After dressing as a cannon fodder scumbag, I wash my whites

The pictures on the menu are full of color, fragrance and taste, which makes people particularly appetizing.

Paddy's specials are a little different from the outside dishes, like going to a beauty pageant, very fancy.

A few people had been busy all afternoon and were already very hungry, so they planned to have a big meal on the way here.

Just this price...

To be honest, very unfriendly.

"A bowl of fried rice costs 32 Paddy coins." Fang Ruiyuan touched the 500 yuan in his pocket, feeling very painful. "This boss is too good at business."

Among the six people, Fang Ruiyuan was already considered a wealthy family. At this price, the others would have to declare bankruptcy without eating a few meals.

These are all program routines. The harder the guest's life, the happier the audience will be.

Similarly, there will be more material in post-editing.

Mo Wenqiao only had one hundred Paddy coins in his hand, so he had to save some money. He searched through the menu and ordered the cheapest apple pie.

"Just a rainbow apple pie?" The waiter marked it.

A few other people also followed suit, and they all picked the cheapest one.

The crust of the apple pie is colorful. Although the colorful appearance makes people's eyes hurt, it tastes very good, sweet but not greasy, especially worthy of its price.

"Old Kang! Bring me a roast leg of lamb!"

There was a rough shout at the door, and a strong man walked in through the small door of the restaurant with his head bowed.

The owner of the restaurant responded, "Right away!"

The burly man was carrying a long fishing rod, and was wearing a gray sleeveless sweater. His trousers were rolled up to his calves, revealing a pair of strong, dark legs.

He stood the fishing rod by the door, wiped off the soil from his feet, and put the two large buckets by the counter.

The buckets are full of fish of different kinds, large and small, and they squeeze into the two buckets and bump into each other, splashing a few clusters of small water splashes from time to time.

"How's the harvest today?" The boss went to catch the fish in the bucket.

The strong man smiled all over his face: "Not bad, better than yesterday."

"It's really good, just put it here, I want your two barrels too, and I'll give you the money later."

"Okay, don't forget."

After the boss walked away, the waiter handed over a handkerchief.

The strong man is a frequent visitor here, and he whispered to the waiter while wiping his hands.

As he spoke, his gaze precisely landed on Mo Wenqiao and the others.

"You are new here."

The strong man walked over here.

From the moment he approached, an unspeakable fishy smell rushed towards his face, wrapped in the smell of green grass, and the food on the table instantly lost its color.

"I am Daqiang, and I live in a small stone house outside the city gate. If you need any help, you can come to me."

"What smell..." Wang Qiaoyun frowned and covered her nose, muttering softly, "It smells so bad."

The faces of the other people were also not very good. The smell on Daqiang's body was too pungent, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"Hey," Daqiang said with a simple and honest smile, "I usually go fishing outside, and the smell is a bit strong, don't mind hahaha."

Fang Ruiyuan's mind turned quickly: "Fishing? How much can this fish sell for?"

Daqiang saw that someone was interested in fishing, and he became more enthusiastic: "The prices of fish of different sizes and types are also different. For example, the smallest fangtooth fish only sells for [-] Paddy coins, but if you are lucky enough to transfer to tiger skin cyclops, That might sell for three hundred Paddys, the equivalent of ten fangtooths."

The recording of the program just started, the initial funds will not be used for long at all, Mo Wenqiao calculated in his mind, he just spent 25 Paddy coins for dinner, and it is estimated that there will be nothing left of the 100 yuan tomorrow.

Although fishing does not make a lot of money, it is indeed the easiest way to make money at the beginning.

Judging from the routine, Daqiang appeared in front of them at this time, and took the initiative to communicate with them and showed goodwill. It is very likely that this is also the best start specially prepared for them by the program group.

Similar to the SR that was sent at the beginning of the game, it was tasteless in the later stage, but it could be played in the early stage.

Mo Wenqiao had an idea: "Where can I buy this fishing rod?"

"Fishing rod, you have to find Uncle Wang who is the gatekeeper at the gate of the city. Only he can make it. There is nothing for sale in the city." Daqiang pointed in a direction: "You just need to bring wood to him and she will do it." Help you make a fishing rod."

"But you have to go to the lumberyard to cut the wood by yourself. I think you have small arms and legs, which is probably enough. If you can't cut it, come to me. I won't laugh at you, but I will charge you some money."

Ye Weiyan continued to ask: "Is there any other way to make money besides fishing?"

After getting the information he wanted, Mo Wenqiao didn't listen to their discussion, bid farewell to them and went back first.

He has already made plans for the whole day tomorrow.

After chopping wood in the morning to exchange fishing rods, I should be able to earn a lot of money by selling fish, at least I can guarantee food and drink first.

The small dilapidated wooden house is really not suitable for people to live in, especially now that it is summer, and there are a lot of mosquitoes at night.

"Buzzing" flying around, like a confident and flamboyant band, trying to attract the attention of the audience.

In order not to be bitten by mosquitoes, Mo Wenqiao huddled under the quilt.

There is no air conditioner in the room, only a very small fan, which is placed between several beds, and the wind blowing in is weaker than the air exhaled from the mouth.

It was hot, very hot, stuffy and hot.

Be sure to earn enough money as soon as possible to change to a place to live.

Mo Wenqiao was still awake, holding the mobile phone in his hand, and the chat interface with Gu Xie was displayed on the mobile phone.

In the past few days, he would contact Gu Xie every day. At the beginning, he sent several messages before Gu Xie replied, and the content of the reply was very brief.

Up to now, after a few days of perseverance, they have been able to chat normally.

congratulations.

Gu Xie: I just checked Weibo and heard that you were beaten.

It was rare for Gu Xie to take the initiative to send a message. He sent it this morning. At that time, he was still on his way to record the show.

Gu Xie was busy all day yesterday because of Ling An and Mo Wenqiao's affairs, and fell asleep after chatting casually with Mo Wenqiao at night.

When I woke up the next day and opened Weibo, I saw the news that Mo Wenqiao Airport was blocked.

There was also a video on that Weibo post, Mo Wenqiao was caught in the middle pitifully weak and helpless, Gu Xie frowned.

Out of unknown motives, he dug out Mo Wenqiao's WeChat and asked a question. When he opened the WeChat, he suddenly realized that Mo Wenqiao had been at the top of his chat history for two days.

There was no reply from the other side after sending the message, and it was only then that he remembered that Mo Wenqiao should be working at this time.

Gu Xie lay on the bed thinking for a long time, and she seemed to pay more and more inexplicable attention to Mo Wenqiao.

This sentiment is difficult to explain.

At least no one else has ever received such preferential treatment from him.

After much deliberation, Gu Xie attributed all this to the other party's outstanding appearance, such as those beautiful eyes that attracted him.

And this behavior of approaching him in a boring and clumsy way.

Mo Wenqiao is eight years younger than him, and he has always been very tolerant towards young children.

Yes, that's right, he just treats the other party as a child.

Mo Wenqiao didn't know that Gu Xie had classified him as a child in just one morning, and he was still working hard to let the other party take care of him.

He thought of a certain "green tea" quote that he came across while watching the short video a few days ago, and he heard that all men these days eat this.

Mo Wenqiao: It's okay, I just got hit a few times, just apply some medicine and it will be fine, don't worry, I don't hurt.

Mo Wenqiao thought for a while, and while the other people hadn't come back, he sat up and lifted the hem of his clothes, found a good angle and took a photo of the bruise on his waist.

It not only allowed the other party to see his injuries, but also revealed his delicate and flexible waist.

The photo went through several circles before being sent out.

The author has something to say: there is another chapter tonight (big love)