How to Feed an Abyss!

re were a lot of audiences here.”

The performance hall was huge and gorgeous, with hundreds of seats under the stage, even he could see the liveliness.

“How can anyone with a normal mind run to see a stage play now?” Xia Fang also picked up a small flat shovel and scraped off the patches irritably.
“It’s not easy to live, maybe you will be eaten by monsters tomorrow.
Besides, there are many old-fashioned stage dramas, and everyone stays at home and watches TV on their mobile phones when they have time.
The performance yesterday was pretty good.
Sixty tickets were sold.
It was already good to have 30 or 40 people.”

Shi Yuan shoveled off a broken piece, threw it into a garbage bag, and went to the place of the next poster.
He asked again: “Then why do Wolfgang and the others still perform?”

“To power something with love, to power with love, do you understand,” Xia Fang said.
“You’re from another city, right?”

Shi Yuan hesitated for a moment, Xia Fang thought he had acquiesced, and then said: “Don’t you know, Gleaning City has a title called ‘stage in the wheat field’, and the characteristics of the city are farmland and drama.
The soil here is fertile, the terrain is flat, the air is good and the climate is good.
It has always been the main source of food in the southern part of the Alliance.
Stage plays and musicals are also very famous.
Before the Abyss appeared, there could be two or three theaters on a street.”

“So that’s it.” Shi Yuan said, “Where are the other theaters? I don’t seem to have seen it.”

“They were either destroyed because of the war or were torn down and rebuilt into a residential area,” Xia Fang replied.
“This is the last theater, and the last theater company.
Anyway, if it can’t make money, buckle up and search, otherwise, they won’t post ads here – Shi Yuan, you can bring those new posters.”

Shi Yuan brought a poster.
The new advertisement was [Papaw brand compressed canned meat], with a few open canned meat painted that looked delicious.

He and Xia Fang put up the posters and walked the streets to hang posters of the Wild Rose Theatre Company’s performances on the surrounding streets, which featured a flamboyant Qin Luoluo and an expressionless Wolfgang.

Shi Yuan asked, “Do you like stage plays?”

“Not really,” Xia Fang said.
“The leader and the others are doing it because they enjoy it, I’m just here to make money.
If you give me money, I will perform.
If you don’t give me money, I will pack up and leave.
The salary here is not high, maybe I will quit one day.
After working hard here for 6 hours, it’s better for me to drink two bottles of wine with someone at night.”

“Can you make money by drinking with others?” Shi Yuan asked.

“Of course, you can.” Xia Fang smiled a little narrowly.
“It depends on how you drink it.
If you are short of money, I can also take you to see it, anyway, it’s almost time to get off work.”

“I don’t know how to drink,” Shi Yuan said.
“I’m not good with wine.”

Xia Fang: “You can drink if you want, no one can force you if you don’t.”

“Is that place a bar?”

“Hmm.”

“Everyone there can drink?”

“Of course, one can drink stronger than the other.
As the saying goes, drink alcohol to relieve worries.”

Shi Yuan recalled that when he was wandering in the wasteland, he occasionally saw abandoned human settlements with some canned food and bottled water.
He once got a bottle of wine – he didn’t know it was wine at the time, so he opened the lid and took a sip, and his tail scales exploded.

He was curious about what the legendary bar was like, so he made a plan: he would take a look at it himself, and once the anthropophobia attacked, he would run away immediately.

Shi Yuan said, “Those people are so powerful, they can drink wine.”

As soon as Xia Fang wanted to answer the phone, he heard Shi Yuan conclude: “They are all 1.”

“…” Xia Fang was shocked, “Shi Yuan, I didn’t expect you to be such a person!”

“What kind of person am I?” Shi Yuan asked.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.“ Xia Fang patted him on the shoulder and gave him a thumbs up.
“Little brother is awesome and has a bright future.”

Shi Yuan: “Thank you, but I need to talk to my friend and tell him I’m going to be home late.”

“Then you tell him.” Xia Fang said, “If you don’t go to someone else’s house for the night, you won’t be late for the curfew.”

Shi Yuan typed a message to Lu Tinghan: [Today I]

He hadn’t finished typing a sentence and accidentally sent it out.

Lu Tinghan did not respond and did not reply as before.

Shi Yuan didn’t want him to reply either.
He heard Wang Yu say that Lu Tinghan was a busy person.
Even when he borrowed money at noon, Lu Tinghan transferred the money straightforwardly, without saying a word of nonsense.
He typed again [Can I come back later today?]

Lu Tinghan did not respond.

[I will be back before curfew.]

Lu Tinghan did not respond.

Shi Yuan thought he acquiesced, and after thinking about it, he explained: [Let me tell you, I met a new friend in the troupe and I want to go to a bar with him.
He said that there are a lot of 1 there, and they are all very good at drinking.]

A beep sounded.

Lu Tinghan: [No.]

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**TN

To power something with love / to generate electricity with love – The term was originally an unrealistic slogan put forward by environmentalists in Taiwan, in order to oppose nuclear power and demand the closure of nuclear power plants .

Later, it was compared by mainland netizens to a certain team or individual who insisted on doing something even though the income was low or no income.