Lao Li didn't understand Feng Xue's topic about the book, but he didn't care about it, everyone is from a different world, and it's normal for there to be cultural differences, and he can't and doesn't need to figure it all out.

After Feng Xue asked a few more questions about strange talks, Lao Li estimated that the time was almost up, so he spoke:

"You should get out of that landfill now, right? Have a new goal? ”

Feng Xue raised her eyebrows, knowing that the price of asking Lao Li for information was coming, so she immediately followed the other party's words and asked, "Not yet, do you have any recommendations?" ”

"Well, let me ask, do you have elements like 'hidden', 'hermit', 'hermit'? Well, don't tell me, anyway, if you have, then it's okay to just find a random landfill, but if you don't, you'd better think about it. ”

When Lao Li said this, he didn't care about Feng Xue's reaction, and continued:

"You saved a person who opened the door before, as long as you didn't kill the manager, then your information must have been known to the residential area, although even if you are wanted, the people below may not be able to remember what you look like, but once you are discovered, you have to run away immediately."

"Oh, according to you, there is an intersection between the managers of the residential areas and the major landfills?" Feng Xue pretended not to know and asked, and Lao Li immediately said seriously:

"It's not just that there is an intersection, you can think of all the landfill managers as lackeys in the neighborhood, which is not quite accurate, after all, they also have the opportunity to move into the neighborhood."

Speaking of this, Lao Li's tone was already full of mockery that could not be concealed, Feng Xuexin said that it was true, but on the surface, he still said quietly:

"So you say, the neighborhoods will give their lackeys a head?"

"Coming out?" Lao Li asked a rhetorical question in a mocking tone, and without waiting for Feng Xue to answer, he directly gave the answer:

"What they value is just profits, in their eyes, the landfill is their own farmland, all the output in it is their harvest, the manager is just a tenant farmer who cultivates for them, they don't care about the life or death of the tenant farmer, but they care about the reduction of the yield of the field, understand? Of course, there is also the kind of stupid son of the landlord who goes to the countryside to experience life, and when he encounters the kind of manager who is ridiculously luxuriously equipped, it is best to hide as far as he wants, offend the tenants, as long as he hides and go, it will be fine, and if he offends the stupid son of the landlord's family, he will be suppressed! ”

Speaking of this, Lao Li changed his words and said:

"But this is actually no different for ordinary nothing, like you who have already registered, if you don't have a hidden type of entry and want to be more stable, you can either live in the wild and stay up until no one remembers you, or simply go to the four major landfills to settle."

"Four major landfills? Isn't that the territory of a residential area? Feng Xue asked with some surprise, but she also understood that this was probably the "clear road" that Lao Li wanted to point out to him, so she asked along the way.

"That's right, but the four major landfills are the earliest landfills in the Infinite City, although theoretically directly controlled by the residential area, but there are many masters who don't even dare to provoke the moths in the residential area, these strange or quasi-strange stories that challenge the seat of the Tower of Babylon make the four major landfills much more relaxed than the others, and most importantly, the place is big enough, there are enough people, even if the door occasionally appears, the manager can't arrive in a few minutes like an ordinary landfill, and even if he arrives, he doesn't dare to go too far, Do you get the idea? ”

Lao Li's almost clear statement made Feng Xue understand what he meant, but he continued to ask:

"What do you mean by Tower of Babylon's seat? What does it have to do with the room in the Tower of Babylon you mentioned earlier? ”

"It's a little early for you, when you become a weird talker, ask me again."

Speaking of this, Lao Li also seemed to be a little tired, and immediately hung up the communication, listening to the busy sound coming from the work card, Feng Xue grinned, stretched and got out of the cardboard.

He opened the badge and called up the map of Infinite City, and after considering the distance, he immediately found a few small spinner wheels and a roll of rope from the real world, and then took out a bottle of glue from the storage bag-

Name: Phantom Object, Super Glue

Elements: [Props], [Tools], [Connections], [Firmness], [Reliability]

Introduction: A bottle of superglue with delicate packaging, which can be effective on most solids, only needs to be pressed for three seconds to fit perfectly, but for some reason, it looks a little like lubricant.

Note: This is not Vaseline! Not Vaseline!

……

Although the remarks are a bit inexplicable, the effect of this tube of glue is still very strong, coupled with the [manufacturing] elements given by Feng Xue's [Money Printing Machine] label, he quickly glued four wheels to the four corners of the carton, plus a rope glued to the front, and the carton was immediately transformed into a large-capacity hand trailer.

As for saying that you don't want these wheels in the future, it's easy to do, because this thing is the real thing, as long as Feng Xue sucks on it, these sticky small parts will be gray, and naturally there is no need to worry about the permanent changes caused by the phantom glue.

With this done, Feng Xue threw things like scavenging suits that couldn't fit into storage bags into cardboard boxes, and dragged them towards the north like walking dogs.

Although Lao Li's intelligence obviously has a certain purpose, Feng Xue does not have any more suitable choices, as Lao Li said, he will either stay in the wild all the time now, and wait until no one remembers him, or he can only choose to take risks.

He didn't know if the four major landfills were as safe as Lao Li said, but in the case of resurrection hole cards, it was better to try than to wait.

In the final analysis, he is just a rumor now, no one knows how long the impression of [Money Printing Machine] and [Demon] can be maintained, as for the official side of the Yan Country, Feng Xue didn't think that he would be able to get results in the short term.

After all, it is martial arts, Yan Guo does not talk about promotion, even if it is just put into the experiment, I am afraid it will take a long cycle, if it is not bad, they will definitely conduct some theoretical research first, and then select a small number of people to cultivate, after confirming that there is no major problem in the short term, and then select a few hundred people, until it is confirmed that there is really no obvious malignant impact, it will really be promoted internally, so that if you can get the first round of income within three years, it can be regarded as official efficiency.

However, the official efficiency is slow, and when the official really makes up his mind, then his road to strange talk will basically be paved - the official mention in the textbook is much higher than the existence of any folk strange talk.

Mr. Lu Xun can have so many stalks, in addition to his own sharp pen and insight to see through the times, it is also a reason that it is closely related to everyone's student days.

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