Chapter 1: Jianbing's Transcendence
On a summer day, the road was scorching hot. Yang Feng carried a small stool and sat on the side of the road, sweating profusely. The two-liter water bottle had no cooling effect at all, and drinking from it made him feel anxious and restless.
Added salt and sugar, the taste is a bit strange, but it's a good thing to prevent heatstroke. It's been half a year since graduating from a third-rate university, no job, no face to go home, so I started selling pancakes with a small cart, sweet mouth, clean, business is okay, can also send some money back home every month.
She lied to her mother, saying she had found a job at a foreign company and was working in an office. Her mother believed it, but didn't think about how even college graduates were struggling to find jobs, so how could such a good opportunity fall into his lap?
My girlfriend ran away, but he didn't lose out either. Although the investment was not small, at least the white fungus became black fungus, and a pancake fruit seller shouldn't delay someone's future anymore.
He is very open-minded, although he rises early and returns late, withstanding wind and rain, living a hard life, but he is free and easy, not having to fawn on his boss, not having to scheme against his colleagues, the sky is big, the earth is big, but I am the biggest.
"The city management is here!" A panicked scream, Yang Feng woke up from his dream, jumped onto the electric tricycle at the fastest speed, and turned the throttle to the bottom without hesitation.
"Move aside! Move aside! Can you hear me?" A stern voice came from a loudspeaker behind.
Yang Feng's mouth curled up in a slight sneer as he turned and slipped into the narrow alley.
Behind the high-rise buildings, there is a dirty and disorderly urban village, with potholes everywhere, polluted water flowing, and garbage scattered all over the place, emitting a nauseating stench.
Through this city village, there is another stronghold of his on another street. It's almost noon, and it's just the right time to rush over. The urban management uncles will not sacrifice their drinking time.
Yang Feng was very leisurely, sucking on an old popsicle stick, riding his tricycle so fast that he almost ignored the road surface.
Suddenly, "Bang!" The tricycle jumped up and fell heavily.
"Damn it!" Yang Feng cursed in Huang Hu's tone, looked at his beloved car with a pang of heartache, then jumped down and walked away.
On the road surface washed by last night's heavy rain, a black thing was exposed, which looked like iron. After kicking it with my foot, it moved slightly, and after two more kicks, a palm-sized cube turned out.
He picked it up and weighed it, almost straining his waist. It was 40 or 50 kilograms heavy. This couldn't be iron, nor did it seem like copper. He turned around to look for Old Wang who collected scrap metal, and Yang Feng casually threw it into the car.
At this moment, he suddenly furrowed his brow and then looked at his palm.
There might be a burr on the metal block. He had cut a half-centimeter long gash on his palm, and a drop of fresh blood was slowly seeping out.
"Damn it!" Yang Feng cursed and grabbed a piece of toilet paper, then got back on the tricycle and continued forward.
At that moment, the metal block in the carriage behind him suddenly lit up and became brighter and brighter, as if it had been thrown into a fiery hot charcoal fire, quickly turning red.
It immediately began to soften, melt, and flow down with a fiery red liquid, instantly burning through the skin pad below, and then seeping into the aluminum alloy car body like water flowing into sandy soil.
The metal block is constantly melting, the fiery red color is spreading non-stop, and wherever it passes, the metal assimilates, the non-metal disappears, and then the metal part deforms and reshapes the lost parts.
Plastics, rubber tires, even flour, eggs, lettuce, without exception, all turned into metal replicas.
When the metal block finally melted and the entire tricycle was fully metallized, the color also began to gradually return to its original state.
Yang Feng was completely unaware of the changes behind him, even when the fiery red spread to the handlebars he didn't know, he just hummed a tune leisurely, because he was anxious to make money, the handlebars in his hand gradually twisted to the bottom.
The needle on the speedometer slowly rotated, gradually pointing to the red zone. At this moment, a cold female electronic voice sounded: "Warning, warning, entering parallel space traversal mode, destination not set, destination not set!"
"What? Ah!" Yang Feng only reacted now, suddenly lowering his head, and before he could see the speedometer clearly, a dazzling white light suddenly appeared in front of him.
Yang Feng subconsciously closed his eyes and loosened his grip on the steering wheel.
When he opened his eyes again, it felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, cold, with goosebumps all over his body.
This is a desolate little alley, with blue-brick courtyard walls on both sides, the withered grass on the wall head swaying in the wind, and several bare big trees set against the azure sky.
Underfoot was the muddy earth road, and at the foot of the wall there were still some remaining unmelted snow. In the distance, people wearing thick cotton-padded jackets occasionally walked by the alley entrance.
"Ah!" Yang Feng let out a piercing scream of despair.
"Hey, boss, bring a set of pancakes!" A middle-aged man in a blue cotton-padded jacket hurried over from behind, with a little boy by his side, staring at Yang Feng's short-sleeved T-shirt and large pants with a foolish look.
Yang Feng subconsciously responded with a sound, turned on the gas stove, and picked up a spoon to scoop up the batter.
"Thud!" It fell with a single sound, without moving.
Yang Feng was stunned for a moment, then looked at the noodles again, nothing unusual, and scooped another spoonful.
Again "dang!" sounded, still didn't budge.
He was stunned and casually picked up another egg, tapping it gently on the edge of the pan.
"Ah!" A loud cry, his hand shook with pain.
He held the egg up to his nose and examined it carefully before suddenly smashing it against the wall.
"Bang!" The egg bounced back and hit him hard on the forehead.
Yang Feng cried out in pain and quickly covered his head.
The father and son next to him were both stunned, staring blankly at his series of actions. Suddenly, the middle-aged man trembled slightly, carrying a fearful gaze and holding the little boy, turning around and running away.
Yang Feng went crazy checking his equipment, using oil fruits as flying darts, live lettuce as iron trowels, and eggs didn't need to be said, stuffed into the barrel they could absolutely be used as cannonballs.
"My goodness! What's going on here?" A blood-curdling scream echoed through the alley.
Yang Feng suddenly remembered the electronic sound from not long ago, and immediately showed a fierce light in his eyes. He picked up an egg and violently smashed it on the dashboard.
"What's going on here?" he asked fiercely.
"Since you have enabled traversal mode, you are now entering parallel space!" A standard beauty avatar appeared on the transparent outer casing of the dashboard and said in a completely emotionless voice.
"What's going on here?" Yang Feng said fiercely, holding up an egg.
"If you don't need it, I can take it back!" The beauty said, and the eggs in the carriage instantly melted into the metal of the carriage.
"And these!" Yang Feng hastily pointed at those lettuce, flour paste, sausage and other things.
These foods that made him collapse soon dissolved into the metal.
"Alright! Now answer another question, can you go back?" Yang Feng asked again.
"It can be done, but it requires energy reserve time. It takes seven days to supplement with solar power and one day to directly supplement with electricity," the beauty said.
Yang Feng finally let out a sigh of relief, as long as he could go back it was fine, time didn't matter, and it would be just like a vacation.
