Chapter 7 Are you arrogant? !
During this sleep, Zhang Cishun slept peacefully under the influence of the medicine, and it was rare that he did not have those messy and weird dreams.
When he woke up from his sleep, the sky outside was already dim.
Jing Shuo didn't know when he came back. When Zhang Cishun sat up, he also put down the tools in his hand and turned to look at him.
"Are you feeling better?"
Zhang Cishun touched his forehead and looked at his dashboard. The words 'Infection' and 'Low fever' in the status bar had disappeared, and 'Continuing deterioration' had changed to 'Healing'.
"Much better, the fever is gone."
"That's good."
In many cases, fever can also be fatal.
"During the day, I asked about what Cong Can said. It was nothing dangerous and could be done. It is said that the demonstration was initiated by a factory in Zhongcheng District. Something they developed was banned and destroyed. This demonstration Just to protest for this matter."
Zhang Cishun nodded after hearing this and did not say any words.
This is the first time he has heard of a parade since he came to this world. He is not sure whether the parade here is what he imagined in his mind, but since Jing Shuo said there is nothing dangerous to do, then go Give it a try.
After all, according to the price quoted by Black Doctor Congcan, that is an income of 800 credit points a day, which is considered a considerable income for most people in Xiacheng District.
But...according to Zhang Cishun's understanding of the world, is this so-called parade...really useful?
Do people in inner cities care about the demands and thoughts of the governed?
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the next two days, Zhang Cishun stayed at home quietly, using his second-level mechanical maintenance skills learned from Jing Shuo to repair components that still had repair value.
The wound on the hand healed very quickly. When I removed the gauze to check the injury at noon the next day, I found that the wound had basically scabbed over.
That afternoon, the weather began to turn cloudy, and then the rain came howling and falling.
The good news is that it's not a rainstorm, the bad news is - it's acid rain.
Because of the sudden acid rain, Jing Shuo came back earlier than usual. He didn't prepare a raincoat and was looking for death in the garbage dump while bathing in the acid rain.
"Hululu..."
Jing Shuo's washed hair was scattered on his forehead. His hands were holding a bowl filled with porridge cooked by Zhang Cishun.
Today's meal is not only porridge, but also a piece of bread.
The bread is very hard and must be soaked in porridge before it can be eaten properly.
Jing Shuo ate very seriously.
Zhang Cishun sat in front of the workbench, sorting the scrapped worthless parts according to material types.
This simple job will earn them a few more credits when recycling.
When Zhang Cishun finished all processing and arranged the tools neatly on the workbench, it was already night.
Jing Shuo did not take over Zhang Cishun's job as usual, because tomorrow...the two of them would go to the parade.
Acid rain pounded on the windows, crackling.
Zhang Cishun and Jing Shuo lay side by side on the small blanket, arms touching. Zhang Cishun could still clearly feel the chill that had not yet subsided from Jing Shuo's body.
Ice and cold.
Neither of them felt very sleepy, but neither had the desire to speak.
I don't know how much time passed, but Zhang Cishun, who had been in a state of clearing his mind, fell asleep quietly.
...
The route of the parade has been determined long ago. The route of the marchers in the Xiacheng District of Beicheng started from the Black Medical Center, followed the road into the Zhongcheng District and merged with the large group, and then stopped briefly on the three main roads in the Upper City District before entering. city.
The team will wander around the inner city. According to Cong Can, they are only responsible for filling heads during this parade, and other matters have nothing to do with them.
Zhang Cishun and Jing Shuo were wearing gray cloaks, their figures hidden under the hoods and large cloaks.
The people participating in the parade gathered in front of the hospital were basically dressed the same as them.
The morning sun was warm, but there was an unpleasant pungent smell in the air, which was the smell of acid rain.
The two of them were very inconspicuous in the team. In addition to the necessary food to satisfy their hunger, they each carried weapons under their cloaks.
