As it turns out, Ryan still has some brains.

At least after he heard Chen Bofu's instructions, he turned his head and glanced at Chen Jing as soon as possible, and he was not in a hurry to speed up the car according to Chen Bofu's words.

"What are you going to do, old man......"

Chen Jing was full of black lines, and said in his heart what kind of bad taste this old thing is, why is he shouting to kill people at every turn.

"Is there any enemy of yours there?" Chen Jing asked.

"Nope."

Chen Bofu looked surprised, and seemed to wonder why his grandson thought so.

"I usually report on the spot if I have a vendetta, except for a few who haven't died in my hands, the other people who have a grudge against me have already been cold......"

"And you let Ryan run over?" Chen Jing was shocked.

"Oh, this place has good feng shui, sheltered from the wind and smooth, so it's suitable for us to set up camp......"

Chen Bofu touched his chin and looked at this perfect campsite.

"As the saying goes, how can you allow others to snore on the side of the couch, since we have taken a fancy to this place, then we can't clear the scene?"

The lively campfire camp in front of it is very spectacular under the night sky, not to mention the number of extremely dense tents, it is estimated that there are two or three hundred people around the campfire at a glance......

"Forget it."

Chen Bofu crossed his hands behind his head and cushioned them, as if sensing that Chen Jing did not agree with his approach.

"For the sake of my grandson's face, let these scum go...... first"

Seeing the old man's unhappy face, Chen Jing explained helplessly: "After all, we have just entered the wasteland, so let's keep a low profile and don't be too ostentatious...... Ryan, park the car outside and take a look at the situation first. ”

Ryan nodded obediently and slowly slowed down.

At this moment, everyone except the old man was looking out.

Wanderers.

In fact, it is a vague title.

Except for the tribal dwellers who have settled in the wasteland, everyone else can be called wanderers.

Including Chen Jing, so are they.

There is no fixed place to live, and the wasteland is adrift.

That's what it means to be a wanderer.

For example, the wanderer's gathering place that everyone is about to go to is the most common human temporary residence in the wasteland.

Of course, this does not mean that the gathering place will be safe.

After all, aside from the terrifying pollutants, the most dangerous creatures in the wasteland are humans.

"There are thousands of wanderers' gathering places like this, if not ten thousand in the wasteland, but this gathering place is the closest to Eternal Night City, so there is still a bit of order at all......" Kui Nan took the initiative to introduce Chen Jing, as if she had been to this place before.

"It's just for camping?" Chen Jing looked at the people who were gradually standing up around the campfire, and his tone of voice became a little vigilant, because he could feel that these people's eyes were not friendly.

"Camping, trading goods, anyway, there are all kinds of people here......

As Kui Nan spoke, he raised his middle finger at the middle-aged man who was looking at the door, opened the window and cursed.

"Look at me with this kind of cargo look again! I'll dig out your eyeballs and stuff you ......"

"Hold the breath down."

After Chen Bofu waited for the car to stop, he stood up, stretched comfortably, and began to greet Yan Que Kuinan.

"Whoever makes them realize that we are high-level old descendants will be slapped by me, do you hear?"

"What kind of bad taste is this...... Chen Jing said helplessly, "Grandpa, are you just waiting for these people to trouble us?" ”

"Not exactly."

Chen Bofu glanced at Chen Jing and said meaningfully.

"I just want you to see what kind of position the weak will be in in the wasteland......"

……

When he stepped out of the RV, Chen Jing was still a little nervous, after all, this was the first time he had personally stepped on the wasteland......

I have to say.

The touch on the ground was the same as he had imagined.

Hard, coarse.

No soil, all rocks.

When you step on those mosses, it feels soft and elastic, like a spring mattress.

"Dog's eyes look at people's low things......" Kui Nan followed Chen Jing's side, still glaring at the gatekeeper angrily.

It seems that it was because the other party's provocative eyes angered her, if Chen Jing hadn't dragged her and kept persuading, it is estimated that she would have to fight with that person as soon as she got out of the car.

The gatekeeper was a middle-aged man.

It looks no different from ordinary humans, but there is a faint smell of old people on his body, and judging by his breath, it should not be high...... At least it can't compare to Kui Nan.

At the behest of Chen Bofu.

Both Kui Nan and Yan Que suppressed their breath to the level of Sequence 1.

Chen Jing didn't need to be suppressed, because he was originally a little trash.

"It's been a long time since I've been to a place like this......"

Chen Bofu walked in front with his hands behind his back, completely ignoring the weird and provocative gazes of others, with a smile on his face, as leisurely as shopping.

"The smell here hasn't changed...... It seems like this is the smell of every gathering place......"

Hearing the old man say this, Chen Jing also subconsciously wrinkled his nose and sniffed, only to find that in addition to the fresh aroma of moss, there was also a faint aroma of stewed meat in the air......

The more he followed the old man deeper into the gathering place.

The more intense the aroma of meat that Chen Jing could smell.

It seems that a big banquet is taking place at this gathering place.

Most of the old people did not stay in their tents, but gathered around the campfire in the central square.

Over there.

There was a cauldron suspended by chains, and the smell of meat came from the cauldron that was steaming hot.

The chef in his apron sharpened his knife and argued with the people next to him.

"Say 2,000 SGD! Absolutely no discounts! Whoever bargains again, Lao Tzu will throw you all into the pot! ”

"Alright, hurry, we're all starving......"

Hearing the urging of others, the chef was also a little impatient, scolded and raised the kitchen knife, checked the blade in the firelight, and made sure that it was sharp enough before pinning it to his waist.

"What's in that pot? It smells quite fragrant......" Chen Jing asked curiously, his nose couldn't help but move, "It's a local specialty, right?" ”

Local specialities?

Chen Bofu glanced back at his good grandson.

He thought about it.

Then nodded.

"Sort of."

At that moment, the cook took two steps to the side, grasped the crank of the wooden frame next to him and began to shake, slowly lowering the huge iron pot.

Chen Jing couldn't help but take a few steps forward, leaning out of the crowd curiously and looking over there.

In the pot is milky white broth.

The fragrance is rich and refreshing.

Whenever huge bubbles roll up in the pot, some heads that have been cooked until the meat is crispy and the bones are rotten.

"Stewed Three Boys Soup! S$2,000 with soup and meat! ”

The chef picked up a huge spoon and stirred it in the pot, and began to shout impatiently.

"If you want to buy it, come here yourself! If you don't buy it, don't stop me from doing business! Ay! Say about you! If you don't buy it, get out! ”