After a good night's sleep, both body and mind were rested and full of energy, as if they were not the ones who had been busy all night last night.
It was just dawn, and at the prompt of the system alarm, the consciousness that had traveled through time returned to the body lying on the bed.
Wang Chengzhu got up and washed himself, materialized a piece of toasted black bread from his prop backpack, and boiled the cold well water on a small stove to make a breakfast.
After covering the courtyard door and locking it, Wang Chengzhu walked down the alley towards the street.
After turning on the map navigation guidance function of the system, Wang Chengzhu blended into the flow of people rushing to the morning market and walked towards Fangshi where the transportation station was located.
Although the rickshaw is convenient and labor-saving, it has been used more often. Looking at the back of the person in front of him struggling to move forward, the traveler who grew up under the red flag will inevitably feel guilty. Therefore, when the navigation suggested walking, Wang Chengzhu decisively chose to use his legs
Measure the city once under your feet.
"7.1 kilometers, the walking time is estimated to be 1 hour and 47 minutes. The most suitable route has been selected for you. There are 4 sections of hardened road along the way..." Listening to the synthesized electronic sound set by the navigation software in his mind, Wang Chengzhu quickly followed the directions.
past.
In the middle of the afternoon, Wang Chengzhu walked into the grocery store and selected a few daily necessities. After paying, he muttered a few words to the shopkeeper whom he had met once.
Half an hour later, in an alley across the street, Wang Chengzhu received a wax pill.
Turning around and leaving, Wang Chengzhu casually pinched open the wax seal in his pocket. After looking at the address of the goods yard, he looked for a notepad in the system view and put the paper into his mouth. He chewed it wet and swallowed it. When he turned the corner, he put it in his pocket.
The broken pieces of wax were thrown into a puddle of muddy soup.
I walked to a row of rickshaw pullers on the street, looked for a strange-looking master, and asked if I could go. After receiving a positive reply, I negotiated the price, stepped on my feet and sat on the rickshaw seat. I looked at the broad smile of the rickshaw puller.
He shrugged his shoulders and headed towards the warehouse area.
This chapter has been completed!