Seeing Xu Jiancang leave, the Force also left Queshan Station with a handbag.

It's hot summer, and even though it's already evening, the afterglow of the setting sun is rendering on the horizon, and there is still a scorching scorch on the gravel paved road.

A faint peculiar smell of burnt paste permeated the air.

Not only physically, but also psychologically, the Force is somewhat cold and not heat-tolerant, and he prefers cold winters to hot summers.

But at this moment, walking on the gravel road with a gray canvas bag, there was a slight creak at every step, and the ground was a little awkward, but his mood was not impatient, but there was an inexplicable refreshment.

He was not in a hurry to go to his destination, but walked around the camp in the mountains.

Compared to the base city, the camp is indeed not big, and it can even be called simple, whether it is the building or the street, it is far inferior to the Jing'an street where he lives - and this is just a community where ordinary people live and work in the base city, far from being a prosperous place.

By the standards of the forward camp, it can be called prosperous.

There are two main roads, vertical and horizontal, which are divided into "well" shapes, and divide the camp into nine areas.

The Queshan station, large warehouses, and open-air storage yards are all in the relatively safe northwest area closer to the base city.

The central area is undoubtedly a prosperous place, surrounded by wide hardened roads, with developed commerce and dense crowds, and the people who come and go are basically cultivators, and the shops are basically all kinds of materials related to cultivation.

After walking around, the Force found that the regular currency issued by the base city was not popular, although it was not to the extent of refusing to accept it, but the huge difference in double pricing made him realize that spending money here was not much different from throwing it in water.

The real hard currency here is something called "credits", and the slightest inquiry reveals that the Force is staggering.

There are many ways to earn credits, and it's similar to making money, but there are some differences. To put it simply, the stronger the strength, the higher the cultivation, the more prominent the talent, the easier it is to obtain credits, and the more you can consume in advance when you reach a certain authority, and people with different permissions have different amounts.

The cultivation is low, the ability is not outstanding, the merit and hard work can not be less, blood, sweat and tears, this can get not many credits, and for people with strong strength and high authority, even if they are an otaku, they can live well.

The Black Iron Realm, who was treated as a "worker ant", didn't feel that he was being "exploited" at all, but felt that this was a good way to attract powerful cultivators to the Queshan camp, and the more strong people were attracted, even if they came here to be all dead house rice worms, everyone was happy and more at ease.

It is so simple and crude, and the circle of cultivators is so hierarchical.

The Force touched the banknote in his arms, thinking it was a huge sum of money, but when he got here, he found that it was only enough for him to stay and eat for a few days.

Looking at the rapidly darkening sky, the Force turned around and walked towards a place.

He had only taken a few steps before he stopped alertly.

In the next second, the glass wall of a shop on the left suddenly shattered, and the two figures flew out with their backs to each other, and fell a few feet in front of the Force, their noses and faces were swollen, blood was flowing sideways, tears and snot were all over their faces, pain, grievances, sadness, doubts, and dazed...... All kinds of expressions are interpreted in every square inch.

A fat man stepped out of the shattered glass wall with one hand on his waist and a large spoon with a handle that seemed to be made of a special material in the other.

He was dressed in a standard chef's attire, a white chef's uniform, a tall chef's hat, and a white apron around his waist, the key was that he was very clean, without a single stain, so delicate and exquisite, but he wore the style of a butcher - the kind of butcher.

The big spoon in his hand waved in the air with his angry expression, the wind whistled, and the close Force quietly took a few steps back, he suspected that this thing was about the same as knocking on the door of the watermelon, knocking and exploding.

There were already many eyes on the surroundings, even the diners in the restaurant stopped to look this way, some of them were even timid and even had their butts out of their seats, looking at the big meal in front of them, ready to slip away at any time, and under the sweep of the fat chef's eyes, they didn't dare to move, and their buttocks froze in the void a few inches away from their seats.

The fat chef became more and more aggrieved, and looked around and said: "Neighbors, all the guests comment, the small shop operates in good faith, and regards every VIP who patronizes the small shop as the parents of food and clothing, but they ......."

Saying that, the angry spoon was waving back and forth against the brains of the two unlucky people who were lying on the ground mourning and whispering, and their hair was cut off by the strong wind, "They don't want to give money for eating overlord meals, and they still shout loudly that I open a black shop! Is there any reason for this to be so arrogant when eating overlord meals? What kind of world is this!"

Saying that, his big spoon pointed angrily at the tip of the nose of the two people, "You say, you say, you say, why don't you eat and drink for nothing, and you still have to smash my signboard in public!"

One of the two faced such humiliation, simply closed his eyes, even stopped the grievance and whispered, gritted his teeth, and refused to cooperate, as if to say, "You kill me." ”

The other person said with a bitter face: "Hero, big brother, our brother first came to your land, he didn't understand the rules, and he didn't have credit points in his hand. ”

The fat chef waved his spoon again, pointed at the diners in the restaurant who stopped and looked and even wanted to flee for their lives, and said loudly: "You disturbed my guests, do you want to end it with an apology!"

It's clear that you are disturbed, what do you have to do with our brothers!

The man thought in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it, and asked: "We are really sorry for ruining the big brother's business, what are the arrangements, big brother, you just have to say, admit it, we all admit it!"

The fat chef pointed to the restaurant and said, "Go and apologize to my guests, the matter is settled, so that they don't have to panic and eat with peace of mind." Then work for me until I pay off what I have lost today!" he said, gesturing to the broken glass wall.

The two unlucky eggs walked into the store with each other's arms, apologized one by one, and sincerely retained and even asked them to finish eating before leaving.

The fat chef nodded in satisfaction and was about to enter the store with a spoon.

"Fatty!"

A woman with a red armband came over angrily.

The fat chef who originally looked fierce immediately had a sincere and kind smile on his face, "Beauty Qu, today is your duty, it just so happens that I have recently developed a new dish, vinegar and crispy sausages, sweet and sour, crispy, it suits your taste, I'll try it now." ”

The woman looked at the broken glass wall, the debris on the ground, the house was supporting each other, the nose was blue and the face was swollen, and the two of them sincerely apologized, but frowned and reprimanded: "Give me less hippie smiles, a mouse poop spoils a pot of soup, if you use this method to trick the newcomer and ruin the reputation of our neighborhood, we will definitely vote together to expel you!"

The fat chef called out and said, "What is rat, how can I play tricks on people, this time it is obviously me who is responsible." ”

The woman snorted coldly: "I'm not a judge, I don't care if you are justified or not, anyway, you are the worst person in our area." ”

In the end, she turned around and said before leaving: "I remind you kindly, don't reason with me, if you ruin the reputation of our area, we will drive you away at most, but if you continue to do this, the reputation of the entire camp will be affected by you, and the people who come out to clean you up at that time will not be as simple as expelling!"

"Uh......" The fat chef looked at the woman's distant figure and stood stunned for a long time, then waved the big spoon twice in the void and turned to enter the store.

The Force, who had been quiet on the sidelines as a passerby, hurriedly flashed.

From getting off the bus to now, he has seen many fights and brawls, and it is no wonder that cultivators are piled up, and if there is a dispute, it is directly resolved with their fists, and whoever is tough is reasonable, simple and clear.

However, after witnessing the scene just now, he once again made up his mind.

He originally planned to visit the Queshan camp for a few days first, step on it to get acquainted, and also learn the details of the company from the side.

But in retrospect, it wasn't a wise choice.