Vegetable soup, small bread, these are very ordinary foods in our country, there is nothing outstanding, and some people will throw them away because they are too light and not delicious enough, but in their eyes they are supreme delicious.

Wu Ming couldn't help but sigh when he looked at Runtu's wolf-gobbling back.

But the first hunter heard something else from his words: Where are you? You're from the day hemisphere?

He probably understood why Wu Ming thought so

The First Hunter has been wandering all year round, and naturally he has crossed the Storm Wall through the Dawn and Dusk Line to reach the other side of the continent.

The day hemisphere is rich in products, and the climate and temperature are also very suitable for the growth of animals and plants, which is more suitable for settling down and settling down than the barren and barren frozen plains in the night hemisphere, but there are too many dangers and uncontrollable factors on the road, and there is also a storm wall with a wind speed of thirty meters per second, like a cliff across the entire horizon, except for people with special equipment or the elite of transcendents like the first hunter, it is almost impossible for ordinary people to cross this storm wall.

Those who come out of there, especially those who come out of large shelters, will naturally be slightly dissatisfied with the current state of Night City.

However, Wu Ming did not answer directly, but tried to use a vague description to leave room for reverie to the other party: I come from a place that is richer than here.

The first hunter fell into deep thought: a more fertile place

Is it a mobile city of the headquarters of an agency?

That is, considering that these people eat energy bars every day, their digestive system may become a little fragile, otherwise I would have eaten instant noodles a long time ago, and eat a vegetable soup and bread, if they eat instant noodles, I am afraid that they will have to bite off their tongues

Wu Ming didn't care what the first hunter was thinking, and looked at the workers who were holding paper bowls and muttering to himself.

Those mass-produced foods in the industrial era almost didn't need the seasonings and food flavors that money could mix into them, and the momentum was much greater than those foods refined by Wu Ming.

These poor workers, who have been gnawing on energy bars since they can remember, and have never even eaten meat a few times, are about to eat their tongues just by eating such an ordinary, vegetable soup and bread without much seasoning, if they change to instant noodles, chocolate, egg yolk pie or Wallace, Wu Ming is afraid that they will not be able to stand it after eating too much in one go, and in the end, everyone will turn into splatoon warriors and spray everywhere on the street

Seriously, it doesn't look like it, and it doesn't look very good to him.

Since it has been mentioned, by the way, in fact, the public health environment in Night City is very poor, according to Wu Ming's observation, it may be similar to Britain in the early days of the Industrial Revolution, and even in some places it has to go backwards, back to the dark medieval period.

The ground is mostly compacted dirt, and most of the ground is not paved with bricks, but because the heat radiated by the energy tower is enough to melt the snowflakes that fall on the ground, the melted water will soak into the mud, causing the ground to be wet and muddy all year round, turning into this kind of mud pit everywhere that can sink if you step on it.

As for the toilets and sewer systems, the poor workers would certainly not be able to afford them, and if it weren't for the fact that they would be frozen and beaten by the sheriff, there would certainly be a lot of people who would find a place to facilitate it.

However, since they would be beaten by the sheriff for doing so, they naturally went home to find a basin and then poured and urine on the muddy floor in front of their house, of course, if they were a little cleaner, they might go a little farther and run to the door of the neighbor's house to dump it. If it is really not convenient to go home, I quickly find a sparsely populated secluded location to solve it, and run away as soon as I am done, so as not to be found by the sheriff and beaten badly.

Either way, the city's poor workers don't need such rarities as sewer systems and septic tanks.

And the chairman won't build this thing for them.

So the smell of urine, feces, and the smell of fermentation and decay of something that doesn't know what is mixed together makes most of the streets of Night City a one

An indescribable stench.

The intellectual aristocracy is fine, they will use the sewer system and septic tank, and they also have a certain amount of hygiene knowledge, and the reserve and self-esteem of the aristocracy will not allow them to stink like the untouchables in their eyes, and they will do everything possible to improve the sanitary environment around their homes.

But the intellectual aristocracy was in the minority after all, and the largest population in the city was the poor workers.

Therefore, more than 80% of the entire area of Night City emitted an indescribable stench, and the workers also exuded a rancid smell.

Although it can't be seen on the surface, in fact, Wu Ming has been quietly turning on the life-support module now, and continues to purify the air environment around him, so as not to be ravaged by the strange stench on his nasal cavity and body.

Dirty and harsh living environment. Workers who had been devastated by high-intensity labor day and night to the point of excessive senility did not pay any attention to hygiene, and after wiping their dirty and torn clothes with their muddy hands, they picked up bread and feasted on it, and some of them licked their fingers and paper bowls with great satisfaction after eating, and greedily licked the delicious food that remained on them.

Some people are reluctant to eat in large gulps, at first taking small bites of bread, but with the stimulation of appetite and deliciousness, these people soon join the ranks of gobbling up.

Just a bowl of ordinary vegetable soup and small bread, it made them feel like they had eaten the supreme deliciousness, some people cried, some people burst into tears, but they kept stuffing food into their mouths while crying, and those who didn't know thought that this was the set of a small Chinese master.

He is already good at quietly observing the surrounding environment and people, and he is also very good at observing and figuring out the changes in people's moods, and after having an assistive device to help integrate information, he easily realized a fact.

These people looked shriveled and thin, like ten years old, but most of them were not even thirty years old, and most of them probably did not live to be old.

Wu Ming slowly retracted his gaze: Really, you can eat so well in such a dirty and smelly place, I think people really shouldn't live like this, and they shouldn't live like this

The First Hunter didn't say anything, just watched the workers with a twinkle in their eyes.

After a period of time, even though there were poor workers who heard about the distribution of free food here, almost all the workers ate at least one meal under Wu Ming's almost unlimited supply of food, and some even waited in line twice to eat several bowls of vegetable soup.

Alright, that's the end of today's almsgiving of the Axis Regiment. Wu Ming looked at the time, the excavation time was almost over, and Christina and they were all too tired now, so they used the cognitive modification module to spread their ideas, everyone can disperse, and tomorrow the Axis group will be here to give alms.

His words caused an uproar among the workers.

Are you sure?!

Will you be here again tomorrow?

Can we still eat something so delicious?

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