Four Hundred and Seventy-Six, Please Stop Sending Mutton Steamed Buns

Finding Mr. Storyteller's house this time gave Ren Xiaosu a lot of gains. At least he realized what the old mobile phone he "picked up" was for, and he probably found some clues about Anjing Temple.

Ren Xiaosu returned to his own room, turned on the phone again, and after hesitating for a moment, he sent a text message to the other party: "Accept the mission."

He hesitated because he didn't know what he would face in the future after sending this text message, and this matter would bring changes to his life again.

On the other hand, the No. 67 barrier is quite far from the No. 61 barrier where he is currently, and there will be a long delay on the way to complete the task.

But this is the best way for him to find Wang Fugui and others now, right? With the strength of one person, it is really difficult to find someone in the vast crowd.

Maybe he can use Wang Shengzhi's power to tell Wang Shengzhi frankly, but Wang Shengzhi is very clear about his identity and Zhang Jinglin's attitude towards Ren Xiaosu, so there is no guarantee that the Wang family will not have other thoughts.

And Anjing Temple didn't know who he was, he was hiding in the dark, and there was still room for buffering everything.

Just as Ren Xiaosu let his thoughts fly, the old mobile phone lit up, and it was a text message from the other party: "The level of the mobile phone held has not reached the level standard, and the task cannot be accepted."

Ren Xiaosu was petrified at that time, and it was useless to think about it for a long time, and he was not allowed to accept this task at all...

He looked at the phone in his hand in disbelief. Could it be that the previous owner of this phone was a pig? The phone has been out for several years, why is it still a D-rank?

And you, Anjing Temple, are also interesting. You all know that I am a D-level, so why do you send me mass-level tasks?

Before he was finished getting angry, the other party sent another text message: Please stop sending mutton steamed buns.

Ren Xiaosu: "..."

All right, Ren Xiaosu has to continue to wait patiently.

Ren Xiaosu still went to the tavern every day. When the storyteller went, he listened to stories. When the storyteller didn't go, he just sat there and read. The small tavern gave Ren Xiaosu a library-like feel.

As for where the book came from... After all, he was also someone who had been to the library of Fortress No. 88. Of course, there is no reason to return empty-handed after entering Baoshan!

And now the 88 barrier has been broken,

Ren Xiaosu felt that he was helping mankind preserve a large part of their spiritual wealth.

Doesn't it mean that people in the Central Plains can get rich overnight when they discover the data in the laboratory? It shows that human beings still attach great importance to knowledge.

Of course, most of the materials in the laboratory are technologies that have been formed or are about to be formed. Once a consortium finds them, they can immediately open up new technical fields. Therefore, laboratory materials can be sold for money, but the books in Ren Xiaosu's hands may not be able to sell for sky-high prices.

Storyteller met Ren Xiaosu in the tavern after Ren Xiaosu's visit, and it was as if nothing had happened. Everyone kept silent in a tacit understanding.

On the contrary, it was the storyteller's granddaughter who became close to Ren Xiaosu. Sometimes when she went outside to inquire about the stories, she would come and tell Ren Xiaosu first, and then go to the storyteller.

This incident made the storyteller lose his temper, and he secretly hoped that this kid Ren Xiaosu would receive the task sooner, and then get out of here...

As the days passed, fewer and fewer people escaped from the Northwest Barrier. Those who should have escaped all escaped, and some of them who were too late to escape were simply liquidated by Fort 178.

Some refugees gathered together to block the gates of the 61 Barrier every day, saying that they would put forward their political demands to the Wang Consortium, and said that they were also prominent figures in the past, and the Wang Consortium could not treat them like this.

It's not that these refugees are stupid, but that they really have nothing to do.

Many of these refugees are family members, watching the family waiting to eat, all the things that should be sold are sold out.

So when I'm too hungry and can't do heavy work, I can only do this.

At first, the Wang consortium was unwilling to talk to them. After all, 90% of these people were former bureaucrats of the Zong family, and none of them knew technology.

Some people were originally engaged in technology, but their academics have long since been abandoned after they reached a high position, so they are useless to the Wang Consortium.

But later, the officer in charge of managing the market town of the Wang Consortium felt that it was nothing wrong for these people to block the gate every day, so he simply beat them up.

Now, the refugees are honest.

Some people started to do coolies, while others continued to think of crooked ways.

The refugees in Market Town No. 61 were happy. Seeing that these barrier people were not as good as they were, everyone thought it was a joke.

Some refugees even went to molest the family members of these bureaucrats. Although they didn't dare to do anything, they looked a little unsightly.

In the evening, Ren Xiaosu returned home after having dinner at the tavern. While he was reading a book, someone knocked on the door suddenly.

Ren Xiaosu went to open the door. When he opened the door, he was holding a black knife behind his back with one hand, and the nano-robots in his body were also about to move, ready to form an outer armor at any time.

But when he opened the door, he saw a beautiful middle-aged woman standing outside. She seemed to have washed her face specially, put on makeup hastily with the cosmetics they brought from the northwest, and changed into a beautiful cheongsam.

Ren Xiaosu asked calmly, "Is there something wrong?"

The woman said softly, "Can I go in and talk?"

"No," Ren Xiaosu refused.

The woman didn't expect that Ren Xiaosu would act like he didn't want to enter. She was a little anxious: "We all escaped from the northwest, and I came from barrier 146. Since we are all fellow villagers, can you let me Want some food instead?"

These days, among the refugees, Ren Xiaosu is probably the one who lives the most nourishing life. Of course, in the eyes of other refugees, Ren Xiaosu is a refugee, and he himself said so.

So when the other refugees found out that Ren Xiaosu's life was so good, they came up with his idea.

Ren Xiaosu raised his eyebrows: "What do you want in exchange?"

"Take me instead," the woman gritted her teeth and said, deliberately twisting her body so that Ren Xiaosu could see her legs under the slit of the cheongsam.

It has to be said that this woman is in good shape, Ren Xiaosu calmly said: "I advise you to go back and change this clothes, otherwise it will be quite dangerous when it gets dark."

With that said, Ren Xiaosu closed the door again with a bang.

A man's voice came from outside the door. He lowered his voice and asked, "What's the matter, isn't he tempted?"

The woman seemed a little humiliated in her heart, she said in a crying voice: "How can you send your wife off like this?"

"Then what's the use of me wanting you, are we all waiting to starve to death?" the man said angrily.