"Hey, you stepped on something of mine." A young boy's voice sounded from the side.

Tang Mo looked at his feet. Sure enough, his feet were stepping on a white short-sleeved shirt. When he moved his feet away, there was a big footprint on it.

"It's this move again, it really makes people look like fools."

The uncle running the stall next to him rolled his eyes and said disdainfully.

The young man was sitting behind his stall, biting his lips tightly, holding a panting golden retriever in his arms.

Noticing the golden retriever, Tang Mo couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

In this era of famine, except for people like Uncle Wen who keep dogs to make their wives happy, how can ordinary families afford to keep pets?

Nowadays, people can’t afford to live anymore. Who is willing to give food to their pets? It would be better if they don’t eat their own pets.

In fact, this was because at the end of Tang Dynasty, she had relatively few contacts with families with pets. If she had known more, she would have known that pets had long become food in the family.

Some people who really love their furry children can't bear to admit it, so they exchange it with the pets of people around them, which can be regarded as psychological comfort and help them overcome this hurdle.

"I'm sorry, the things I sold you were dirty."

Tang Mo took one look at the position where the clothes were placed and understood. It was clearly a step beyond the stall, and it was 100% touching. Anyone with long eyes could see it.

"Since you are dirty, you have to buy it. I want half a bottle of clean water, a quarter bottle is fine." The boy did not dare to look into Tang Mo's eyes, but he still insisted on finishing what he wanted to say.

"Then what if I don't have water?" Tang Mo said.

"There's no water... If there's no water, just leave." There was no struggle on the boy's face. Hearing Tang Mo say that he had no water, he seemed to be relieved.

"Oh? Why do you only want water? No food?"

No wonder Tang Mo was curious. The water filtered by the base will not kill people for a while. The food he eats seems to be more important.

"I just want water, Ponyo can't drink filtered water."

The boy was holding the dog in his arms. The name of the big golden retriever was Ponyo.

Ponyo seemed to feel her master's emotional fluctuations. She struggled to raise her big head and licked the boy's palm with her wet tongue.

At the end of the Tang Dynasty, people's hearts softened a little. People in the apocalypse could not believe it, but animals still retained their simple and kind nature, unconditionally trusting and loving their masters.

"What's your name? Where is your family?"

"My name is Xiaofei. My parents are gone, Ponyo is my only relative, and I can't lose her anymore."

"But your clothes don't seem to be worth the money, do they?"

"If you have water, you can take whatever you like from my stall, all of them!" Xiao Fei replied neatly.

After hearing this, Tang Mo actually squatted down and took the pure white short-sleeved shirt in his hands. The clothes were brand new and even the tags were not removed. They felt good to the touch. Tang Mo didn't recognize the tags.

The brand it was written on, I guess it was not cheap at the time.

Xiaofei's stall mostly sells luxury goods for young people, such as sneakers, sunglasses, backpacks, and watches.

It can be seen that his family must have been in a good situation before the famine came. It is really rare for such a rich second generation to be able to take care of a dog in his current life.

Tang Mo looked through it and picked out a black baseball cap and a pair of big sunglasses.

"This should be enough for half a bottle of water."

Then he took out the remaining half bottle of mineral water from his backpack and threw it to the boy.

Xiaofei obviously hadn't reacted yet and was hit by the flying bottle.

Ponniu turned her head and glanced at Tang Mo with dissatisfaction. The content in her eyes was clear even to Tang Mo, who had never owned a dog before.

"It's really human nature." Tang Mo looked at the golden retriever in a funny way.

"Hey, little girl, why did you buy those rags from him? Come back quickly. Look at my stall, they are all good things that can be used!"

Seeing that Tang Mo could really take out things, the uncle next to him became anxious. If he hadn't been far away, he would have wanted to drag Tang Mo to his side right away.

Tang Mo took a look at the items at the stall next to him. Most of them were daggers and tools, which were indeed much more practical than what Xiao Fei had here.

However, she had already ordered a dagger at a high price at the Alliance Exchange, and this ordinary handicraft really could not catch her eye.

"I know you sympathize with me."

Young boys always have the strongest self-esteem.

"But thank you anyway."

Self-esteem is sometimes not that important in front of the things you love.

"Equal transaction."

Tang Mo raised the things in his hands, waved his hands and left.

After browsing all the stalls and confirming that nothing there attracted him, Tang Mo walked towards his apartment with some disappointment.

Sure enough, I was too naive to want to pick up something good or something.

"Late Tang Dynasty?"

Downstairs in the apartment, Ah Lian, who came to the mission center looking for a suitable mission, saw Tang Mo holding a bunch of things in his hand.

"Are you going shopping?"

"I haven't changed my clothes yet, so I'll just change them with the remaining jewelry." Tang Mo said lightly.

"Do you live here?" Ah Lian looked at the apartment building to one side.

The rent here...

"Well, I'm quite tired. If I have nothing else to do, I'll leave first."

Having come this far, it would be too false to deny it. Ah Lian's words made Tang Mo feel a little uncomfortable for no reason, so he said hello and left.

When I went upstairs, I found that the girl in white next door was still holding the old little bear and was squatting at her door.

"I saw you and your friends downstairs just now." The girl rarely spoke proactively.

"That's not my friend." Tang Mo opened the door. If she didn't absorb the intermediate crystal core quickly, she always felt that there was still some unfinished task today.

"Listen to him, your name is Tang Mo. My name is Xiao Mo, Mo Li's Mo, which Mo are you?"

"The end of the apocalypse."

Compared with the freshness and elegance of girls' names, Tang Mo felt that his own name was too unartistic.

"Can I come and sit at your house?" the girl then asked.

Tang Mo just opened the door and was stunned for a moment.

This little Mo doesn't look like an autistic child like her mother said.

"Come in." Tang Mo opened the door and stepped aside to let the girl in.

She could feel that the girl's attributes were not strong, and there was an indescribable feeling in her body, as if something similar to herself existed, but it had not sprouted.

After entering the room, Xiao Mo sat politely on the chair and placed the teddy bear on her lap.

"How old are you this year?" Tang Mo randomly found a topic.

"Twelve years old."

"You don't look like you are twelve years old." Tang Mo thought that Xiao Mo must be at least fourteen years old. Her stature had already grown, and her slender legs were exposed under her white nightgown.

"My uncle also said that I don't look like I am twelve. He promised my mother that he would not be with me until I was fifteen."
Chapter completed!