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l resources cannot be given up until you go back!

With the dagger stuck in the belt around his waist, an empty wine bottle in his right hand, and the rest of the things put into his backpack, Wei Xiaobei carefully opened the door and walked into the outside world.
A gust of autumn wind blew by, rolling up several dead leaves on the ground. A chill came over, making Wei Xiaobei tremble slightly.
After a while, Wei Xiaobei smiled, feeling a little too nervous.
After walking around the flower bed, Wei Xiaobei stood at the courtyard gate.
This is the urban-rural fringe of Cuihu City. As the city continues to expand and the economy becomes more active, farmers here have also found ways to increase their income. Converting their farmyards into rental houses can be considered a fortune. Considerable income.
White-collar workers, gray-collar workers, and blue-collar workers who are struggling to survive in the city are coveting the cheap rent and renting houses here. The price they pay is that they have to get up an hour or an hour and a half early every day, eating pancakes and soy milk while squeezing in Take the bus or subway to work.
In fact, situations like this are not uncommon in major cities across the country.
Because of this, the situation outside the courtyard gate can be imagined. There are such small farmyards on both sides of a three-height earth road, and scattered garbage can be seen everywhere on the road.
There was no one around, and some of the courtyard walls had partially collapsed, looking extremely dilapidated, which immediately made Wei Xiaobei’s heart become even colder.
Fortunately, Wei Xiaobei was mentally prepared before this, so he didn’t despair.
Wei Xiaobei leaned against the courtyard wall and walked forward cautiously. He remembered that there was a small shop not far ahead. Although it sold fake and inferior food and water such as Nianshifu and Farmer Sanquan, it could at least make people drink. Quench your own hunger and thirst.
Not far away, a facade appeared in front of Wei Xiaobei. The sign on it was half broken, and only the words “Fat Auntie’s Commissary” remained.
Half of the aluminum alloy rolling shutter door disappeared, leaving just a gap for entry and exit.
Wei Xiaobei lowered his body and got into the canteen.
The light in the canteen was extremely dim. Wei Xiaobei lit the lighter, and a little yellow flame made the inside of the canteen a little brighter.
Wei Xiaobei opened his eyes wide and searched.
Most of the things here were rotten and moldy. After a lot of hard work, Wei Xiaobei finally found two boxes of mineral water and a box of compressed biscuits produced in an unknown place.
As for whether the mineral water was still drinkable, Wei Xiaobei, whose throat was almost burning with thirst, could not care less. He opened a bottle of mineral water and drank it.
Comfortable! Cool!
/After drinking most of the bottle of mineral water in one breath, Wei Xiaobei felt extremely happy.
What is happiness?
It’s when you need something most, and after a lot of