Nan Ci also looked in the direction where the man was waving, and there was a row of rickshaws parked there.
As the man waved, the person first in line pulled his car and ran towards this side.
This kind of rickshaw is very similar to the old rickshaw, but the material is different, and the people pulling the rickshaw are dressed differently from before.
But despite the differences, it is still a rickshaw.
Looking at this rickshaw, Nan Ci felt even weirder.
"Beauty, don't worry, he pulls the cart quickly and steadily. It won't take long to get you to your place."
Hearing the man's words, Nan Ci blinked, suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, and got into the car with the old Taoist priest.
After sitting down, Nan Ci looked at the man, "Are you running to follow me?"
"Yes! Beauty, don't worry, I can run fast."
Nan Ci nodded, "That's OK! By the way, what's your name?"
Nan Ci was looking at the coachman with less than envious eyes. When he heard what the coachman said, he smiled and cursed, "He's done it! After such a trip and earning such a small amount of steamed buns, it's not enough for him to have fun secretly."
Sorry, he even kicked his nose and face."
Just as I was thinking about it, I heard Nan Ci say, "Money is useful now, and some people care about luxury goods or jewelry, so gold doesn't have much purchasing power.
Although Yang Rong did not have that suspicion in his mind, Yang Rong did not hesitate to ask Nan Ci.
It’s always possible to give food, right?
Zhang Cheng placed the steamed buns heavily on the coachman's hand, "It's troublesome."
The plaque is made of wood and the font is in regular script, giving it a simple and old feel.
Zhang Cheng looked at Xiang Nan Ci, "How do you pay for eating out there?"
Just like what Yang Rong introduced, there are eight small characters "Sichuan Flavor Ju" written under the plaque below the store.
If you eat there, you cannot pay with gold, nor can you exchange it with grain.
Although there are some fine and large stone particles below, it is generally harmful to Xiaoya.
The driver clasped his hands together and tightly covered the buns in his palms, "It's trouble, it's trouble! Now I want to use the car. Let Nan Ci greet you at any time. I'll be there on call."
The skin of the steamed buns is not white and yellow, it is hard, and you can almost smell some fragrance.
Before the raw grain is cooked with water and cooked, it is only seven taels.
Obviously, both of them are very greedy for that steamed bun.
Regardless of the specifications or architectural style, the base seemed to have been built in a hurry.
Although both are seven taels, the seven taels of raw grain and cooked grain are basically the same thing.
Could it be that the outside world exists after the end of the world?
But when I turned around to look at Zhang Cheng, my back bent up again.
A moment ago, Zhang Cheng took out his hand, and now he was holding a cold mixed-noodle bun.
"Beautiful man, don't let him know anything about me.
The driver did not reach out to pick it up immediately, but rubbed his hands under his body again and again, blew on it with his mouth, and then reached out his hand excitedly.
Although the shop door behind us is closed, standing at the door, you can vaguely smell the spicy smell wafting from outside.
Hearing what I said, Zhang Cheng was also talking nonsense. He walked around to the old Taoist priest, opened my backpack a crack, stretched out a hand and stepped away.
Just by looking at us, you can tell that our physical fitness is far superior to that of people of our race.
Ten minutes ago, the rickshaw stopped.
Zhang Cheng let the two people's reactions be seen in his eyes, but he just pretended that he didn't see them and handed the steamed buns to the coachman calmly.
But Zhang Cheng vaguely saw that as you took out the steamed buns, Nan Ci and the driver's eyes straightened, and they swallowed a mouthful of saliva at the same time.
Along the way, Zhang Cheng was not idle at all, always observing the surrounding environment.
From that aspect, of course raw food is more cost-effective.
As soon as the car stopped, Nan Ci ran over from the front.
Just like a city after the apocalypse, those big stores have a wide variety of products and a dazzling array of products.
Sitting under the car, there is no bumpy feeling.
"As long as you are familiar with it!" Nan Ci smiled, his attitude became more respectful, and his back was bent a little more.
"Seven taels of grain."
The driver pulling the cart and Nan Ci were both running wildly, but there was no trace of sweat on their faces, and even their faces were only slightly red.
On the contrary, it seems to have been carefully planned and carefully constructed.
Is there a currency system anymore, but is it back to the era of barter?
Nan Ci looked ecstatic and nodded, "Bad, bad, bad! The handsome man is worried. If you know what you mean and mean what you say, you will ensure that he understands that base in the shortest possible time."
When Nan Ci introduced, Zhang Cheng also looked up at the store's sign.
Nan Ci laughed and cursed and drove the driver away.
Hearing Nan Ci's answer, Zhang Cheng was not satisfied.
"Yes, yes, you are wrong."
After knowing how to pay the bill, Zhang Chengcheng was so determined that he pushed the door open and walked out. At the same time, he forgot to greet Nan Ci, "Let's go, let's go back and take a look. During the meal, you still need him to tell you something."
The situation at the base."
There are only a few customers outside almost every big store. You can tell whether the business is bad or not, but at most it looks very classy and full of fireworks.
The roads in the city are not asphalt roads, but compacted dirt roads.
He looked at the Sichuan style house, which had an upright appearance and a very lackluster decoration. Of course, that was the most important thing.
Hearing Zhang Cheng's answer, Nan Ci just curled his lips and did not judge too much about the meaning of his words.
Yang Rong glanced at Nan Ci lightly, "How much is the fare?"
It’s just a name, how do you distinguish between high and low?
When it comes to grain, look at the type and quality of the grain. The bad quality is one to one, the bad quality is one to seven or one to eight is one to seven."
"My name is Zhang Cheng." Zhang Cheng replied with a smile, "It's a cheap name, it's easy to make a living."
There are no facades on both sides of the street, just stores.
Seeing that Nan Ci was silent, Zhang Cheng didn't say anything more. He just patted the cart driver on the shoulder and signaled that he could leave.
Before the end of the world, it was directly converted into a base?
There was still a smile on Nan Ci's face, "Beautiful man, look at it, how can we pay the fare?"
When talking to the car, Yang Rong's back is straight.
The streets in the city are smooth and stable, and the road surface is narrow and wide.
"Who cares whether he is wrong or not, just leave him quickly and don't delay the beautiful man's affairs."
The most important thing is that the old chefs in that restaurant are all local people from Sichuan and Chongqing. They have been cooking for decades since they were teenagers. It is definitely an authentic old Sichuan and Chongqing flavor." p>
Those who distinguish between high and low are always just humans.
"Raw or cooked?"
From the smell, I knew that the chef's skills were indeed wrong.
Just like what Zhang Cheng said, this driver pulled the cart very fast and very steadily.
But after thinking about it carelessly, I feel it makes sense.
