Mo Jian's heart moved and shouted to the outside: "A copy of the Iron Minute News!"

The newspaper boy immediately surrounded him, rolled up the newspaper and inserted it into the net bag at the top of the bamboo pole, and held it to the roof of the car.

Seeing the six or seven bamboo poles shaking in front of him, Mo Jian was a little hesitant. He looked at the thinnest one among the newspaper boys, pulled out the newspaper, and put a copper-dollar yellow banknote in his net pocket.

Several children's sighs came from the car at the same time, and they moved to other places on the roof of the car to shout.

Unclean suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that this choice was more difficult than taking the exam...

At this time, the car door had been closed, and the flow of people rushed to the second floor, rushing towards the few empty seats. Mo Jian had to take Uncle Mao back from the empty seat next to him and give up the empty seat.

A middle-aged Tang man covered in oil looked at Mo Jian and asked hesitantly: "Can you go inside a little? I'm afraid of getting your clothes dirty."

Seeing the middle-aged man's face full of apology, he laughed and said, "It's okay, don't worry!"

"The body is covered with paint, it's hard to wash if it's dirty!" The middle-aged man smiled bitterly, then he closed the corner of his clothes and sat down aside, for fear of touching a person and a cat in another seat...

Moqian praised the other party's quality, focused on the newspaper in his hand, turned to the last page, and looked for the content he wanted in a message full of recruitment notices and searching for people and things.

I just saw the end from the beginning, but I didn't find anything unusual...

The suspected time traveler named He Man did not leave any new messages!

Thinking about it, it was only a day after...Mo Cai spread the newspaper open and read other content.

"Nuclear energy triggers excitement! Factory strikes, school holidays, has the federal government compromised?"... The front page is still the original content, and there is nothing new, but the serialized horror novel "Tao Inn" is more attractive...

"Can you lend me one?" the painter next to him asked carefully.

"Of course..." Mo Cai had a good impression of this uncle. He left a picture he was watching and handed over the rest of the pages.

"Thank you! Thank you!" The middle-aged man kept thanking him, spreading the newspaper on his clothes, just enough to cover the oil on his body, while looking at his unpredictable clothes:

"Are you a college student?"

"I really envy you... I dropped out of school after I went to public primary school. I had no education and could only work as a worker. Fortunately, I could barely support my wife and children."

... Before he finished speaking, the tram suddenly started, and a woman next to the painter did not stand firmly and leaned directly against the painter.

The woman quickly stabilized her body, saw a faint piece of oil on her clothes, and said to the painter:

"You've got my clothes dirty!"

The tone is cold and with strong questions!

Unpredictable head-up...Europa woman, linen hair, white skin, carefully carved dark nails, long black woolen coat and brown fur collar...

He was looking at the middle-aged painter with disgust.

"Me?" The painter was stunned and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!".

"No, I'll pay for my clothes!" The woman raised her head and refused to give up: "My clothes are very expensive, they are from Dream Garnish brand!"

Unfamiliar with some associations with the value of clothes. Luo Sheng usually likes to wear clothes made of wool material the most - the long wool coat of dreamy yarn. It costs at least one gold yuan, which is enough for painters to work for more than four months without eating or drinking...

Sure enough, the painter was anxious and angry: "I didn't do this, you bumped into me!"

"You don't admit it yet! Call the police!" the woman shouted loudly, it seemed that she really wanted to tell the right or wrong.

"I can't afford to pay..." The painter was in a mess: "I still have work in the afternoon, and if I don't go, I will be fired by the boss."

The implication is that the Public Security Bureau will solve the problem, and it will probably be gone in half a day.

"I can't afford it!" The woman gently twitched the oil on her clothes with her fingers, twitched the corner of her mouth at the painter, and showed a little smile: "Then give me your seat, it's okay..."

The painter was stunned for a moment, without any hesitation, and quickly stuffed the newspaper back into his hand, said thank you in a hurry, got up and gave up his seat...

Alas...Mo Jian sighed in his heart.

The woman smiled with victory and did not say hello. She reached out and grabbed an unsealed newspaper and carefully wiped the painter's seat, for fear of leaving a trace...

"These dirty workers will never learn the gentlemanly demeanor..."

"This kind of transportation should only be open to the Europa nobles! I really don't understand why the tram is so low that it allows these poor people to get on the bus, making it messy... I'm really fed up!"

………

The moment the newspaper was robbed, spirituality had already flowed into the woman's body, so I saw the woman wiping the seat and hearing the other person's heart.

Noble... This does not exist in the federal government system. I turned my head in a doubt and looked at the woman, guessing where the other party's sense of superiority comes from.

The woman wiped the seat spotlessly, as if she had wiped off all the paint on it, and then sat on it with satisfaction...

I just don’t know if the twisting of my body was too large, and I farted.

Well... it was disgusting. Mo Qi quickly poked his head out of the window and glanced at the woman in the outskirts. He found that she was sitting upright in her seat and looking ahead as if nothing had happened.

