Cross the collapsing iron and rebuild Yaliluo

On the outskirts of Barlow Town, there is a station lightly covered by yellow sand.

Aunt Boer was holding a vacuum cleaner and sucking hard at the yellow sand.

The whining sound of the engine sucked the yellow sand into the relay station, and then sprayed it into the open space more than ten meters away from the station.

An old man who was shoveling sand next to her spat.

"Bah, bah."

"Why is it all filled with sand? When I opened my mouth to speak, I blew a mouthful of sand."

"In this damn weather, I'm full of sand!"

Aunt Boer, who had wrapped a towel around her mouth, glanced at him helplessly.

"Go find a rag to cover it, otherwise you will never be able to blow the sand out of your mouth for the rest of your life!"

"Besides, the sand dunes shift direction and cover up our station. Isn't this a common thing? It happens dozens of times a year. You should have become accustomed to it."

The uncle nodded silently.

"Yeah, we should have gotten used to it a long time ago."

After finishing his sentence, he sprayed a few more times and continued to shovel the sand vigorously.

They knew exactly when the sand dune would come.

If it were a natural sand dune, of course they wouldn't know when it was coming.

But these are not natural sand dunes, but man-made.

As a mirror city, City No. 7 must carry out regular heat dissipation work if it wants to maintain the green ecological environment in the city.

The heat dissipation in City No. 7 is naturally directed to the deserts on the left and right.

The heat dissipation vent at the bottom of the mirror wall usually operates silently, but the weekly heat dissipation gives City No. 7 time to cool down by a few degrees. The hot wind and waves will continue to push towards the desert, causing man-made sand dune shifts.

And this wind that lasts all afternoon will slowly pass to the town of Barrow, causing the sand dunes to slowly shift and flood the ground of the station.

In order to maintain the green ecological environment in City No. 7, they have to dissipate heat.

As for the small town and people's livelihood outside City No. 7, what does it have to do with them?

Dozens of people in the convoy worked together, and it took two hours to barely clear the station.

Aunt Boer took a look at her personal terminal, got into her car first, and shouted to the people sweeping the floor.

"Let's go into town to pick up the goods!"

"You all come today, there will be a lot of stuff."

A young man below laughed.

"Auntie, how many things can we have? Normally our convoy can't even fill a quarter of it. Most of it is nutritional supplements."

He didn't say the second half of the sentence.

Running in such a mighty manner, but if the goods are insufficient and people cannot make a profit, who will bear the energy costs on the road?

Aunt Boer ignored him and continued to shout.

"Everyone! Get in the car immediately and go to City No. 7 to pick up the goods!"

"quick!"

Her second repetition made everyone around her realize that she was not joking.

There really is so much cargo that they need to transport.

Everyone got into the car happily, followed Aunt Boer's car, opened a group chat, and discussed how to deal with this batch of goods.

"Oh, among so many goods, there will always be nutritional supplements in addition to the twelve classic styles and flavors, right?"

“I’ve been drinking these twelve flavors for decades, and I’m already tired of them!”

"Hey, are you still thinking about new flavors of free nutritional supplements?"

“Even if it’s just a little extra!”

"I want to change two clothes for my family, and then get a mechanical prosthetic eye for myself. Recently, I always feel that I can see unknown small black shadows floating in front of my eyes, and they can follow the movements of my eyeballs. I suspect that this is the mechanical eye now. The prosthetic eye is malfunctioning.”

"Uncle Gallup, have you ever considered..."

"What have you considered? Don't be so pretentious, tell me directly!"

"Have you ever considered that there is something wrong with the eye you didn't replace, such as floaters?"

"Hiss - when you say that, it's really possible!"

Different from the joy of everyone behind, Aunt Boer, the leader of the motorcade, looked calm, but there was a slight wave in her eyes.

The screen of the mobile phone on the seat next to her was still on.

Letter from: Carl.

Content of the letter: Aunt Boer, I purchased a batch of supplies in City No. 7. I believe everyone in Barlow Town can use them. Remember to give a share to my grandfather and tell him not to fight with other people casually. He Too old to win a fight.

I'm studying in the city, which is pretty good. The teacher lent me the money, so don't worry about it.

Here are the supplies I ordered:…

The two dense lists of supplies made Aunt Boer a little dizzy.

But compared to the dizziness caused by the supplies, her heart was like a wave of waves, and her thoughts were surging.

Carl's grandfather passed away a few years ago.

Of course Aunt Bell knew.

The content of this letter is definitely not as simple as it seems on the surface.

Carl must have meant something else.

The supplies must have been purchased, after all, such a detailed list was attached.

It implies that the location of the information must be related to his grandfather.

His grandfather is a sensible person, how could he fight with others casually?

Even in fights, his grandfather was a good fighter when he was young, otherwise how could he survive that battle.

I'm afraid this is not talking about his grandfather, but something else...

What does this grandfather refer to?

It's a town...

Or are they the forces within City No. 7...

Aunt Boer didn't figure it out until the car stopped at the station above City No. 7.

But after she got off the car, she saw a lot more supplies than before, and a smile finally appeared on her face.

If you don't understand anything else, just put it away first, and handle this batch of materials properly first.

Sell ​​a small part of it and hoard most of it, especially the extra nutrients and water. These are good things that must be kept during the war.

Although she didn't know whether there would be a war next, she couldn't understand what Karl was implying and always needed to prepare for the worst.

In the Longlun Gang Tavern, Erica stood at the bar bartending drinks.

The difference from the past is that she is no longer dressed in a clear girlish dress, but in a professional bartender uniform.

Under the gaze of Old Beard, she skillfully picked up the shaker, tilted it slightly, and poured the crystal clear ice cubes into it, making a crisp and sweet sound.

Then she slowly poured the pink base wine into the shaker pot, and slowly added several different colors of wine.

Under the yellowish light, in the transparent shaker pot, different wine colors interweave charming colors.

Her gaze is firm and focused, as if she is performing a sacred artistic creation.

Not long after, Erica poured the prepared cocktail into an exquisite wine glass and added two slices of lemon for decoration.

Old Beard, who had been waiting for a long time, couldn't wait to take it and sang lightly.

"Okay, it tastes pretty good, but the combination is average."

"From today on, you are the boss of the Longlun Gang, and I will listen to you."

"But I would rather retire, haha..."

Old Beard put down his wine glass and walked to the toilet.

Erica had the right to think about it for a long time, but she didn't feel anything special. She just picked up the wine she had just mixed and took a sip from the other side of the glass.

"Bah, it's so painful."