Unlike pioneering the mine area, in this world, even with his vast knowledge reserve, Tang Xian was far less adept.
For instance, he was currently in a grocery store where, although the exteriors of items were covered in dust and so moss,
it didn't hinder identification, yet Tang Xian couldn't recognize these items.
Well... let's just pretend he didn't recognize them.
Tang Feiji seed to have slled the scent of lubricating oil from a small package.
He opened the bag and took out sothing resembling a balloon.
"What is this?"
"This is a type 0.1 ultrathin balloon, which has many uses. It can be used to store water, or you can blow it into a balloon for fun when bored."
Tang Feiji seed half-comprehending.
Initially, Tang Xian couldn't recognize those tools, but after seeing the "balloons" Tang Feiji unpacked, he roughly knew what the grocery store sold.
Shaking his head, Tang Xian walked out of the grocery store.
Although he was searching for food, he also needed to familiarize himself with this block.
With his extre sense of sll, Tang Xian had already confird that there were quite a few animals in the distance.
He wasn't worried about anything.
Unlike pioneering in the mine area, where he was cautious, in the real world, he could crush everything in his path.
The next stop was a supermarket.
This huge supermarket nad Marvo was also a famous enterprise in the ancient past a thousand years ago.
After entering, Tang Xian first glanced at the elevator.
Overall, the elevator seed intact. It just lacked electricity.
It was hard to imagine that so things were still undamaged after hundreds of years.
But so parts must have aged. However, taken apart, many things were still useful.
Tang Xian continued to walk down, pondering over solving the power issue.
Walking further down led to rows of shelves, which divided the supermarket into many areas; the food section hardly needed checking.
Although Tang Xian thought he could eat the food that had been left for hundreds of years, without dying,
not dying didn't an not getting sick.
Tang Xian moved on to other goods sections. There were lots of pots and pans, ancient furniture, children's toys, and the like.
So of these things were indeed usable.
"They're all antiques," Tang Xian said cheerfully.
Take, for example, the pots in the area diagonal from him, they had all kinds of cuisine; wouldn't they fetch a sky-high price if placed with Luo?
With a working stove, the issue of whether the food was plentiful or not was solved.
Although the variety of dishes made by the stove had a slight textural difference from real ingredients,
Tang Xian was seeing so many different types of stoves for the first ti.
This feeling delighted him more than seeing a pile of Soul Crystals.
"Truly beautiful, truly beautiful."
Living in the present, it was hard for one to imagine that sothing they owned would beco an antique in the future.
Just like stamps from the '80s, who would have thought that the price of so stamps would increase thousands of tis over just twenty or thirty years?
Suddenly, Tang Xian thought of sothing.
Ignoring the stupid dragon on the side blowing up balloons as if discovering a new continent, Tang Xian figured the toys on these shelves could keep Tang Feiji occupied for hundreds of years.
He went directly to the adjacent side of the food section.
The goods on these shelves were basically just a sparse selection.
Many food items had been taken to the Underground Shelter, and indeed, so things were left in this supermarket. It's a wonder why they weren't entirely scavenged.
Tang Xian thought that perhaps the people at the ti were hiding from sothing?
He didn't know the details about the great catastrophe.
Thus, he didn't think much of it, scanning every shelf until he found what he was looking for.
Paper packaging had decayed quite a bit, but the liquid inside glass bottles was intact.
Glass and ceramic were objects that could be passed down and withstand the test of ti.
In Tang Xian's hand was a bottle of alcohol.
If anything benefited from being kept longer, alcohol was certainly one of them.
He didn't open the cork. He simply placed it in his tool bag.
Now, he was like a scavenger in a post-radiation world.
Upon further inspection, Tang Xian found other alcoholic beverages; both red and white wines were suitable for collection, so he put them into his tool bag without hesitation.
Actually, there was no need, Tang Xian suddenly thought.
Though lacking evidence, it was now reasonable to assu that this world had only him.
The resources of the entire world were his alone, with no one to steal or rob them.
He could freely wear expensive clothes on the second floor, indulge in various luxuries on the third floor.
But Tang Xian wasn't interested in that, he wasn't Qiao Shanshan.
And Qiao Shanshan wouldn't be interested in clothes that had been moldy for hundreds of years.
Nor did he know how long costics lasted; indeed, this knowledge wasn't in his reserve.
After wandering around, Tang Xian saw so useful items.
Among the small items in the living area, he found a walnut-cracking device. Unlike many goods whose information was written on the exterior packaging, this walnut-cracking gadget had its manufacturing details etched onto the casing.
Thus, even after hundreds of years, he could still decipher the information.
"A Nokia-specific walnut-cracking phone case? Made locally in Baichuan City?"
Tang Xian frowned, this place was Baichuan City?
He had discussed it before with the blacksmith shop owner.
A tropolis with a population close to sixty million, divided by a great river into northern and southern regions.
In Liu Lang's words, it was a city plagued by disasters, but he hadn't expected it to retain such a high degree of integrity after the great catastrophe.
Tang Xian was sure the city had not suffered physical devastation.
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