Chapter 17: Novice

Like most people in the noodle restaurant, Jiang Baimian only looked back to the side of the road without leaving his seat.
It didn't take long for the 50-year-old boss who was full of oily smoke to carry a tray and put four bowls of spicy noodles in front of Shang Jianyao and others.
Jiang Baimian couldn't help his appetite in the strong scent that seduce the greedy insects, and asked casually:
"The library burned?"
"Yeah." The boss sighed. "But I don't see much smoke there, so the fire is unlikely."
Jiang Baimian glanced at the bowl, lowered his head, and saw Yao, who started eating, "curiosity" asked:
"Have I caught fire a lot recently, or something?"
She didn't care that such a problem would make herself look like an outsider, and the most outsiders in Weed City.
"It's not a hot day!" The boss shook his head in denial, "I think those crazy guys did it?"
"Mad?" Jiang Baimian became more interested.
The boss "hey" said:
"Just after winter, there are suddenly more donkey in the city. Seeing the sky, I will put some paper in the crack of your door, saying, "The old world is destroyed by knowledge." Don't learn anything beyond instinct. Stay away from books "Don't think", listen, listen, is this human? This paper does not require money?
"These lunatics really did something to burn the library!"
"Noble lords do not care?" Jiang Baimian restrained himself while listening to Shang Jian Yao's noodles, and asked.
"I don't know who it is! What should I do?" The boss was happy to talk about this topic.
His temples are very white, his hair is very short, and there are some wrinkles in the corners of his eyes.
"That's true." Jiang Baimian lowered his expectations for the security situation in Yecao City.
This is definitely incomparable with that inside "Pangu Creature".
Seeing that the boss was quite angry, she asked instead:
"You kind of like that library?"
The boss wiped his hands on the white apron:
"Can you not care?
"The children rely on this to read and read."
"There is no school in Yecao City? It shouldn't be." Jiang Baimian didn't hear Bai Chen mention this, and defaulted to it.
The boss glanced at the door:
"Yes, yes, but in North Street, most people don't feed.
"Ordinary people like us can only teach by their own children. Fortunately, my grandfather's generation knows a lot. My dad also has some formal education. I can barely give most of the words in the gray language and most of the words in the Honghe language. Recognize all.
"Teach the kids, how can you do without books? Just rely on yourself, the effect, oh, don’t mention it, I’m counting on my grandchildren to learn more, read more books, and have the opportunity to enter the municipal building to work, don’t Like his father, he doesn't like to read books, he doesn't like to recognize words, and he's a ruin hunter, and he's lost his life!"
Having said that, thinking of the library on fire, the boss cursed bitterly:
"That bunch of melon peels!"
Listening to the conversation between the team leader and the boss, Long Yuehong suddenly realized how difficult it is for Shuiwei Town to persist in public education.
On the dusty soil, education is not a natural right for everyone, and even most people cannot read or read.
When Jiang Baimian saw that there was a suspected "arsonist", it was more like a coincidence, so he sighed in secret and joked:
"Boss, your dialect is quite mixed."
"When my grandfather's generation established Ye Caocheng, people came from all directions, speaking various dialects, and also speaking Honghe language. Listening to it this way, you will learn it and you will be confused. Hey, how many, what can you eat?" The boss saw that there were new guests coming in, stopped chatting, and greeted him.
Jiang Baimian glanced at Shang Jianyao who was digging the bottom of the bowl, raised his face, and asked Long Yuehong with a smile:
"How is the taste?"
"It's delicious...just...a bit spicy..." Long Yuehong replied vaguely.
When Jiang Baimian was chatting, he had already mixed the noodles. At this time, after one bite, the noodles were full of red oil, fragrant and spicy, while chewing with the unique sweetness of starch and just the right lifting. The taste is sour, and the breath is full of onion, oil, and spicy aromas.
"It's too little." Shang Jianyao put down the dishes and added "help" Long Yuehong.
Jiang Baimian never treated the team members badly, half turned his body, and shouted:
"Boss, one more bowl, no, two bowls."
She felt that such a bowl shouldn't be enough. Although the two bowls were a little too much, they could be divided between Long Yuehong and Bai Chen.
In this way, they sweated their foreheads.
This is an indescribable enjoyment in the cold winter.
Then, upon checkout, it took 18 drasses.
The small bowl of Youbo spicy noodles is 1.5 drass, the big bowl is 3 drass, the "old tune group" ate six bowls, and the total is close to two ore.
After retrieving the two 1 drasset banknotes, Jiang Baimian counted the remaining banknotes distressedly:
"This money can't help but spend!"
They only changed 10 ore, and they ate almost one-fifth of a meal.
This little money can last two days.
"Let's go, go to the Hunter's Guild and take a look and get a badge. If you stay longer later, you have to make money to support yourself." Jiang Baimian said to Shang Jian Yao, who eats the most.
