Warm water, steaming vegetable gardens, and armed security guards.
This seems slightly unusual.
But this is everyday life in Utopia.
We need to pick every vegetable by ourselves; we have heard of automatic harvesters, but they are a bit expensive and require a few engineers to wait on them. No, there is nothing wrong with that!
The person talking to Gwen was a fat woman in her fifties, with a heavy body, brown hair with faint traces of hair loss, and a pair of short dog ears with scars. She chattered without concealing it.
He looked at Gwen's hair with envy, and stared at Coral who was curiously looking at the front desk of the vegetable garden train with an expression of undisguised jealousy towards women.
Notice the look on her face.
Coral smiled charmingly at her, holding her face cutely with her slender fingers wrapped in translucent blue, her fingertips vaguely covering her lower lip.
The overly cute actions sunk the heavy Ron woman.
She quickly looked at Gwen, unwilling to be tempted again.
But every now and then I peek at the coral.
Boss lady, you can hire a temporary engineer. And the automatic harvester is a very safe thing. You don’t have to go out to harvest or rush to make a trip. Gwen said.
The middle-aged fat woman touched the third layer of her chin and was quite moved: There is such a service.
Of course, there are a lot of convenient services in this world now. These are all business opportunities, you know. Gwen changed her words. Business opportunities mean that something has a surplus. If something is profitable, it is natural for someone to do it.
This is true. The fat woman has recognized this, what else do you want?
If you want to convince such vulgar people, you must talk from a vulgar point of view. Gwen will not say that this was the result of Long Yan's suggestion at the Great Train Captains' Council a year ago that the regional engineer of the equipment should maintain the train at fixed points.
The proposal, from the perspective of profit, actually makes this kind of people approve.
I have to admit that Curse Blade's speaking skills practice is very useful. Gwen somewhat admires this bitch.
Let's have some more pollet, pickled radish, some bean sprouts... Well, some mixed fruits too.
Poleh is the favorite food of Utopians... The grass is close to the seaweed salad in the previous life, and the recipe is exactly the same. It is a sour appetizer. A small plate of Poleh salad, plus bacon, is the favorite appetizer of Utopia people.
, pickled radish as well. Bean sprouts are rare in Utopia, and this garden train is one of the rare trains that has saplings planted there.
As for fruit blending, a large number of collected fruits are packaged in blind boxes and shipped over. Since they have been contaminated, they are cheaper.
Cat lights have unique processing methods.
Okay, I'll pick out some big, plump and moist ones for you! Fat Rongen woman said this.
With a strange smile on her face, she rushed to the container car at the rear with a penguin-like walking posture. After a while, loud yelling and shouting came from the car, as well as the sound of cardboard boxes and the crackling of paper.
Fruits and vegetables in the wilderness of Utopia, even from vegetable gardens like this, will produce a lot of radiation. Although the people of Utopia have evolved radiation resistance, necessary protection is still required, and accidents may occur if they are eaten in the stomach.
So we still have to look for ways and means of purification.
Gwen looked helpless, turned her head and heard the sound of Coral covering her mouth and laughing.
This was someone teasing me.
There's nothing he can do about it, he's so handsome and juicy. In Utopia, this kind of boy is the most dangerous. Not only are bad women but also bad men like him. On the contrary, Coral's appearance, which has completely become a female competitor, is safer.
Gwen took out the ticket bag and looked at the price tag that read "Poler...military use, two hundred pounds; bean sprouts...military use, one hundred pounds...," which were other items affected by the witch.
One piece of evidence. The witch's unified measurement is calculated in witch's pound. The witch's pound is not an imperial pound. It is a simpler and more crude way of measuring weight. One pound is one kilogram. He counted the money and clearly counted the tickets.
come out.
You gave me ten more coins, Coral said.
Gwen asked visibly.
Coral held out her chest like a proud puppy
The same twisted waist: I used to be a Utopian!
real
Don’t you think I’m an original minion of the Eternals?
Gwen said: This is a tip... It's hard to believe that such a beautiful person like you can be born in an environment like this in Utopia.
Thank you~ Coral's final voice dragged out until he stopped with a gasp.
What did this person do to make Gwen remain silent?