This is really the double standard of the "noble" model...

"Hey!" Mo Jian was unhappy and shouted at the woman next to him.

The woman kept her chin raised and slowly turned her head, with no expression on her face, as if she was asking, "What do you want?"

Then, she heard Mo Jian say something calmly:

"Madam, you really have a noble style and love to be clean so much... After wiping for so long, you haven't forgotten to blow it?"

The unfamiliar voice was not loud, just enough for the people around to hear it. It took two seconds for the crowd who had been unhappy with the woman to come back from the unfamiliar words, and half of the carriage laughed into a ball.

The laughter made the woman nervous, and she could no longer maintain her "noble" demeanor, and her face turned red.

I wanted to retort unpredictable, but I found that I didn't know how to refute it.

I didn't find the point I was calling myself in Mochai's words...

It seems to be telling the truth?!

...

Uncle laughed and spread the remaining newspaper in his hand again...

You are pretending to be in your heart, I don’t think it’s a slap in the face, it’s not a big deal... I care about her!

The headache has disappeared anyway

...

After getting off the car, one person and one cat got off, he walked home along the lakeside road in the villa area.

"Uncle Cat!" Mo Qi sighed: "There is no aristocratic class in the federal government?"

"No, it was gone a few hundred years ago." Uncle Mao stroked his beard: "It's just that some rich people like to use nobles to show themselves, so that they can look a little more stylish."

"Like that woman, she just didn't know that the real wealthy people were in the car!"

Uncle Mao smiled and finally concluded: "It is just the development of technology that has allowed the poor and rich people who had no intersection to share the living space, so all kinds of contradictions arise...such as trams."

"Is that true..." Mo Jian nodded without comment.

When I got home, Mo Cai heated up a burger, Uncle Mao ate some cat food, and then took a nap.

The lunch break in Rodinia is considered a nap. Because the day is long, there is enough four hours of rest at noon. After waking up, the old cat is still in bed, as if there is nothing else to do except sleep during the day...

The key is that he can still sleep as usual at night!

Mo Cai remembered that he should have called Luo Sheng and told her that she had gone home... In the past, Luo Sheng would drive him to pick him up home, which is why the original owner had not stayed at school.

I recalled how to use the old-fashioned phone, turned the shake handle, charged the phone, and then picked up the microphone directly.

A busy tone, the phone number is answered:

"Hello! This is the Requan City Telephone Bureau Connection Station. Where do you want to connect?"

The sound is a bit sweet...

Telephone Bureau Connection Station, this is the initial version of the telephone customer service. Mo Cai pondered for a moment: "No need to connect, just leave a message, tell Ms. Luo from Xinyu Psychological Counseling Clinic that Mr. Mo has already returned home and doesn't need to pick it up."

"Okay!" A sweet female voice came from the microphone and the phone hung up.

Seeing that it was still early, Mo Jian rushed to the kitchen to prepare supper.

Seeing that there was a good-quality pork belly in the "refrigerator", I was so happy that I cut the pork belly into small pieces, boiled it in water, and then washed it.

Find a pottery jar from the kitchen utensils, and put pork belly, soy sauce, green onion, ginger, garlic, pepper, fine salt, and other seasonings in the proportions they are in your impression, then cover the jar, adjust the gas to a minimum, leaving only tiny flames, and finally sit on the jar.

The method of making stewed meat in the jar is the easiest, but it tastes the most enjoyable…

Thinking that the stewed meat must be served with rice, Mochai washed two bowls of rice and prepared to make some rice when Luo Sheng was about to come home. There was no rice cooker in this world, so it had to be cooked with rice.

There are still four hours before Luo Sheng goes home. The stewed meat is just right and the rice is just right, perfect!

Mo Cai gave himself a big thumbs up in his heart.

Maybe because of my life alone before traveling through time, Mo Cai still likes to make some delicious food to reward myself, so he has developed a good home-cooked meal. But now, cooking is just to kill time and... aftertaste.

While waiting for the meal to be ready, Mo Jian went to the second floor to draw a book "The Ten Traps of Psychology" from his study and returned to his room to read it.

Before I knew it, the rich aroma of meat came vaguely...

"Meow~ It smells so good!" Uncle Cat woke up from his sleep and asked with his head up.

"Of course..." Mo Jie, who was lying on the bed, looked at the wall clock on the wall and smiled: "I can try my skills tonight."

As soon as he finished speaking, a spiritual fluctuation that seemed to be there and there was no such thing suddenly appeared. Uncle Cat's body suddenly stiffened, and his ears suddenly stood up, as if he was listening to something.

"What's wrong?" Mo Cai also felt the spirituality of Uncle Cat.

It took about ten seconds, and Uncle Mao turned his head and said solemnly: "Captain, contact me, there is a task tonight."

"Oh...what to contact you? The spiritual fluctuations just now?" Unpredictable.

The old cat did not answer the unfamiliar question, but said directly: "The captain said, you have to go together, and do a favor!"

"Me?" Moqian was stunned.
Chapter completed!