Apocalypse: The Fat Lady Strikes Back

Qiao Lingxiang hesitated, and asked Lu Lecheng,

"Uncle Lu, how many supplies did you give those villagers in exchange for a knife from Cen Yige?"

Lu Lecheng smiled embarrassedly, and held up three fingers.

Earlier, Lu Lecheng had set a price for the villagers in Jieshan Village, 30 kilograms of crops and a machete.

This price is not to say very cheap, but it is not expensive. Compared with those villages on the outskirts of Xiangcheng, they used to open their mouths and exchanged 20 energy coupons for a catty of supplies, and the price of a Cen Yi machete for two catties of crops. Overpriced.

I heard Lu Lecheng say again:

"This is Cen Yi's knife, so it can only be exchanged for this price. You need an ordinary machete, and now there are more than a dozen of them, and you may not be able to exchange for a steamed bun."

Qiao Lingxiang felt strange, she asked Lu Lecheng,

"Don't the people outside Xiangcheng know that the world is in chaos? Not to mention Xiangcheng, even NA city has so many zombies. Everyone should understand the importance of weapons. How come there are more than a dozen machetes? Can't get a steamed bun?"

Lu Lecheng straightened his expression, and explained to Qiao Lingxiang:

"Because Xiangcheng and NA City frightened everyone."

This was originally an energy-deficient doomsday. After a year of maintenance and chaos, the central, eastern, western, and northern regions managed to stabilize the overall situation, began to develop the small-scale peasant economy, and vigorously developed new energy sources.

But the appearance of zombies made people dare not go out of the village anymore. Most of the human beings on the entire continent, with the village as the unit, became isolated islands.

People started hoarding supplies and refused to come out to do business. All the villages were equipped with ditches and power grids, just like Shuiche Village.

Therefore, maybe this village can produce a large amount of steamed buns, but they cannot sell them. Other villages have no flour, so the price of a steamed bun has risen to sky-high prices.

Let alone more than a dozen ordinary machetes, you can't exchange for a steamed bun, even the dozen or so machetes made by Cen Yi may not be able to exchange for a steamed bun.

Hearing what Lu Lecheng said, Qiao Lingxiang looked at the big pot of boiling water in the distance, and recalled that after they came out of Xiangcheng, they went all the way to the ancestral hall, which was the so-called safe area outside Xiangcheng. After leaving the safe zone, there is indeed no one there.

Qiao Lingxiang said to Lu Lecheng:

"Brother Cen is very slow in making weapons now. He said a few months ago that he would make a set of equipment for everyone in our team, but until now, he has not completed this plan."

After a pause, Qiao Lingxiang said again:

"However, there is a metal knife processing factory in Shuiche Village, and a clothing factory run by Chen Wu. I think it is possible to get in touch with it. Don't just make machetes, just give the villagers in Jieshan Village a complete set of protective equipment for each person. Wouldn’t it be better if you finished your daily work and trained with the security checks in the prison system?”

Before, Chen Wu wanted to follow Qiao Lingxiang's line, open up the way for garrison and security check, and let his factory undertake the equipment for garrison and security check.

Qiao Lingxiang didn't dare to help pull the thread, because she was afraid that if the quality of Chen Wu's equipment was not up to standard, it would be Qiao Lingxiang who helped to open up the relationship, and Qiao Lingxiang would not be able to tell.

But the civilians in Jieshan Village are different. First of all, Jieshan Village is currently in a completely closed state, and it will become more and more closed. reinforcement.

As long as the protective equipment provided by Chen Wu can withstand the attack of a zombie as big as a tiger, Qiao Lingxiang feels that it is qualified for civilians.

This kind of equipment is placed before the end of the world, and it is higher-end than terrorist-level equipment.

After playing in Xiangcheng for so many months, Qiao Lingxiang knew the habits of these zombies very well. Generally, a large zombie mouse would bring a large group of small zombie mice.

And the big zombie mouse always rushed to the front to attack Cen Yi and them.

Once the biggest zombie mouse is killed, the zombie mice that come later will become smaller and smaller.

Therefore, if Jieshan Village is attacked, the big rats will definitely be discovered by Jieshan Village's security checks first, and they will besieged first. The smaller mice behind will rush into the village, and they will not cause fatal harm to the villagers wearing protective clothing.

They have full time, put on protective clothing and run away.

If they can't escape, even if the villagers of Jieshan Village still can't escape after strengthening the outer perimeter of the village and wearing equipment that can resist large zombies, then they will die.

Because the gods can't save them.

Even with a magic weapon in hand, it is still useless.

Lu Lecheng thought for a while, his eyes lit up, and he said:

"This is even better. I just heard what Chen Wu said. People in Shuiche Village are very opposed to the production capacity confiscation system. Then let's just barter. I will talk to Chen Wu and see their house. quality of clothing samples.”

Qiao Lingxiang nodded, and said to Lu Lecheng:

"Uncle Lu, I think this person is better at drilling camps. He is not unusable, but he is not completely trustworthy. The key is that his equipment must be tested one by one, and each set of equipment must be qualified. Only then, I am worried that this kind of person who knows how to exploit will cut corners."

Everything else is easy to say, if the protective equipment worn by people is cut corners, it will kill people at critical moments.

In fact, Hou Manrong's garment factory had a very good reputation before the end of the world. Although Chen Wu was good at making money, he also understood that the most important thing in doing business was to be honest.

Integrity-based, in order to do long-term business.

But never forget that this is the end of the world where supplies are scarce, and Qiao Lingxiang is absolutely right to have multiple intentions for people she doesn't trust.

Lu Lecheng nodded, and said to Qiao Lingxiang:

"Don't worry, no one can play tricks in front of your Uncle Lu."

After a pause, Lu Lecheng glanced left and right, and asked:

"Didn't you hear that our kid has woken up? Why hasn't he come to see me after I've been here for so long?"

Qiao Lingxiang's face was awkward, she hesitated for a long time, but decided to tell the truth, so Qiao Lingxiang pointed to the fire pit under the cauldron of boiling water in the distance, and said:

"That. Uncle Lu, don't get excited, brother Zhengqing is boiling water right now."

Just as he was talking, Mu Wenbin was wearing these shorts, carrying an iron bucket in his hand, and a towel on his shoulders, humming a little tune, and walked over in the night. He came to fetch hot water for a bath.

Lu Lecheng looked at it for a long time, but he didn't see where his son was boiling water. He moved closer, looked at the raging fire coming out of the fire pit, and shouted:

"Zhengqing? Zhengqing??? Son?"

Mu Wenbin, who was going to fetch water, saw it, and it was terrible. If Lu Lecheng knew that his son was being used as firewood by the army, what would happen.

How much it hurts the old man's heart.

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