The selected vegetables and fruits are packed in crates covered with radiation-isolating paper. As the landlady said, the fruits she personally selected are indeed as plump as she is, and they look quite good. If it were not for the worry about radiation
, Gwen wanted to eat some on the spot.
After paying the money, Gwen and Coral returned to the car holding the crate as the other party happily and cordially said "Come next time!"
Next time I come back, I will only pass by this place three times this year, so it will be at least four months before I can come back again. And by then, maybe this place will be destroyed due to an accident... But it is unlikely, after all, this place has been in business for a long time.
, if you are equipped with a brand new automatic harvester, there will definitely be no problems.
...
After buying the groceries, Artyom threw down his cigarette and stepped on it twice with his heavy military boots.
These are all dishes that go well with rice. Ah Qiao, we imported a lot of rice through Maodeng, so we can eat happily this time.
White Bear Shad's bear ears were constantly twitching, showing his excitement.
Artyom exhaled: Will there be risotto?
Yes. I taught the chef how to make it. Gwen answered expressionlessly, because he knew some people would say weird things.
As expected, Coral laughed beside her, Zoe is really a good wife and mother.
Gwen looked at Annali who was snickering, and immediately rushed forward with a combo of "You can only trust me," We are brothers, we are sisters, we are tired of logging, and turned Annali, who was smiling happily, back on the spot.
He made Sima's face, and finally made a compulsive compensation by saying that he would make delicious risotto for Annali.
After watching Gwen's inhumane bullying, Artyom helped tie the crate to the roof of the car. Because the loot and other vegetables he bought earlier had already filled the storage area of the car, additional installation was necessary at this time.
Baby.
Gwen looked at this situation and frowned: Can your car still hold a servant?
Um
The unique sign of anger among truck drivers appears in Artyom. You can say that he drives slowly, or even that he uses high beams, but you cannot say that his car is loaded! No! Under!, even if you still
My car can fit ten people into it.
He said solemnly and seriously: Now that the goods have been doubled, I can take them and all of you back to the Sniper Cat, but you have to pay me double the fuel cost.
Is there somewhere else to go?
Then Cady Gwen said the name of the blue-haired shadow demon. She also went hunting today and called a shadow cat lantern to tell me that she was lost.
Even Long Yan knows how busy Gwen's shadow is, because through Gwen's shadow, the cat lanterns can freely shuttle and deliver messages. In the tone of the cat lanterns: You are the signal tower!
Even if you ignore it deliberately, you will inevitably hear it as a strange and strange thing.
I don’t know why the Cat Lantern race.
No matter how honest a cat is, he will occasionally say some weird words.
Including today: Blue Fur has tried his best, Meow!
Gwen replied: She was trying to find the way.
Mao Deng said in surprise: Of course not, Meow, he is trying so hard to find the cat, it’s really amazing!
Look, this is the face of Cat Lantern.
But fortunately, it was reliable. The cat lamp actually gave Gwen an exact address information. Even Gwen, who didn't know the way, could understand the address information of that level under XX. To avoid letting go
Gwen had the miracle of crossing the desert of death and then crossing it vertically.
Artyom looked at the address, nodded, and said only that word:
boarding.
Ever since Gwen gave him a new car as compensation, his self-confidence has increased dramatically every day.
His car used to be like an 86, fast.
Today's cars are like Mercedes-Benz. No matter how fast the 86 is, it can't catch up with his uncle's Mercedes-Benz. Naturally, Artyom's mentality when driving a Mercedes-Benz has gradually entered the mentality of an uncle.
...
Finding your way in Utopia is fun but not funny.
A large number of strange stories, a large number of monsters, and various superstitious factors have led to the saying in Utopia that "if you are not strong enough, don't be a long-distance driver."
But the beautiful and weird natural scenery along the way also makes people feel happy.
Following the road signs, we arrived at a dilapidated and abandoned city-style village.
Utopians have the dream of settling on the earth. Generation after generation they have tried hard, but the results have not been good. These villages like villages are proof of the stubbornness left at that time. There are still maroon traces smeared on the ruined walls, telling the story of their experiences.
The tragic years.
Entering along the walled city, the blue-haired shadow demon was sitting on the body of a bull-headed demon, with the chainsaw inserted next to it, and a large number of blood-stained jewelry placed in front of the body.
She waved to the car.
