Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

Chapter 31 Snow White Hormones
Wanyan Street is a small street in the north area of ​​the hub station.

The gang that runs it is also not large.

Late at night, only two members of the entire gang stood vigil at the entrance of Wanyan Street.

The two of them wore black scarves on their heads, which was regarded as uniform clothing.

If one person were not holding a short sword and the other person was holding a hunting crossbow, they would look like ordinary residents.

They sat around the fire. Beyond the light of the fire was darkness. In fact, they couldn't see anything clearly.

Fortunately, the entrance to Wanyan Street is not very big. The two gang members sitting here have blocked most of the passage.

"Why do you think there are 30 days in a month?"

"It was decided by our ancestors."

"What is an ancestor?"

"Your parents' parents' parents."

"What are parents?"

"..."

The two chatted incessantly, and most of the time they were yawning profusely and not very nervous.

Anyway, they know that their duty is just to drive away wild animals or refugees when they find them approaching.

If you really encounter a problem that cannot be solved, you will sound the alarm bell made of a copper basin to wake up the entire gang and the residents of the neighborhood.

Then just turn around and run away.

There was no wind in the silent night, and the fire flickered.

Neither of them noticed such a black shadow passing behind them and flashing into Wanyan Street.

There was only half a body of space left for passage, and the black shadow almost brushed against the back of one of them.

[Stealth 18 (Basic)]

The black shadow is Lu Meng.

Although the night was dark, he could still see the surrounding environment clearly with the help of his perception ability and a little starlight.

There is probably a video with a resolution of 240p.

Wanyan Street is indeed a long street, with hundreds of homes lined on both sides, with a dirt road in the middle.

Entering from the entrance, there are shacks built by residents on both sides. They look skewed and crumbling, but in fact they may have stood like this for many years.

Further down the road is a house rebuilt from the ruins of the remaining buildings, which is sturdier and more decent.

These houses often do not belong to a particular family. The people who live here are just tenants, and the rent is collected by the gang.

But if you can afford this money, you can be considered a high-class person on Wanyan Street.

Further away is the gang camp that manages Wanyan Street, and Lu Meng stops here.

This is actually the first time Lu Meng has come to this kind of residential area.

In fact, the living environment on the streets is not necessarily comparable to living alone in the wilderness. There are no reliable sanitation facilities. A group of humans live together, and all kinds of domestic garbage and excrement are piled up on the spot. Even if there are gangs organizing residents to clean up regularly, there is still pollution in the air. There is still a faint odor.

But there is only one thing, being able to live on the street is already a hundred times better than the wilderness.

That is security.

If we don't live together, the wild cannot support so many people.

Lu Meng quickly found the Xing family's house, because even compared to long-term rental houses, their house was pretty good and not difficult to find.

He got close to the door lock, avoiding the iron lock head, took out a dagger, inserted it into the wooden door bolt and stirred it. There was a muffled sound, and the door lock fell.

Lu Meng caught the lock and didn't let it fall to the ground.

[Life Skills: Lockpicking 8→9 (Getting Started)]

With his unlocking skill level, it would take at least half the night to open the door lock intact, but there was no need to worry about destructive unlocking.

Anyway, no one from this family will come to hold him accountable again.

Lu Meng pushed open the door and entered as if entering his own home.

He ran first to several rooms that looked like bedrooms.

The first two rooms yielded nothing.

In the third master bedroom, which looked like the eldest brother of the Xing family, he finally dug out several large bunches of coins under the quilt.

There was still yellowed and hardened cotton wool on it.

"It seems that these three brothers are indeed working together." Lu Meng weighed it and knew that there were about five thousand Kai coins without counting.

Even though the second eldest son of the Xing family is the most powerful, he has no private wealth of his own and can safely leave it to the eldest brother for safekeeping.

Coming out of the bedroom, Lu Meng searched a few more times, but only found some daily necessities.

Lu Meng frowned.

"If these things were placed three months ago, I would still be able to use them..."

But now he doesn't need these second-hand items used by old men.He went to the last small room.

When he pushed the door open, it was actually locked.

Lu Meng instead had hope: "There is a chance."