At 7:30,
the procession officially started.
The clothes of the first few people walking in the front of the procession were obviously different from the clothes worn by people in the lower city. They were clean and tidy. The exposed face was also clean, and was very obviously different from the dusty faces of the people from the lower city who lived in various situations.
The board he held in his hand had several large characters written in red. Zhang
Cishun glanced at it before the team set off. It read: Technology is not guilty, only people make mistakes.
Zhang Cishun did not comment on this.
Jing Shuo didn't even care. Compared with these things that are far away from him, he cares more about whether the promised credits will be paid out in full on time after today's 'work' is over, rather than being withheld for various reasons.
On both sides of the road where they were marching, some people stood watching the excitement. They were noisy, and Zhang Cishun vaguely heard some mocking sounds.
He looked in the direction of the sound and saw that it was someone he didn't recognize. But they have skulls of various colors painted with spray paint on their bodies, which indicate their identity - Skull and Bones.
This is the largest group of forces in the Lower City District of Beicheng. They have many jobs on the surface - recycling garbage picked up by gold diggers, selling consumable materials, protection fees, and so on.
They are behind 70% of the activities in Beicheng Xiacheng District.
In addition to the work that is on the surface, there are also...shameful things.
People in Xiacheng District are very secretive about this.
What are they laughing at?
What are they mocking?
This question flashed through Zhang Cishun's mind, but obviously no one from the Skull and Bones Society would stand up and enthusiastically answer it for him.
"What's wrong?"
Jing Shuo noticed that Zhang Cishun's progress had slowed down and turned to look over.
After noticing Zhang Cishun's gaze, she looked in the direction of his gaze.
"Just a few gangsters from the Skull and Bones Society, let's go."
"Yeah."
Zhang Cishun looked away.
Xiacheng District is very large, and the building structure is chaotic. Many of the houses here today were repaired and built by the current residents after acid rain and hail destroyed the original buildings in Xiacheng District.
People in inner cities don't even care about their lives, so how can they care about whether their houses are in good condition?
The team is moving forward
On the way, you can see scattered people joining their team at other assembly points.
The number of people is constantly growing.
Zhang Cishun and Jing Shuo still maintained their habit of keeping themselves in the middle of the team, and always paying attention to the paths around them, so as not to be unable to escape quickly when an unexpected surprise comes.
The road conditions in Xiacheng District are never good, and with the acid rain that fell in the middle of the night last night, so many people in the parade were crowded on one road today, and the road under their feet soon turned into a quagmire.
But this arduous trek did not last long. When they passed through the gate and entered the land of Zhongcheng, the road under their feet became a concrete road.
Jing Shuo looked down at the road covered with muddy footprints. After rubbing his feet and feeling them, he suddenly said, "It's great."
Zhang Cishun didn't hear Jing Shuo's words because the surroundings were too noisy.
His eyes were now on both sides of the planned march.
The middle city area is much more regular than the lower city area, at least there are no shacks built in the narrow gap between two buildings. The mental outlook of the people living here is better than them.
But what made Zhang Cishun feel uncomfortable was that he saw obvious expressions of disgust and disgust on the faces of the people in the middle city who occasionally passed by.
"Are you so arrogant?"
When Zhang Cishun was struggling to survive in Xiacheng District, he didn't have the urge to curse as much as he does now.
But reason told him not to.
People in uniform uniforms were placed on duty every few meters on both sides of the concrete road. Zhang Cishun didn't know what they were doing at first.
Until there was a commotion at the front of the team.
He watched helplessly as a man in a cloak from the lower city squeezed out of the team in the blink of an eye and tried to get into the alleys of the middle city. However, as soon as he stood out from the team, the watchmen who had been vigilant took out their weapons in an instant. With just one blow from the stick hidden behind his back, the man fell to the ground.
A pool of blood oozed out and spread quickly.
"It turns out...there are weapons hidden behind them..."
(End of Chapter)