May you be happy and prosperous

At this moment, the previous downpour had stopped.

When the crowd came out from under the eaves sheltering from the rain, this bustling street gradually returned to its previous noisy state—there was a unique smell of urban soil after the heavy rain washed in the air, mixed with the smell of steel and concrete The kind of son... This taste is not different from 500 years ago. Lu Twelve thought that he had found a sense of belonging. , and said sincerely after blinking: "I'm not crazy."

"Okay, you're not." The kid replied sympathetically.

"..."

For some reason, Lu Twelve had the urge to beat someone up.

After staring at each other for a while, Lu Twelve and the others solemnly performed the first and most important step of social etiquette 500 years later: self-introduction.

He learned that the little ghost in front of him at this time was called Saier. He was an orphan who made a living by wandering on the street. Why couldn't he beg?Because 500 years later, the templates of the entire continent will be integrated, and the economy will take off. Every city will have a government department that provides help to the impoverished human beings. They call it a "rescue station", which will provide a broken bed, A roof that doesn't leak, and a free lunch that won't make people starve to death every day - when the basic living conditions are guaranteed, the homeless must accept some simple jobs assigned to them by the relief station , while making contributions to society, also in exchange for some extra meager remuneration.

Therefore, in this harmonious society, begging is an illegal thing. If you are caught, it will be recorded in the file as a stain. There is a black history in the file. There are not many types of jobs that the relief station can provide. There will be less choice.

Lu Twelve conjectures that Saier's ancestors probably have Russian ancestry, and judging from his appearance, it can be seen that he is at least a bit compatible with that side - of course this is also Lu Twelve's guess, because for people in 2515, " The existence of countries like "Russia" means what cavemen are to human beings in 2015-accurately, it means nothing.

Passing through the crowds, I returned to the dark alley. Except for the wild dogs that came out to browse after the heavy rain, there was still no one in the dark alley. The black-haired young man drove away and gnawed by the trash can A wild dog eating an expired can, lifted the hard paper shell that was supposed to be on his body—at this moment, the hard paper shell was soaked in water and was already wet.

When Lu Twelve reached out to grope under the cardboard shell, he heard Saier say behind him: "You can be kind to the stray dogs, because you will find that we are as pitiful as they are—I will take you to the rescue in a while. Station, where we're going to do the same behavior as they do now to feed ourselves, by the way, at least, you always have an ID card, right?"

"No."

As Lu Twelve was talking, his eyes suddenly lit up as if he had touched something. He dragged out a heavy metal can from under the cardboard shell and behind the trash can. The can was quite worn out. and it is seriously deformed, and I can barely see the blue and red spray paint that I used to have on it...

"You don't have an ID card?" Purcell asked again.

"What is that? Is it an ID card?" Lu Twelve asked absently while weighing the jar in his hand—years of experience told him that what he had in his hand at the moment was probably a can of milk powder, or Cow's milk powder, or goat's milk powder—reminiscent of the last scene he saw before he was reborn, the thing that hit his stomach so hard that he almost peed out, he speculated that it was probably a can of goat's milk powder, pet The kind used.

Purcell stood with his hips on the ground behind the black-haired young man who was squatting on the ground and didn't know what he was doing, and raised his chin: "It's probably something like an ID card, oops, you don't have an ID card? That's a black household? Then I take it back." If so, you are not as miserable as those wild dogs, you are a little bit worse than them."

Worse than wild dogs?

That was really miserable.

"Oh, what should I do?" Lu Twelfth asked very calmly, touched his pocket, and found that he did not bring his wallet with him, nor did he have a mobile phone-this shows that anyone who can prove his birth, origin, He didn't have any evidence of nationality or specific identity. He hugged the heavy goat milk powder in his arms and licked his dry lower lip, "Will I be arrested?"

"Will do."

"Is the police station in charge?"

"They'll beat you up before they think about giving you something to eat."

"How's the food?" Lu Twelve held the goat milk powder like a baby in one hand, and continued to dig and dig behind the trash can and under the cardboard cover with the other hand, "If you are beaten up until your nose is bruised and your face is swollen, it's just If you throw me a piece of dry bread, it's better not to suffer the beating, it seems a bit worthless?"

"Dry bread? Are you drunk? I'm almost told you are drunk. I actually heard the term 'dry bread' from a black homeless man without an ID card. You think you are a runaway royal family." Is it a prince, and a royal prince who is tired of eating bread? ——A bottle of C and other green physical nutrition supplements is already considered a good treatment. If you are lucky, there may be red nutrition supplements such as C in the supermarket that are about to expire, but Don’t get your hopes up too much. Generally, if there is such a good product, the government will send it to the rescue station... If you are unlucky, for black households like you who have never made social contributions, the police station may only provide artificially synthesized ones. Nutrition powder, I will give you a glass of tap water at most."

"Nutritionals? It's not impolite for me to put on a surprised expression after a while, right? So, 500 years from now, the earth will be so pitiful that you won't even have bread to eat?"

As Lu Twelve was talking, he suddenly felt that he had touched the edge of something. He squeezed it in, and then used two fingers to take out a wet and dirty book from the gap, flipping through it. Come over and take a look, um, a fold-eared cat is staring at him through the cover, and the cute cat has the title of the book on its head——

"Healthy Recipe Matching, Make Your Cat People More Elegant".

Turning to the first page, it introduces the molar sticks for pets. The ingredients needed to make the molar sticks are written on it, such as low-gluten flour, goat milk powder, eggs, etc., and the baking temperature and baking time required for making the molar sticks are listed below. The best time and state, as well as some detailed manufacturing process guidance on joints, "..."

