As the train started, the vendors maintained order while pushing carts to sell train lunches for two hundred yuan each.
Every now and then, someone would open their own lunchbox and begin eating roughly on the train.
For a moment, the scents of various food spices, the oil and sweat from miners who had just come down, and the powdery perfume from women mixed together, spreading throughout the carriage in a smell not too pungent but not pleasant either.
Though not pleasant, it had a sense of life.
Xu Shu didn't mind.
Because only in such an environment, after several consecutive days of life-and-death battles, could he feel that the place he lived was not just a chaotic battlefield but a true human world.
This human world, of course, needed vitality.
He sat down comfortably, adjusting to a relaxed and secluded posture, silently unfolding a small square the size of a spectacle lens in front of his eyes to browse through.