At this time, they had returned to the street and became a group of two again.
Shang Jian Yao touched his stomach, and said with regret:
"The second bowl should be replaced with another noodle, the one with meat."
"As long as you can make money, it will be next time." Jiang Baimian didn't dislike this guy and just wanted to eat.
This is because their "old tune group" has taken a long way, and there is not much food left. Therefore, their current priority is to solve the survival problem.
Of course, if intelligence personnel can be contacted, there is a high probability that there will be other channels for obtaining supplies.
In the afternoon on Yecaocheng Street, the sun was not so warm anymore, and the hula-la cold wind burst into the clothes of pedestrians.
As a result, many people would not go out unless necessary, and the streets were extremely deserted except for the Weed City patrols with submachine guns and relic hunters hurriedly foraging for food.
After arriving at the central square, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao turned to West Street. After walking a few steps, they saw the Hunter's Guild occupying an entire building.
Beneath the imitation of the eaves is a "Hunter's Guild" made up of mottled white walls and small light bulbs.
The latter has two languages, and you can imagine how bright and eye-catching it will be at night when it is powered on.
On the ground floor of the guild, all the rooms are open, leaving only pillars and walls that cannot be knocked on, forming a very wide hall.
At this time, the row of doors was open for people to enter and exit at will.
On the walls and pillars beside the different doors, the same characters are written:
"Working hours: 8:30 am to 8:30 pm.
"Remember: The staff of the Association have the legal right to hold guns.
"Warning: Please consciously maintain order.
"..."
While Jiang Baimian was browsing these contents, a group of people came out from the Hunter's Guild.
Two of them are quite conspicuous.
One is a robot, the whole is silver and black, the lines are smooth, and the texture is obvious. The eyes are like two light bulbs, flashing red light; the other is a man in his thirties, with ordinary appearance and sharp eyes. Iron black, and the corresponding part above the wrist joint is hidden by the sleeves and cannot be seen.
"Robot arm..." Jiang Baimian knew that he was talking loudly, so he had to hold it in his heart.
And the relic hunters who came and went were all looking at this group of people with envy.
Bai Chen's eyes were also moving with them.
"There are intelligent robots...very powerful!" Long Yuehong said sincerely.
Even if it is not a combat intelligent robot, it is a good helper for survival in the wild!
They will not be hungry, not tired, not afraid of poisonous gas, not afraid of ordinary firearms, not afraid of harsh environments, and have a strong load-bearing capacity.
The only problem is how to provide them with energy.
Unfortunately, since the destruction of the old world, there have been no more than three places where smart robots can be stably produced. As the "antiques" gradually break down or are destroyed, the group that can have such a "companion" is indeed enviable.
In the past few years, many humans have survived all kinds of dangers and survived thanks to the companionship of intelligent robots.
Even in the old world, intelligent robots have not really become popular.
Jiang Baimian looked around for a while, retracted his gaze, smiled and asked Shang Jianyao next to him:
"If you are given the opportunity to install a robotic arm, what function would you prefer?"
"Open the can." Shang Jianyao replied very seriously.
"...Real use." Jiang Baimian grinds his teeth.
While talking, the two had entered the lobby of the Hunter's Guild.
There is a fluorescent lamp on the ceiling here, shed a whitish light, it seems that there is no need to save electricity.
In the hall, around the round table in the middle, there are scattered tables, each with a machine with its own LCD screen.
At the big round table, a super huge screen hung above it, slowly scrolling and displaying various tasks.
At the bottom of the screen, there are windows, each with black electronic instruments.
Looking at it this way, Jiang Baimian felt that the inside and outside were completely different worlds.
The technological content varies greatly.
She immediately found an empty window, took Shang Jian Yao and walked over.
Looking at the clean and refreshing girl behind the window, Jiang Baimian said with a smile:
"Registered hunter."
"Fill out the form. If you can't write it, I'll fill it out for you." The female staff member handed out two pieces of paper, not enthusiastic but not arrogant.
The content of the form is very simple ~EbookFREE.me~ is the regular items such as name, gender, age, etc. Jiang Baimian took the pen at the window and brushed it up.
Not to mention, making up a fake name is quite strenuous.
In order to prevent Shang Jian Yao from having a chance to play, Jiang Baimian helped him complete the filling.
After submitting the form, they took pictures in front of the black instrument in the window and recorded their fingerprints.
Soon, they got two "Hunter Badges".
The badge is brass-colored as a whole, with a blurred face, a knife and a gun on the front, and a chip inlaid on the back.
"You are now'novice hunters', work hard to take over the tasks, and you will soon become'official hunters'." When the staff handed out the badge, they said the same blessings.
Jiang Baimian threw down the badge, smiled and said to Shang:
"Let's go and see what task is there."
Shang Jian Yao then pinned the badge to his chest, very solemnly.