Chapter 59 Beijing Yuan and Transportation

Jingyuan stayed in the supermarket for another hour. During this hour, he continued to draw pictures to calm Xiao Yun'er's emotions and let her understand that although he left, he would come back.

He drew the sunrise and sunset, and agreed to come back to her with gifts after the sun set and rose twice.

If the date were changed, it would be the day after tomorrow, and he would come again.

Xiao Yun'er didn't stop him anymore, but when he left carrying the rice, Xiao Yun'er kept standing by the door, looking at his back.

Jingyuan could feel the line of sight, but he had to leave. The sun had already dropped to a quarter of the distance from the horizon, and it would be dark in less than four hours.

He returned to No. 707, Building 3, Shili Sunshine, to sort out supplies and cleaned out many things, such as toothbrushes, towels, toiletries such as soap, kitchen knives, kitchen utensils such as pots and bowls, clothes racks, stainless steel pots, and stew pots.

The things were so complicated and messy that he couldn't take them all away, and there was no need to take some things with him.

In short, apart from books, he only brought two toothbrushes, four bars of soap, two bottles of shampoo and three dry towels.

Instead, he found a very special gadget. He had seen it on the first day. It was a glass bottle the size of an oral liquid. There was a skull logo on the wall of the bottle. It was left by the macho big brother.

He placed the small bottle in front of him, hesitating whether to take it away.

The pitch black viscous substance in the bottle spawned several thick or thin threads, which adhered to the inner wall of the bottle like spider silk, looking like some kind of dangerous virus.

He held the bottle and could even feel the unknown substance inside moving, as if it were alive.

He thought that as a big man, the macho man must have a reason for carrying such a dangerous-looking thing with him, but he didn't know exactly what this thing was.

Since it has a skull on it, it goes without saying that it must be a dangerous item.

He thought for a moment, left the bottle in 707, and placed it on the coffee table.

If this thing is really useful, just pick it up again in the future. There is no need to take it away. If you accidentally break the glass bottle, who knows what will happen.

He does not get any benefits, but will bear many unknown risks.

After finishing sorting, he began to carry rice, putting a bag in the basket of his bicycle and tying another bag with a hemp rope to the front bumper.

Rear seat. Well, this is a mountain bike without a rear seat. The travel bag could have been filled with one or two bags, but the bag was already full of books and there was no extra space.

On the first trip, he only brought two bags of rice.

He set off on his bicycle and arrived at the gas station on Xiuhu Avenue at 3:46. He moved all his things onto the agricultural tricycle and emptied his travel bag.

There were three trips back and forth, the second trip carried four bags of rice, and the third trip carried three bags.

On the third trip, there was still some space left in the travel bag, so he went to Sanwei Bookstore again and packed a few books.

I would really like to find some books related to professional knowledge, such as books on auto repair and agriculture, but Sanwei Bookstore is a stationery store after all, and its customers are mainly high school and junior high school students.

Almost no students would buy that kind of books and read them. Studying on weekdays is already very hard and tiring. Who wants to make trouble for themselves in their spare time?

Even if I really want to say that I love learning, I will not read this type of book that is not helpful for test scores.

High school students in this world are very similar to him in high school. They are busy studying all day long and have no time to take care of their hobbies.

It can be seen from the pile of old books that most of them are exercise books, tutorial books and test papers, accounting for about two-thirds of the total number of books. Of the remaining one-third, half are classics and half

It's a magazine, either for quizzes or for leisure and entertainment.

Those exercises and tutorials are meaningless to Jingyuan, and he doesn't take exams.

After picking up some books he was interested in, he left some empty space and filled them with 10 notebooks, 10 water-based pens and 3 boxes of refills.

A good memory is not as good as a bad pen. When you count the supplies in the future, you can use a special account book to record them.

Another way is to write the plan on paper in advance, for example, record the areas where the shelter is insufficient, and cross it out if you want to improve it.

Regarding the habits of mutated creatures, he was going to compile something like an illustrated book.

The mutated python, the deformed goldfish monster at the gas station, and Xiao Yun'er, he wanted to write down all the detailed information he observed.

After doing research and summary, you will have a reference object when you encounter the same type of mutated creatures.

At the same time, he plans to write a diary regularly. If he unfortunately dies in this city one day, at least there will be a diary to prove that he has lived.

When he moved all the rice onto the agricultural tricycle, it was already past six in the afternoon, and the clear sky became a little gloomy, as if it was going to rain again.

He quickly started the engine and drove the agricultural three-wheeler towards the southern suburbs villa area carrying diesel, rice and books.

Not so lucky, it started to rain halfway through.

It wasn't raining heavily, but the path was a bit muddy due to water, and there was no rain shelter. His upper body was also soaked.

He didn't care about being soaked in the rain, but those books and notebooks were ruined if they were soaked in water. They were already old and yellow, and some were even covered in mold. It would take at least twenty minutes to get indoors.

After soaking in water for twenty minutes, even if the paper is not soaked, it will become wrinkled and the writing will be unclear.

He could only stop first, put all the books into the travel bag, put the shoulder straps on his back, hunched over, protected the bag on his belly, and used his body to protect them from the rain.

It rained continuously, the air was cold and humid, and muddy water was carried by the tires and splashed onto the body of the agricultural three-wheeler.

He prayed that water would not enter the engine. If this old tricycle broke down, he would not be able to find a place to repair it.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the drizzle of rain fell with the wind, hitting the puddles and creating circles of waves.

The gate of the villa area finally appeared in front of him. He vaguely saw the wooden stick he had inserted at the door of his new home yesterday, and he felt a little better.

Although this two-story independent small foreign-style building still looks desolate, it is his home.

He parked the agricultural tricycle in the garage, quickly opened the door of the house, and poured out all the books in the travel bag.

As soon as Xiaobai saw him coming back, he circled around his feet.

Jingyuan didn't have time to fool around with it, so he carried the dry firewood he chopped down last night into the house. After looking around, he couldn't find any furniture suitable for use as a brazier, so he went to the door, hollowed out the large flowerpot filled with mud, and placed it in the house.

In the middle of the living room, light a fire.

Even if he used his body to block the rain, these books and notebooks were more or less soaked by the rain.

He carried all the low stools in the room to the fire pit and circled them, opened the pages of the book, spread them out on the stools, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

These books and notebooks were finally saved, and the efforts were not in vain.
Chapter completed!