After Gwen got out of the car, she came up to her and complained:
It's been an unlucky week. I'm so busy in the car and I still have to be busy here. Helen can't be used, but Ani is still trying her best.
The red-haired succubus is trying its best to use its collection of little ghost words and magic power to make the precious vegetables in the greenhouse thrive. It is a succubus who works hard, and the results are still there.
Hard work goes to those who can, my dear Miss Cady.
Okay, okay. Cady snorted, I am indeed quite happy anyway.
This is generally the case for the inhabitants of the abyss.
Clean up the city and clear out these demons. To be honest, sometimes I really can't understand the deep and indiscernible intentions of the things you ask me to do.
Is it difficult?
Gwen didn't say that, but stretched out her hand to rub the blue-haired shadow demon's head, and comforted him in his unclear eyes:
Because if someone seizes the position in this place, it may have an impact on a train's route. Therefore, before trains such as the Lao Xiangren pass through these places, they will issue a commission to clean up these places suitable for ambush.
This is true.
But the more important reason is to disperse the three demons.
Ani was watched by Mihira and Sparkle, while Helen was watched by Miss Mammoth and Miss Red Dog.
Since Long Yan really launched a search operation to catch the murderer, everything must be carried out according to serious rules. Surveillance is indispensable. All the actions of the blue-haired shadow demon today were covered by a hidden shadow cat lantern.
Just ask Mao Deng to see if this guy has contacted anyone from the Mind Flayer Cult.
To Gwen's satisfaction, the blue-haired shadow demon was indeed a competent mercenary, without any hesitation at all.
If you say clean up the devil, clean up the devil.
There was no pity at all for being of the same race. Perhaps this was the inherent cruelty of the devil, but Shadow Demon Cady only did what he should do, which satisfied Gwen.
It can barely be summed up as "can be trusted," among the entries.
...
How influential is a cult?
Specifically, a religious order can be equated to a super corporation.
The most outstanding ones in this field are naturally the March Order and the False Sea Order, which have truly achieved:
Employees read textbooks written by them, eat food from their restaurants and food processing plants, drink wine brewed by them, and play games designed by them. The cars they use to go to work are produced by them, the bowls they eat with are made by them, and the property rights of the workplace are owned by them.
It's theirs. The true meaning is that even the toilet paper you use to poop is made by them. Therefore, the Sea of Illusion and the March Order are behemoths that even the authorities cannot bring down.
What about the Order of the Mind Flayers?
Although it is a little inferior, it calls itself a sect and does not go to March and Xuhaihai to worship at the dock. This shows how powerful it is.
At least among the fellows, 40% of the daily necessities used by people are related to the Mind Flayer Cult.
This is why Gwen and Curse Blade didn't want to take care of this matter at first, and were prepared to let the Mind Flayer Order be slowly and peacefully replaced by the Cleric Order.
Through ideas, thoughts, and the fact that the Mind Flayer itself no longer supports the past operating model of the Order, the Order of the Mind Flayer will be automatically split up.
A behemoth that dominates 40% of the daily necessities market for fellow villagers is certainly scary, but as long as it is broken into more than a dozen pieces, it becomes fat meat that everyone can take a bite of.
But it's clear that the dream of peacefully splitting up the Mind Flayer Order has come to nothing.
Maybe...
It was precisely because they sensed the destructive power of the Cleric Order that the Mind Seizing Order got mixed up with the minions of the Eternal Ones, initiating destruction and final madness.
If it succeeds, Long Yan will be held accountable, his influence will be limited to the fellow villagers, and he will no longer be able to restrict the Heart Seizing Order outside the fellow villagers through a large number of diplomatic means. At the same time, through such a war, sufficient cohesion will be gained.
In the end, he even shouted the slogan "The reason why the mind flayer doesn't favor us must be because the mind flayer has a sycophant around him."
If you fail, you will fall down in one breath, causing the following to fellow villagers:
The effect of [Death Rattle. Economic Crisis].
But Long Yan just wants to fight, there is nothing he can do.
If Gwen doesn't follow, he can simply be defined as an enemy.
Then we have to catch the mole first, and we must not have any flaws, otherwise in the face of this kind of influence, I am afraid that someone will find out the color of my underwear before I officially take action.
It's not just good people who can ask Mao Deng for information.
