The First Order

Finding Mr. Storyteller’s home this time allowed Ren Xiaosu to gain a lot. At least he realized why the worn-out cell phone he “picked up” was used for, and he probably found some clues about Anjing Temple.

Ren Xiaosu returned to his own room, turned on the phone again, and then hesitated to send a text message to the other party: "Take the task."

He hesitated because he did not know what he would face in the future after the text message was sent, and this matter would once again bring changes to his life.

On the other hand, the 67th barrier is far away from the 61th barrier he is currently in, and the road will be delayed for a long time to complete the task.

But is this the best way for him to find Wang Fugui and others now?With the power of a person, it is really difficult to find people in the vast sea.

Perhaps he can use the power of Wang Shengzhi to tell Wang Shengzhi frankly, but Wang Shengzhi knows his identity and Zhang Jinglin's attitude towards Ren Xiaosu, so it is hard to guarantee that the Wang family will not have any other thoughts.

And Anjing Temple does not know who he is, he hides in the dark, there is still room for buffering everything.

Just when Ren Xiaosu released his thoughts, the worn-out mobile phone lit up, and it was a text message sent by the other party: "The level of holding the mobile phone does not reach the C-level standard and cannot take the task."

Ren Xiaosu was petrified at that time, and he thought for a long time in cooperation with him, and he was not allowed to take this task at all...

He looked at the phone in his hand in disbelief. Isn't the former owner of this phone a pig? Not all the phones have been sent out for several years. Why is it still a D-class?

And you, Anjing Temple, are also interesting. You all know that I am a D-class. Why do you still have to send me C-level missions?

Before he was angry, the other party sent another text message: Please don't send lamb buns anymore.

Ren Xiaosu: "..."

All right, Ren Xiaosu has to continue to wait patiently.

Ren Xiaosu still went to the tavern every day. When Mr. Storyteller went, he listened to the story. When Mr. Storyteller did not go, he sat there to read. The little tavern made Ren Xiaosu give a library taste.

As for where the book comes from... after all, he is also the one who has been to the 88th barrier library. Of course, there is no reason to go to Baoshan empty-handed!

And now that the 88 barriers are broken, Ren Xiaosu feels that he has saved a lot of spiritual wealth for mankind.

Doesn't it mean that the people in Zhongyuan found that the data in the laboratory can become rich overnight, indicating that humans still value knowledge.

Of course, most of the materials in the laboratory are molding or soon-to-be-formed technologies. Once a consortium finds it, it can immediately open up new technical fields. Therefore, laboratory materials can sell money, but the book in Ren Xiaosu's hands may not be sold at the same high price.

Mr. Storyteller met Ren Xiaosu in the tavern after visiting Ren Xiaosu, as if nothing had happened. Everyone tacitly kept silent.

On the contrary, Mr. Storyteller's granddaughter got acquainted with Ren Xiaosu. Sometimes, when she went outside to ask for stories, she would first come to Ren Xiaosu to listen to stories, then run to Mr. Storyteller.

This made Mr. Shu lose his temper, and there was a little hope in his heart that Ren Xiaosu could get the task earlier, and then quickly get out...

As the days passed, fewer and fewer barriers had fled from the northwest. All those who should have escaped, and some of them who had no time to escape had already been cleared by the 178 fortress.

Some refugees gathered together to block the gate of 61 barriers every day, saying that they would make their own political demands to the Wangs consortium, and said that they were also people with a face before, and the Wangs consortium could not do this to them.

Not that these refugees are stupid, but they really have no choice.

Many of these refugees were dragged by their families. They watched the family waiting for dinner, and all the things they should sell were sold out.

So when you are hungry and can't do heavy work, you can only do this.

At first, the Wang consortium was reluctant to take care of them. After all, 90% of these people were former bureaucrats of the Zong clan, and they didn't even know anything about technology.

Some people were originally engaged in technology, but academics have long been abandoned after they were in high positions, so for the Wang consortium, they have no use at all.

But later the chief of the Wang consortium responsible for managing the market town felt that it was not a problem for these people to block the gate every day. They simply beat them up.

Now, the refugees are honest.

Some people start to work hard, while others continue to think of some crooked ways.

The refugees in the market town of No. 61 are happy, looking at these barriers is not as good as them. Everyone has an idea of ​​watching jokes.

There are even some refugees who ran to tease these bureaucratic family members. Although they didn't dare to really do anything about it, they looked a bit unsightly.

In the evening, Ren Xiaosu returned to the house after dinner in the tavern. While he was reading, someone suddenly knocked on the door.

Ren Xiaosu went to open the door. When he opened the door, he held a black knife with one hand behind his back. The nano-robot in his body was ready to move, ready to form an outer armor.

After opening the door, I saw a beautiful middle-aged woman standing outside the door. The other party seemed to have washed her face, changed her makeup hurriedly with the cosmetics they brought from the northwest, and changed her beautiful cheongsam.

Ren Xiaosu calmly asked: "Is something wrong?"

The woman said softly, "Can I go in and say?"

"No," Ren Xiaosu refused.

The woman didn’t expect Ren Xiaosu to be in a state of oil and salt. She was anxious: "We all fled from the northwest. I came from the 146 barriers. Seeing that we are all fellows, can you let me Change some food?"

These days, the most moist person among the refugees is probably Ren Xiaosu. Of course, in the eyes of other refugees, Ren Xiaosu is a refugee, and he himself said so.

So other refugees found Ren Xiaosu's life so moist, he got his idea.

Ren Xiaosu raised his eyebrows: "What do you want to change?"

"Take my own," said the woman, gritting her teeth and saying, she also twisted her body deliberately so that Ren Xiaosu could see her leg under the cheongsam.

I have to say that the woman's figure is well maintained, Ren Xiaosu calmly said: "I advise you to go back and change the clothes, otherwise it is quite dangerous if it gets dark."

With that, Ren Xiaosu blew the door again.

A man's voice came from outside the door. He lowered his throat and asked, "What's the matter, is he not tempted?"

The woman seemed to have some humiliation in her heart, and she said with a cry: "How can you give your wife such a pole?"

"So what's the use of I want you, do you wait for starvation together?" the man said angrily.