System: Auto Pickup Is On

Uncle Mei was full of spirit, and what he said was very reasonable, Luo Tian wanted to applaud him when he heard it.

But the neighbors all around just smiled, including the boss selling buns who just waved their hands.

Uncle Mei walked back to the own breakfast stall, cursing and saying: "Say that my cooking is not delicious, and I don't even eat dogs. It's good if I didn't kill you kid."

While talking, Uncle Mei picked up a deep-fried dough stick from the stall with his hands and tapped it twice. All of a sudden, there was a sound of metal clashing between the fritters and the table. Luo Tian and even Lu Xiaomei who stood by were startled.

Are you sure this is fried dough sticks and not iron bars?

Can this stuff really be eaten?

Suddenly, Luo Tian was full of admiration for the old brother who had just escaped. If it was him, he would never dare to come back and return the goods. Uncle Mei didn't even need to take out a knife just now, he can be beaten away with fried dough sticks.

"You two, do you want to buy breakfast or not? I've been watching for a long time, why are you staring blankly?"

Uncle Mei apparently also noticed Luo Tian and Lu Xiaomei who were standing still.

Luo Tian turned his head and winked continuously at Lu Xiaomei. That means, there is still time to turn around and leave at this time, so as not to die tragically under the fried dough sticks.

Lu Xiaomei obviously has no tacit understanding with Luo Tian, ​​if Zhang Fatty figured it out, he would turn around and leave. But Lu Xiaomei still dared to step forward, took out a letter from her bosom and handed it to Uncle Mei.

Uncle Mei frowned and said, "What's wrong, I'm not here to buy breakfast. Huh? A letter to me? Oh, you're a little girl from the Lu family."

Lu Xiaomei forced a smile and said, "My name is Lu Xiaomei."

After reading the letter, Uncle Mei chuckled and said, "Okay. Look at the faces of your father and uncle. I'll help you strengthen your little toy. Come with me!"

After finishing speaking, Uncle Mei put down his own long chopsticks, and shouted at the steamed stuffed bun seller next to him, "Help me look at the stall. My old friend has a letter. I'll take the little girl back for dinner."

"okay!"

The owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop happily agreed. Master Mei looked at Luo Tian again and said: "Is that kid with you? He hides his head and shows his tail, do you need help?"

"No, he's with me. Luo Tian, ​​come here quickly!"

Lu Xiaomei waved again and again. Luo Tian just walked over.

Hearing Luo Tian's name, Uncle Mei was taken aback for a moment, and then said with a strange light in his eyes: "Luo Tian, ​​this name sounds familiar."

Luo Tian thought that Uncle Mei recognized him, so he quickly covered his face more tightly, and said: "Common names are used by many people."

Uncle Mei looked Luo Tian up and down, and said with a smile: "That's right, this name is quite vulgar."

Looking back, Uncle Mei led the two of them into the depths of the alley.

Along the way, Uncle Mei bought a la carte and bought two chickens. It seemed that he really planned to entertain Luo Tian and Lu Xiaomei.

Luo Tian was full of complaints about this. Looking at Uncle Mei's craftsmanship, he reckoned that something would happen if he ate it for lunch. Most of them are eaten at noon, eaten in the afternoon, and left at night. It was even more likely that the person would lie down on the spot, cover it with a cloth, the suona horn would be blown, and the coffin would be carried coquettishly.

Luo Tian rubbed his own belly, and decided that for the sake of his life, when he got to Uncle Mei's house, he had better not even drink his saliva. Walking all the way to the deepest part of the alley, in a dark and secluded corner, after pushing aside a patch of morning glory, the door of Uncle Mei's house was finally revealed. Pushing the door open, the moment Luo Tian entered, he felt as if he had stepped into some garbage dump. The whole yard is full of all kinds of metals, all kinds of jade, and all kinds of incomprehensible things.

The yard is more than one hundred square meters in size, and there is almost no place to stay. The windows of several rooms can be seen vaguely in the innermost part.

After Uncle Mei let Luo Tian and Lu Xiaomei in, he closed the door. Looking at the mess in the house, Uncle Mei smiled and said: "The yard is a bit messy, don't mind it. They are all ancient relics unearthed just a few days ago. The thing that destroyed the century, that area was called "computer" in ancient times, what is this place called? "Car", I'm studying ancient books to see if I can restore them. Stones! Come out and tidy up, there are guests at home."

Uncle Mei yelled, and a bald head emerged from the garbage dump immediately. Taking a closer look, it turned out to be a huge spar puppet. The body is about two meters high, the limbs are all made of spar, and the head is a huge recording spar, on which various pictures are constantly flashing, and at the same time, a mechanical voice said: "Hurry up, hurry up with a hammer! You son of a bitch! Just know to remind me, day your ancestors!"

Luo Tian and Lu Xiaomei were a little embarrassed, this spar puppet is very individual. The accent is still from the Southwest.

Uncle Mei with such a bad temper didn't get angry when he heard this. Instead, he explained with a smile: "The stone is newly installed with the ancient human nature system by me, and it may be a little unstable. You understand the system, you should have read the book, Learn about ancient history."

Lu Xiaomei nodded slightly, while Luo Tian scratched his head. In fact, Luo Tian probably knows a little bit, after all, he is also a person who has studied in Wufu. System is an ancient name used to describe low-level intelligence of logic, and this is all Luo Tian knows.

And Lu Xiaomei obviously knew a little more, and said: "Yes. Is it artificial intelligence, which has certain functions such as classification, sorting, and connection. It is one of the ancient names left by the century of destruction. Similar ancient names include the hours and hours we use to keep time. , Measuring meters, Zhang and so on. Senior, your unearthed items are unusual, the century of destruction must be more than ten thousand years ago. How did these things be handed down? There should be nothing left."

Uncle Mei rolled his eyes and said: "You ask me, how do I know. Let's talk about it after I have thoroughly researched it. Let's talk in the room. Are you two planning to change the flying boat? To participate in the flying boat competition?"

"two?"

Luo Tian's heart moved slightly, could his flying boat be transformed along with it? Sounds like a good thing.

Looking at the rubbish all around again, Luo Tian somewhat believed that the old man in front of him was a real hermit craftsman. Ordinary people can't get things that destroy the century, and there are piles that can fill the yard.

Lu Xiaomei nodded very cleverly when she heard the words. It would be great if a letter could help both of them strengthen their flying boats.

Uncle Mei walked to the door, stopped suddenly, and turned to look at Luo Tian again.

Uncle Mei suddenly asked: "Is it really all changed? Luo Tian, ​​is it true that the flying boat I made is really not working? Then you have to tell me about it."

"You did it?"

Luo Tian was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly understood something, exclaimed: "Are you Master Wutamei?"