his face were filled with sand and dust. He also wrapped his mouth and nose with a roll of linen.

He coughed twice and said hoarsely:

"Huohuo."

"What?"

"I said my name is Huo Huo."

"...What is your relationship with them?"

"I'm his grandfather." Lu Meng pulled Huo Buyang, "When I was a child, my family didn't read a few scriptures and I couldn't read, so I knew my surname was Huo, so I was given such a name."

Lu Meng had stripped off the clothes of the refugees before, and at that time Lu Meng thought that he could use these costumes if he needed to disguise himself in the future.

"Okay." Huang Qiu didn't care, the next step was the main event.

"What kind of work can you do?"

Qingyang Street doesn't support idlers. The so-called residents don't just move in and be done with it.

You must have a certain skill to make the gang interested in recruiting you to do things, so that there will be a vacancy for you.

You said "I have money"?

Then why not just take your money instead of you?

Huang Qiu glanced at the three refugees.

Originally, if he was a young and strong-willed refugee, he would have a chance to join a gang like him. But if that didn't work out, he could still sell a handful of coolies and move bricks in the mines, which would at least be of some use.

Nowadays, there is a woman, a child and an old man. It is difficult for such a combination to survive.

At this time, Lu Meng spoke: "I am a doctor."

doctor?

Huang Qiu frowned.

The doctors at the hub are indeed rare. There is only one doctor in the entire Qingyang Gang. He usually treats bruises and injuries, but sometimes he is very effective and sometimes ineffective.

Even so, that doctor is also highly regarded in the Qingyang Gang. After all, people like them who usually shout and kill may count on him to save their lives whenever they are injured.

but……

Are you also a doctor?

The man in front of him who calls himself a doctor looks to be in his seventies, but from his eyes that are not completely cloudy, it can be seen that this man's actual age is not that old, at most in his fifties.

This is a typical sign of premature aging.

Although this is not uncommon in the wasteland, as a doctor, you can't even take good care of your own body, which makes people feel uneasy.

"What kind of doctor are you?" Huang Qiu asked again with hope.

If he has some real ability, then he cannot be underestimated.

"I am a doctor blessed by Oakland."

"?"

The old man tremblingly took out a copy of "Holy Fire" from his arms and held it against his chest.

"Oakland said, 'I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me, even if he dies, will be resurrected.' The power of the Lord of Light can take back life from Narcon and resurrect the dead..."

"It's not surprising that I, a doctor, can use the power of the Lord of Light to cure a living person."

Gan.

He's an awesome doctor.

Huang Qiu lost interest and was about to send these people away.

"etc."

Another gang member came from behind.

He took out a few wood chips and handed them to the three of them.

"From now on, you are the residents of Qingyang Street." The gang members held the old doctor's hand and said cordially.

"..."

Huang Qiu: "Fan Fei, what do you mean?"

This gang member named Fan Fei said a few words in his ear.

What?

Is he really a doctor?

The people above must have been fooled.

"Actually, this..." Fan Fei glanced at Lu Meng, "Actually, these guys have already decided to stay in our Qingyang Street, and now they just come to go through the process."

In this case, Huang Qiu had no choice but to register them.

"How old are you?" he asked Huo Buyang.

"fourteen."

Huang Qiu glanced at Huo Buyang's body, which was stronger than some thin adults.

You did it on purpose.

According to the rules of Qingyang Street, a man who is fifteen years old must separate his family and must perform hard labor and pay full taxes.

Huo Buyang continued: "I will turn fifteen in half a year."

Fan Fei also nodded to Huang Qiu.

Fine.

It’s probably not like he knew the regulations in advance and then went out of his way to evade taxes.

What's more, this kind of regulation means that if there is an emergency and the residents have to be expropriated, it can be done with just one sentence, from senior to junior.

Huang Qiu then registered Lu Meng and Li Liu.

When writing "Huo Huo", he reluctantly added the word "doctor" at the end.

"The rent in the shanty towns on Qingyang Street is 5 Kaidan per day, but there are no ready-made shanties, so tenants need to build them themselves."

Fan Fei introduced to several people:

“And the order of the shanty towns is not protected by the Qingyang Gang... In fact, the people living there are no different from scavengers except for their status as residents.

"In addition, there are several types of long-term rental houses on the street. Each rent is calculated on a monthly basis. The specific price will fluctuate, but generally speaking, there are 20 Kaiyuan a day, 30 Kaiyin a day, and The ones that cost 50 coins a day, the more expensive ones cannot be rented by conventional means..."

Lu Meng nodded: "Then let's go for 30 coins."

Huang Qiu on the side snorted after hearing this.

These foreign refugees are rich, but unfortunately they don’t understand the prices at the hub. They will be penniless in a few days.

Even he could only live in a long-term rental house for 18 karat dollars a day, which was a bargain at the time.

My heart is sour.