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Chapter 2: People always forget something important(1/2)

In the boundless ice and snow.

A huge ring-shaped building stood solemnly. It was so majestic, but even so, it still seemed extremely small compared to this snowfield.

Several wild dogs with saliva running across the snow, their tails between their legs, their bellies withered, looking for food everywhere. It can be believed that they will pounce on anything they can swallow without hesitation.

Go up and bite.

They passed by the towering wall and stood on a snowy slope. They looked into the building for a while and found that there was no way in, so they ran away angrily elsewhere.

Steel bars and concrete construct the outer walls of the building, and the gray-black towering barriers are covered with frost.

Above the barrier is a hemispherical greenhouse made of transparent plates and brackets. It covers the entire building, like an amazingly large barrier, blocking the entire building below and reflecting the sky.

Sunlight shining through the clouds.

Looking from a distance, several groups of tiny figures wearing heavy clothes, wearing cold masks and oxygen tanks, were standing on the seemingly endless cover, clearing the snow with tools.

Under the cover, there is a city. Through the transparent panels, you can see the rows of houses, intertwined streets, and people passing by.

This is the greenhouse, a town belonging to mankind in the post-disaster era, and also the last refuge of mankind.

The streets are not too busy, and the pedestrians on the road are in a hurry. No one likes to stay outside the house for a long time. In this era, only inside the house can people feel a rare sense of security.

This is the No. 3 Greenhouse in the West. After the resources in the No. 1 Greenhouse in the West were depleted, it accommodated a large number of refugees, which made life much more difficult for the people who originally lived here.

When Yanagi Yuan arrived here, the guards looked at her in a bad way, apparently treating her as a refugee who didn't know where she came from. Fortunately, perhaps out of humanitarianism, the guards at least did not drive her out, but

He gave her a temporary pass and drove her into the city.

After leaving her snowmobile by the greenhouse gate, Yanagihara was going to find some food first. Although she couldn't die, it was still very uncomfortable to be hungry.

But she rummaged through all the pockets on her body and even touched her barren chest, but she couldn't find anything that could be exchanged for food.

Yes, people in this era have returned to the most primitive barter trading model. Because of the collapse of the government and the special relationship with the greenhouse, this trading model has inadvertently become a way for people to exchange what they have.

the main means.

What did Yanagihara have on him? There was almost nothing. A brown coat, a long-sleeved shirt, a vest, a pair of off-line trousers, a pair of tattered outdoor boots, and a modified old model

Colbert's revolver, two rounds of ammunition, and a chipped short knife.

Excluding the contents of the snowmobile, these were probably all her belongings.

Of course, Liuyuan's body is not without any luxury goods. In the left pocket of her pants, there is a pack of unopened cigarettes. She picked this up from the ruins in the snowy field. You must know that in this era,

Cigarettes are something only the upper class can enjoy.

This thing is valuable, but Liuyuan doesn't intend to exchange it for food. She also thinks that she can keep it and enjoy it slowly. Compared with this kind of mental anesthesia, one or two meals are not.

So important.

But it is undeniable that eating is also an important matter. An empty belly will undoubtedly make Liuyuan more desperate, which may make her unable to help but feed a bullet to her brain halfway.

Well, since she discovered that she will not die, Yanagihara has indeed developed many strange hobbies, some of which can even be said to be a little perverted, but she basically has no self-consciousness about them.

In order to get some food, Yanagihara dug out a rusty iron plate from the trash can in the greenhouse alley, and stabbed a line of writing on it with a short knife.

"Accept business entrustment."

Then, she took the iron plate and sat on the roadside.

Obviously she wants to get some food by selling her labor. In fact, people doing similar work are not uncommon in various greenhouses.

They are usually called hired workers, who are responsible for helping people with some chores and living a day-to-day life. Sometimes these people will even help people do errands outside the greenhouse, but such work is generally free of charge.

It'll be cheaper.

After all, for ordinary people, going outside the greenhouse would cost their lives. Except for the caravans, escorts and exploration teams in major greenhouses, few people would be willing to leave the greenhouse voluntarily.

However, compared to formal employees, Yanagihara has a very serious shortcoming, that is, she does not have the guarantee of a reliable third party. This makes it very likely that she will not receive any commissions even if she sits here for a day. But she wants

It's not much, is it? It's just one or two full meals.