Repeating the same trick, he used the dagger he carried to pick the door lock and pushed the door open.

There is a wooden box in front of him, and three wooden barrels are stacked on top of it.

Lu Meng's nose twitched, and he could tell that besides the smell of dust, there was a fragrance in the air.

He opened the lid of the barrel. The room was dark. He only knew that there was a full barrel, but he could not see what was inside.

Twist it with your hands again, and you will find a soft powder with a somewhat astringent and grainy feel.

Lu Meng's eyes lit up: "It's actually flour."

Although he is not a naturalist, he mainly relies on the memory in the game to identify objects in this world.

But this feeling is still very familiar to him. After all, it is a very popular ingredient.

"I didn't expect them to eat quite well."

It is impossible to cook with pure flour every time, but even if it is mixed with grains, it can effectively improve the taste and energy supply.

Although Lu Meng had previously solved the "staple food" problem by relying on cassava, in his mind, besides rice and noodles, how could anything else be considered a staple food?
Dessert at most.

It is not easy to get rice and flour at the hub station, not to mention that the flour looks finely ground.

Although it is not the rice he eats most often, he is quite satisfied with it.

When I opened several other wooden barrels, I found that they were all the same flour. Because the barrels were tightly hooped and the hub was dry, the flour had not become moldy or spoiled.

The barrel is too big to be carried around.Lu Meng found a ladle and prepared to scoop the flour into his cloth bag.

"There is one box left..."

Just when he was about to see what good things there were, his keen sense suddenly made him hear strange noises on the street outside.

It was two people walking side by side, whispering.

Because this storage room was just outside the street, separated only by a wall, Lu Meng could vaguely hear their voices.

One of them has a female voice.

"Sir...here it is."

"Well," the female voice responded, "What about Xing Laoer...?"

"Oh, don't worry, I won't do this... The status of the Xing family... If you can't trust me, you can..."

The man's voice gradually became lower, but Lu Meng almost understood.

They were coming to the Xing family's residence, probably for the same purpose as themselves.

He only had to walk a few more steps and he would come to the door where he had broken the lock.

Lu Meng remembered that the Xing family's bedroom had several windows that were away from the street. It must have been the escape route arranged by the Xing family brothers for themselves.

Do you want to avoid it first?
Streets where gangs are present are no place for people to find themselves.

It’s just that I can’t take these large pieces of flour with me.

Lu Meng glanced at these barrels of snow-white and slightly yellow flour. They seemed to exude hormonal temptation.

Suddenly, he heard a word clearly in the conversation between the two.

……

The woman was in her early twenties, wearing a smart and close-fitting hunting suit. She was walking and playing with her bare breasts in her hands.

The man next to her looked at her cold side face and thought she was not interested in the Xing family's property, and was anxious to assure her of the gains from this trip.

Who would have thought that she was actually secretly happy in her heart.

I thought that going out on a mission would be a hard job, but I didn't expect that there would be unexpected gains.

She was not like the other two silly men who really went to find that useless scavenger. Not to mention looking for a needle in a haystack, even if they really caught him, what would happen? It was just to get a little reward from the Lord, and there was no money to be made.

So as soon as she went out, she went straight to a few relatively prosperous streets, asking about some wealthy homes along the way, and took advantage of the opportunity to take action.

People like her who are about to be promoted to warriors need financial resources and food supplements the most.

If you can become a warrior, even if you don't complete the mission, can't find the scavenger, and just go back empty-handed, you can still be reused by your master.

Why not?
Every time she succeeded, she would move to the next street, and the local gang could not find her whereabouts, and eventually nothing happened.

And as long as no one is left alive, let alone someone coming to take revenge.

It's just that she won't touch those who are similar to her in strength.

I happened to learn from this man that one of the Xing family had been exterminated recently. Compared with the ordinary residents before, it was said that one of the Xing family members was also about to be promoted to a warrior like her. Their family must have a lot of savings. , enough to make her excited.

The news hasn't spread yet, doesn't this just give me an advantage?
She knows the old saying:
Tell God not to take it, but to use mugwort instead.

In a blink of an eye they were at the door.

(End of this chapter)