I swallowed and killed gods in a strange world

Chapter 223 You Give Too Much

After eating and drinking, Makino helped Jing Xiran clean up the table. Seeing Jing Xiran busy packing things in the tent, Makino couldn't help but think of himself when he was eating snacks in Kaisha County.

The Pope of the Dawn Church mentioned by Jing Xiran may be an additional option for him not to be able to contact Li Henshui.

Now that his physical condition is getting worse every day, if the Pope's sequence talent is really useful, I might be able to pay him a lot of money.

From what Jing Xiran said, it seems that the operation of Liming Church is not very smooth, and both parties can be happy if they can get what they need.

"Uncle, I've fixed it." Jing Xiran, who had packed everything up, stuffed his things into a big backpack and carried it on his back.

"Do you bring your own things back and forth between home and here every day?" Makino got up and tried to take the backpack on Jing Xiran's back. Seeing her small body being pressed by such a big backpack, Makino couldn't see it. .

"No, I'm used to it." While speaking, Jing Xiran tried to avoid sweeping his gaze over Makino's empty right arm.

Makino nodded and walked ahead of Jing Xiran to help her open the curtain of the tent.

Seeing Jing Xiran's relaxed expression, Makino breathed a sigh of relief, and asked doubtfully, "Is this tent just left like this?"

"This is not my tent," Jing Xiran said with a sneer, "This is rented."

"40 federal currency per day."

"40 yuan?" Makino repeated.

The two walked side by side, Jing Xiran's head couldn't even reach Makino's shoulder, and he looked very cute.

"Then you didn't lose a day's rent today?"

"Just for one day." Jing Xiran shook his head and said, "I have another source of income now."

Muye knew that what Jing Xiran was talking about was the room fee he borrowed from his house.

"After leaving this street, you will arrive at Wutong Street, the largest and most prosperous street in Dongxing City." Jing Xiran interrupted Muye's thoughts.

She pointed to the fork in the street under her feet.

"Because the street trees on both sides of the street are plane trees, this street is called Wutong Street." Jing Xiran explained.

Makino nodded and looked at the yellowed sycamore trees on both sides of the street. At a glance, the whole street was reflected under the yellowed leaves of the sycamore trees.

"There shouldn't be any love story here, right?" Makino looked at the sycamore trees lined up on both sides of the entire long street with a half-smile.

"Love story?" Jing Xiran looked at Makino suspiciously: "Because the sycamore tree is easy to grow here, probably."

The two walked into Wutong Street while talking.

Different from the bustle in the city that Muye saw last night, in Dongxing City during the day, apart from the small streets that looked like a market just now, there were not many passing vehicles on Wutong Avenue, and even fewer pedestrians.

As if seeing Makino's doubts, Jing Xiran explained, "Everyone has to work during the day."

"Ordinary people in this city starve to death if they don't work."

Makino frowned, as if he wouldn't starve to death if he didn't work elsewhere.

"Dongxing City is divided by Wutong Avenue, the west is the civilian area, and the east is where the rich live."

"I heard that people who live there don't have to work and won't starve to death." When Jing Xiran said this, his face was full of envy.

"It should be more prosperous over there now." Jing Xiran added.

"What large organizations or institutions are there in the city now, emmm, who is the manager of Dongxing City?" Muye suddenly asked a bunch of questions.

"The manager of the city." Jing Xiran walked down the sidewalk and stood in the middle of the road, pointing to the tallest building in the city.

Looking at the towering building, Jing Xiran said loudly, "The manager is in that building."

Makino looked in the direction Jing Xiran pointed at, and saw a sky-blue exterior wall full of glass, which seemed to be a huge building with a height of hundreds of floors, standing near the center of Dongxing City.

"The managers of Dongxing City are different every year."

Jing Xiran returned to Muye and said in a low voice: "There are powerful awakened people here, leaders of various organizations, and representatives of various companies, but there are no people from the federal government."

"Oh, by the way, a military academy of the Federation is located in the city."

"Isn't the military academy an institution under the federal government?" Makino was a little puzzled.

"The military academy basically doesn't care about things in the city, they are responsible for things outside the border hundreds of kilometers outside the city."

"I see." Makino nodded hesitantly.

Walking on Wutong Avenue for a while, except for some entertainment places with closed windows that seem to be open at night, there are almost no other restaurants such as restaurants.

Not even a supermarket.

Glancing at several pedestrians passing by, Makino's gaze once again rested on the silver steel arm of one of them.

"That's a prosthetic limb." Seeing Makino's doubts, Jing Xiran hastily introduced.

"Dongxing City is a city of freedom, but also a city of progress."

"The transformation of limbs has reached the level of civilian use. The existence of prosthetic limbs can make it easier for people to do physical work. After all, burning oil and using electricity is better than exerting strength."

"Only for this purpose?" Makino was surprised. He saw some people modifying their arms and bodies last night. He thought that these metal arms would have some fighting power.

"That's right." Jing Xiran nodded heavily: "Uncle, don't you think that this kind of prosthetic limb still has combat power?"

"That's what I think." Makino said. When he saw metal bodies like prosthetics, the images of people using prosthetics launching missiles through prosthetics immediately appeared in Makino's mind.

"Even if there is such a prosthetic limb with combat effectiveness, it is not within the reach of ordinary people."

"Freedom has always been a deception. No one can be really free."

"Then isn't this the capitalist's promotion of productivity upgrades, followed by secondary exploitation?" Makino smiled.

"It makes sense for you to say that." Jing Xiran agreed with Makino's thoughts very much.

"But these people who have modified prosthetic limbs can be qualified for the work of the Psionic Crystal Mine. After all, working there, the salary is much higher than that of ordinary people."

"Psionic Crystal Mine?" Makino's eyes lit up when he heard that, "Where is it?"

"Uh, no, did I mean that the wages over there are really high?"

Jing Xiran didn't notice Makino's crazy thoughts, and said as if there was something serious about it: "If you work there, basically you won't be able to work for many years, and you will always be young."

"Uncle, I don't think you are short of money."

"I didn't intend to take your money yesterday." Jing Xiran said seriously, "But you gave too much."

"Even if you go to a regular hotel for one night, it only costs 60 yuan, and even ordering other services is only 100 yuan. If you spend 100 yuan like you, you don't even bat an eye. Only those in the rich area people would do that.”

(End of this chapter)