"Mr. Ren, then, let's see you in an hour and a half?"
At the gate of Xinghuo Town, Zheng Tian and others said goodbye to Ren Zhongyi, and felt deeply grateful for their good luck today.
I was lucky enough to be able to form a good relationship with a census officer who visited me privately while out hunting. It was so lucky.
"Go and come back" Ren Zhong put his hands in his pockets and walked straight forward along the main road leading directly to the center of the town.
This time he entrusted the trivial matter of selling Jingyi Ting to Zheng Tian's team.
As for the 10% tax, it doesn't matter.
He was going to talk to Sun Miao about a small target business worth at least 100 contribution points, so he had to leave enough time for negotiation.
A mere 0.08 leftover should be given up when it is time to give up. This is a matter of trade-offs.
By the way, Ren Zhong also planned to take the opportunity to observe the situation in the slums more closely. After all, there is a difference between watching things in a car and observing them up close.
When he first entered the town, he wandered around the town, but it was too late at that time, there were few new people on the street, and almost everyone was rushing to the centralized sleeping cabin, so he couldn't see much.
At this time, the time had advanced by another twenty minutes. Although most people had walked out of their respective shacks, there were still a few people who were delayed due to other things.
Ren Zhong walked all the way and looked carefully all the way.
He saw many details that he had never noticed before.
When watching from a distance, Ren Zhong only felt that people's faces were dull and lifeless.
But as he got closer, he discovered that in the seemingly chaotic eyes of these low-level desolate people, there was actually light shining from time to time.
Someone is asking around and asking if we need a night shift tonight.
Another person used a ladder to slide down a shack and collected payment for repairs from another person's makeshift watch.
Others were holding a crumpled book in their hands, standing under the eaves of a shed, lowering their heads and reading it carefully.
The man turned the pages of the book very carefully, as if it were an antique, for fear of breaking the pages if he moved too much.
Ren Zhong, who was slightly curious, quietly approached this rare scholar and glanced at it. On the cover was written "Spark Town Gunsmith's Survival Guide".
This person works very hard. In addition to studying in the sleeping space at night, he still never relaxes to study knowledge during the day.
He wants to change his destiny.
But as Ren Zhong knows, the employment situation in Xinghuo Town, which has almost no industries, is extremely pessimistic.
Regardless of whether it's suitable or not, Huangren's only choice is to go out and fight the beast.
"You brat, why are you still here? Go home and eat quickly, we have to go to the sleeping cabin early!"
An old woman yelled angrily from behind Ren Zhong.
When the young man who was reading in front heard this, he looked up anxiously and said, "Mom, go back first. I'll come back after reading this page."
Then the young man turned back and asked the shack behind him, "Brother Ding, can I lend the book home to read? I'll return it to you tomorrow."
A grumpy voice came from inside, "What are you thinking about? It means renting books, so you have to pay for it!"
Hearing this, the young man could only helplessly move towards his mother, who had already put her hands on her hips and tried to pull his ears, and begged with a grimace, "Five minutes, give me five more minutes!"
"Five minutes of shit!"
The mother and son got into a fight, and finally the middle-aged man in the room threatened that if he damaged the book, he would have to pay half of the contribution points, so the mother and son stopped.
The moment the young man raised his head, Ren Zhong actually recognized him.
It was the young man who had already had a double relationship with him, who promised to accept his mother's place, but secretly decided to leave the town.
Although the two of them had no agreement this time, Ren Zhong decided to ask for the boy's name.
The old lady put her hands on her hips and angrily scolded the young man, "I don't know what's the use of reading all day long. You're so weak and you still want to go out and make a living? Aren't you looking for death? You should listen to me and learn the art of mending clothes from me.
At least it’s safe and you can save a little money.”
But Ren Zhong knew the young man's plan and stepped forward to persuade him: "Hello, auntie, I think your child is quite motivated, so let him read a book."
The old lady looked back at Ren Zhong, who was an unfamiliar face. She rolled her eyes and said impatiently: "How can a gunsmith be so good? I'm dreaming! Just talk about buying money for guns and ammunition. Where can he find it?"
He hasn't started yet, and no scavenging team will want him. If he goes out alone and fights alone, he will die anyway. Why don't you meddle in other people's business like a dog? Go away, go away."
The boy was afraid that his mother would offend someone, so he awkwardly explained to Ren Zhong, "I'm sorry, sir, but my mother didn't... didn't mean that."
He had a heavy responsibility but was not angry. Looking at the old lady who looked almost like an old man, he suddenly felt curious and subconsciously asked: "By the way, aunt, how old are you this year?"
Old lady: "How much do I care about you..."
The young man covered the old lady's mouth and said, "My mother is thirty-eight this year. What can I do for you, sir?"
Ren Zhong was stunned, "Thirty-eight years old?! This...how is this possible!"
The old lady has silver hair, wrinkles on her face, and obvious age spots on her face. She must be at least seventy years old.
It’s possible to be so old!
Could it be premature aging?
Sun Miao cured her terminal cancer so easily. It is said that the medical technology in the world is very advanced.
Or is there something unique about progeria that cannot be cured?
Seeing his extremely shocked look, the young man and the old lady were frightened, thinking that they had accidentally exposed some secret.
After waiting for more than ten seconds, Ren Zhong recovered from the shock and suddenly asked: "By the way, do you know how old Mayor Ma Dafu is?"
The boy's mother subconsciously responded: "Mayor Ma should be forty-two-three this year, what's wrong?"
Ren Zhong fell silent.
The short and fat Ma Dafu also has a face full of wrinkles and is better maintained than the old lady, but he looks to be at least sixty-five years old.
As the chief official of a small town, Madafu's living material conditions should be superior, but his age and appearance are still disproportionate.
In 2019, China's National Health Commission announced that China's average life expectancy is 77.3 years, more than double that of 35 years in 1949.
But even in the devastated Anti-Japanese War era, people died prematurely due to famine, plague, war and other reasons. Not everyone will look like they are old at the age of forty.
This is unreasonable!
Human genes shouldn't be like this.
This is no longer an unreasonable social system, but a big problem with the physiological structure of human beings.
If Ren Zhong hadn't been targeted by hunters in the sleeping cabin last time and had already made up his mind to disguise himself, he might have been too shocked and exposed his identity as an "outsider" again.
After a long time, he smiled coquettishly, waved goodbye to the suspicious mother and son, and went straight to the Miaoshou Rejuvenation Clinic.
…
"Dr. Sun, please help me. I have terminal lymphoma, oh no, terminal stage. I only have a few days to live. Please."
In the Miaoshou Rejuvenation Clinic, Ren Zhong looked extremely pitiful and begged sincerely.
Sun Miao, who had just turned on the projector to watch a TV series, her pupils shrank sharply and was stunned on the spot.
These days, basic body cell abnormality-like symptoms simply cannot last long in the human body.
Usually, if I have a minor problem, I can cure it with some tricks, or even with the ultra-trace antibiotics that come with ordinary food.
Cancer cells have no chance to develop in the human body.
To cultivate a late-stage cancer patient in the natural environment of the human body, large medical institutions need to fine-tune the food rations of the "guinea pig" from the beginning and strictly control the types of common drugs taken, which consumes a lot of time and a lot of manpower and material resources.
When someone suddenly came up and said that he had terminal lymphoma, Sun Miao's mind was filled with a sense of unreality.
"Terminal stage? Are you kidding me? How terminal?"