He closed the book with a snap.

Lu Twelve knew this book.

Before he bid farewell to the earth 500 years ago and was bombarded to 2515, the last scene he saw on the earth in 2015 was the cute fold-eared cat staring at the camera on the cover of this book.

A can of goat milk powder and a pet food book, these are the only two things that follower Lu Twelve has crossed the 2015-year time track from 500 to 2515.

Lu Twelve felt that he must have done something evil in his previous life——

Wait a moment.

The black-haired young men narrowed their eyes slightly as if remembering something. He rolled up the pet diet book in his hand and stuffed it into his loose trousers pocket, and moved the milk powder can under his left armpit to his right. Turning around, he lowered his head and looked seriously at Sale, who was squatting behind his butt and chattering with him about "how troublesome it is without an ID card", interrupted him and asked, "Now on this planet Above, is there only nutrient solution left that can be eaten?"

"It's basically like this. The products of nature have become very scarce. Fresh vegetables and grains are exclusively for the royal family or nobles."

"...Grains? That includes flour, rice, etc.? What about eggs?"

"Before I was born, it was still available in the high-end market, but I heard that it has not been sold in these years, because animals can only drink nutrient solution, so it is no longer produced."

"Where's the milk? Where's the goat's milk?"

"Same, there are synthetic ones, but the taste is a bit strange, and it's also very expensive-I haven't tried it, I just heard what others said."

"Oh."

The black-haired young man nodded, and hugged the can of milk powder in his arms even tighter—at this time, Sale seemed to have finally noticed that he was still holding such a round thing in his arms, and tiptoed curiously He kicked his feet and asked, "What's in your arms?"

"This?" Lu Twelve looked down, "Maybe it's the hope of survival?"

"...I thought your madness could be alleviated a little after the conversation just now."

"Really? It's a pity that I have given up treatment."

Lu Twelve said with a smile, and the two walked out of the alley together again. Saier asked him if he had any money on him. After seeing Lu Twelve take out an inexplicable silver coin that didn't look like pure silver, He shook his head with a disgusted expression. The combined money of the two people, one big and one small, was not enough to take the public suspension rail alone, so they had no choice but to take the "11" road and walk to the distance on their two legs. The aid station closest to the street, where Sale had a bed.

"However, you need to use an ID card to register for food and beds. If you don't have one, it's best to go to the police station to get a replacement first, and say that yours is lost—put away your set from 500 years ago, thank you, otherwise they I will considerately take you to the hospital—after getting the ID card, I will return to the aid station."

"What about my stuff?"

"Put it in the rescue station first. I have a locked cabinet there. It is very safe. It is impossible for anyone to steal or ask about the contents of the personal belongings box. Privacy is absolutely respected."

On the way to the aid station to put things away, Sale roughly told Lu Twelve about the basic common sense of life in 2515-in fact, there is not much to say, because this society is always composed of human beings as the main body. So in fact, the essential changes are not that big... Lu Twelfth raised a question about what happened to the huddled animals that appeared on the big screen. Sale's answer was quite simple and rude: "Phantom beasts, normal beasts People can’t afford it, but once you raise it, you can take it to a fighting competition, and the money comes quickly.”

In one sentence, when Lu Twelve heard it, only the second half of the sentence was left in his mind: the money came quickly (marked with bold and black emphasis symbols).

Under the premise of being legal and not violating moral principles, he likes all behaviors that can "get money quickly".

At this time, they had already arrived at the entrance of the aid station. The environment of the aid station was much better than what Lu Twelve had imagined. There were four bunks in one room, with separate bathrooms and toilets, and a public kitchen with ovens, microwave ovens, electric stoves, etc. All cooking equipment, because there are actually not so many homeless people these days, so many rooms are not filled, for example, Sale lives alone.

They stored the tattered tin can in Sale’s cabinet like a baby, and they went to apply for an ID card belonging to 2515—in fact, it was a machine that recorded the owner’s fingerprints, iris And three photos of the front, left side, and right side with ears and eyebrows exposed.

Press it again, and you can see that the ID card records the social contribution value of the ID card owner-Sell reminded Lu Twelve that the social contribution value does not go with the police file, that is, if he loses himself ID card, his social contribution value will be cleared at the same time, and he will become a newcomer who can be bullied just like other citizens of the Middle Ages who have just qualified to receive an ID card.

"Just like you are now."

"..."

"You will quickly understand what I mean by the so-called 'worse than a wild dog'."

"I know that money is justice."

"...that makes sense," Saier said, suddenly stopped, and stretched out his hand to Lu Twelve with a solemn expression, "Then, congratulations on becoming a legal citizen of the Middle Ancient Continent. From today on, you Will have a place in 2515, I wish you the future... er, prosperity? Greatness? Long life?"

"Wish you prosperity and wealth."

"Oh, yes, Gong Xi Fa Cai."

The little devil shook hands with the black-haired young man, then retracted his hands in unanimous agreement, and put them back into their respective pockets. Side by side, they wobbled from the police station to the aid station—at this moment, The moon in 2515 was extraordinarily round, leaving the noisy central neighborhood, and the surrounding area was also extraordinarily quiet. The dim moonlight dragged the shadows of the two of them long.

……

"Hey, kid, where should I get a phantom beast?"

"That thing is so precious. You may not be able to keep it alive if you buy an egg and hatch it, and you may not be able to guarantee that it will help you fight if you raise it. But it's quite easy to want an egg."

"Ok?"

"First, you sell a kidney..."

"..."