There will always be people who like cheap labor. Based on past experience, Yanagihara firmly believes in this.

He waited until midnight, until the street lights around Yanagi Yuan began to flicker and gradually turned on, but no one came up to ask Yanagi Yuan anything about the commission.

Liu Yuan was not in a hurry. She neither recommended herself to passers-by nor shouted around. She just sat quietly, leaning against the street lamp, with her eyes drooped, as if she was dozing off.

Her neck was tilted and her body was swaying, letting the dim light shine on her body, illuminating a few flies hovering around her.

When her saliva was about to flow onto her shoulders, a voice finally appeared, interrupting her dream that was about to come.

"that."

A very clean voice came from in front of her. Why is it called clean? Because this is the word that people think of at the first time.

"Um!?"

Liuyuan woke up instantly, wiped his mouth, and raised his head blankly,

She looked at the road in front of her. There was a girl standing under the light of the street lamp. Her short white hair was very obvious in the yellow light. Her skin was also very white. Unfortunately, it was not the kind of white and tender whitening, but

A sickly pallor.

The weather was very cold, maybe she had a cold, her nose was a little red, and she was wearing a gray and black sweater with several holes in it, exposing the skin underneath.

This girl has a very thin figure, and her palms are half retracted in her sleeves. Just like her voice, this girl looks very clean. Even though her clothes are shabby, it is enough to make people feel white.

The girl held an envelope in her hand. On the street where there were few pedestrians in the evening and the street lights were scattered, she looked at Liuyuan with a glimmer of light in her eyes and asked.

"Can I entrust you with something?"

"Of course." As a rare business opening, Yanagi Yuan was naturally prepared to take it seriously. She subconsciously sat up straight, but accidentally hit her head on the street lamp she was still holding.

"when!"

"Well." A crisp sound was followed by a helpless groan.

Yanagi Yuan covered his red forehead, looked at the girl with a self-conscious look, and then said.

"Obviously I am the one who does this kind of thing, miss. If you have anything, please tell me."

······

"So." Following the sound of fabric being rubbed, Liu Yuan sat cross-legged under the street lamp, looked at the girl in front of him, and raised one of his eyebrows.

"You want me to take you to deliver a letter?"

"Yes." The girl seemed a little shy and nodded while holding the envelope.

"We have to cross an ice field on the way?"

"Yes." The girl lowered her head again, not sure whether it was because she was shy or timid.

"What do you use as payment?" Liuyuan didn't ask any more reasons or reasons, he just asked a very realistic question.

After all, this girl doesn't look like a wealthy client.

The girl was silent for a while, then stretched out her hand and showed a bag containing dried meat.

Her voice was very soft and she asked timidly.

"Half a bag of dried meat, okay?"

Liuyuan's eyes fell on the girl's hand. After a while, he blinked his eyes and said.

"Do you think it is okay?"

Although her charges are very low, half a bag of dried meat for one trip to the ice field is obviously still a little too little.

The girl pursed her lips, knowing that this was not enough.

Even if it is the cheapest commission, if you want to leave the greenhouse, you will need at least a rare metal, or enough nutrients for one person for a month.

These were what the regular employees told her. The girl did not cherish metal, and she had never seen any nutritional supplements. I heard that they were ground up from precious fruits and plants, and people at the lower levels had no access to them.

arrive.

That's why she found Liuyuan.

The girl's eyes were slightly red. She must have hesitated for a long time. She gritted her teeth and took out a small box of things from her pocket. She bent down and handed it to Yanagi Yuan along with the envelope and dried meat.

Her voice became softer.

"That's all I have. Please take me to Greenhouse No. 4 in the west, please."

Liuyuan lowered his head and looked over, and found that the extra thing was a watch box, with a silver-white pocket watch inside.

Yanagi Yuan picked up the pocket watch, weighed it with his hands, and fumbled with it with his fingers.

Well, not silver, more like stainless steel?

This is not a precious metal. If you go to the big ruins in the ice field and look around, you can find a lot.

However, Yanagihara opened the dial and looked at the time still running on it.

Time?·····

Ever since she woke up again, she couldn't remember how long it had been since she had no concept of time.

Not only her, but also few people in this era care about time.

Because almost everyone lives with the mentality that tomorrow may be the end of the world, under such circumstances, naturally few people care about what time it is now.
To be continued...
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