People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 588 My name is Jijing!

The workshop seems to always be associated with busyness.

People stood numbly in front of the machines, listening to the sounds of steam and machinery. They operated the machines, and the machines enslaved them.

Qi Yan came to the machine he had chosen, looked it up and down, left and right, and finally found the switch that represented the power supply.

When pressed, the machine makes a sound and blends in with the surrounding environment.

Then Qi Yan's eyes widened and he began to stare blankly.

"You don't know how to operate a lathe?" a gentle female voice came from the side.

Qi Yan turned his head and nodded frantically at the pink-haired woman with a broad mind.

Seeing Qi Yan's reaction, the film woman couldn't help but smile, her blue eyes slightly curved. Even though she was in the workshop and captured by the Sarkaz, she still maintained an optimistic attitude and elegant manner.

"My name is Heidi. Let me teach you. If you study carefully, you will learn it quickly." The woman said gently.

"My...my name is Jijing!"

Qi Yan said sincerely: "Don't worry, Sister Heidi, I will study hard."

Heidi smiled and said, "Then keep going. Don't be afraid if those Sarkaz give you trouble. I will help you.

Look here first, this is where you add the ingredients, and here is..."

Under Heidi's instruction, Qi Yan soon learned how to operate the lathe in a very professional manner, and a sticky liquid like syrup flowed out of the lathe.

"It looks like candy." Qi Yan licked his lips.

"…Are you hungry?"

Heidi smiled helplessly: "You can't eat this. This is industrial torsades de Normandie. Eating it will cause poisoning."

As she spoke, Heidi looked around, and seeing that no Sarkaz were paying attention to this side, she took out a bag of biscuits from her pocket and stuffed it into Qi Yan's hand.

"Eat it when you have the chance, and don't throw the packaging away. Return it to me."

Heidi gave a warning and quickly returned to her workstation.

Qi Yan took the biscuit but didn't eat it. He followed Heidi and stuffed the biscuit back to her, and also stuffed a bag of other snacks into her hand.

"I have food, I'll share some with you, kitten egg rolls." Qi Yan praised, "This is great, I can eat one in one bite."

"Hey, you two over there, what are you doing being so affectionate?"

A loud shout came from not far away.

The Sarkaz supervisor came over and glared at Qi Yan and the others fiercely:

"Is this a place for you to chat? Do you still think you are working for those nobles? As long as you have a breath left, use it to work!"

"This is no different from working for a noble."

Qi Yan smiled and slid back to his workstation. He worked on the machine while drooling as he watched the endless stream of twisted alcohol being produced.

He kind of missed his batch of gel that almost started a war.

……

……

The underground structure of Londinium, the base of the Self-Rescue Army.

Amiya and others, led by Fester, finally arrived here.

"The commander is waiting for you in the room. I won't go in."

Fester led the group to a door, smiled bitterly and stopped: "I still have to go find Luo Luo, she's a little unhappy."

"Hard."

Amiya nodded and thanked them, winked at the people behind her, and pushed the door open with the Doctor.

There were quite a few people in the room. It seemed that they had just finished an impromptu meeting, but they did not disband yet. They were waiting for the arrival of the people from Rhodes Island.

Amiya glanced around and guessed that they stayed just to guard against her and the doctor, and the real target was only the girl sitting in the main seat in the conference room.

The girl was wearing a white dress and her long black hair was tied into cute twin ponytails hanging behind her. She looked like a Kuranta, but she had a single horn on her head, which made her look unusual.

"Hello, my friend from Rhodes Island, I finally saw you." The girl chuckled and took the initiative to speak, "I am the commander of the Self-rescue Army, Clovisia."

"Hello, I am Amiya, the leader of Rhodes Island."

After both parties briefly introduced themselves, there was a brief silence.

Soon Amiya took the initiative to break the silence and asked:

"Commander Clovisia is waiting for us on purpose?"

"Just call me Clovisia, and I'll call you Amiya accordingly."

Clovisia stood up and walked towards Amiya: "It was a messenger friend's request. She hopes that our self-rescue army can help Rhodes Island enter the city, but it seems that Rhodes Island has a way to get in by itself."

"Is it the one that Doctor Kal'tsit mentioned?" Amiya suddenly realized, "Our original plan was to go to the city to find the messenger lady, and it seems that she has also made preparations in the city.

Where is Miss Courier now?"

Klovicia shook her head and explained:

"Because of the chaotic situation in the city, we cannot maintain instant communication, but tomorrow is the agreed time for contact. Rhodes Island can rest here for a while."

"Thank you." Amiya said gratefully.

"This is not a generous contribution, Amiya."

“I know this is a collaboration.”

The communication went smoothly, and within a moment, Amiya and the Doctor left the room.

Clovisia did not see him off. She might need to hold another meeting for this decision and persuade her companions to accept the fact that the Self-Defense Army was cooperating with the trouble-making Rhodes Island.

Outside the door, Amiya and others were soon led by a self-rescue soldier who called himself Bill to the rest area assigned to them.

A pot was placed on the campfire, with a pile of messy vegetable leaves in it.

Mandela sat in front of the pot, stirring the stew in front of her with a spatula from time to time.

She didn't know what she was thinking, and even the arrival of Amiya and others failed to bring her attention back to reality.

"Who is this?" Amiya asked puzzledly.

"Isn't this your companion?" Bill was even more confused.

"She is Mandela." Bagpipe reminded in the team.

Hearing his own name, Mandela suddenly woke up from his dream and turned around to look:

"Old Bill, didn't we agree that this place is for me to rest?"

"It's still yours, no need to rush." ​​Bill chuckled, "You little cat, why do you like to grab territory?"

"Tsk."

Mandela saw the bagpipes in the team, and after considering the cause and effect, he roughly understood the identities of the people from Rhodes Island and said nothing more.

Bill shrugged, did not get involved in the affairs between Rhodes Island and Mandela, and turned and left.

The group didn't care what Mandela thought. They sat around the campfire in a familiar manner, staring at the stew in the pot.

"Hey, hey, hey! Are you coming up here just to steal my food?!"

Mandela was furious on the spot.

Huang came over with a smile and forcefully put his arm around Mandela's shoulders: "We are all friends, don't mind. I also brought some canned food here, just in time to add some meat to your dish."

As he spoke, Huang took out a can of meat, tore open the seal and poured it into the pot.

Others also took out the food they had brought with them and threw it into the pot in a mess.

Mandela was so angry that his cat ears were shaking and he bit Huang's wrist.

Huang was so frightened that she retracted her hand. Before she could speak, Mandela took the lead and accused her:

"Can you cook? You guys made my dinner into a mess!"

Everyone withdrew their hands from filling the dishes in embarrassment.

At this time, the doctor's voice floated into everyone's ears:

"Your big pot of stew is about to turn into a mess. You are the worst cook, you stupid cat."

(Later, it snowed near my home, it was so cold, I almost hibernated)