Rebirth of the apocalypse: Winning a prize of 30 million at the beginning

Trading market, Wengcheng.

Zheng Hanbing and others lined up for inspection with baskets on their backs.

He looked at the dilapidated pickup truck in the lane next to him with envy in his eyes.

If they had a car, it would be great. If they had a car, they wouldn't have to walk here. The journey of seven or eight hours can be compressed into two hours.

And they don't have to carry such a heavy basket on their shoulders. It's efficient and labor-saving.

The car is not difficult. There are a lot of scrapped vehicles outside. If you spend some time assembling them, you can also piece together a drivable car. The key is fuel.

Without fuel, the car is just scrap metal.

They can't afford fuel.

However, Zheng Hanbing looked down at the basket with hope in his eyes. It will definitely get better and better in the future.

"Hey, buddy, what's in your basket? It's wrapped in cloth, so mysterious." A man in front of Zheng Hanbing asked, carrying a large package and staring at the basket.

Zheng Hanbing took a half step back after hearing this, but he soon realized that he had already arrived at the trading market city, and even if this person knew what was in his basket, he couldn't rob it.

So he said lightly: "What's in your bag?"

The man in front smiled and said: "Hahaha, what's the big deal, my bag is full of cicada shells and wild sweet potatoes."

"Wild sweet potatoes, you can still find this stuff near the oil city, shouldn't it have been dug up long ago?" Zheng Hanbing asked in surprise.

The man raised his mouth and didn't answer him directly.

It's impossible to tell others where you dug it from.

"What's in your basket? I've told you what's in my bag, and you'll have to take it out sooner or later when you check it later."

Zheng Hanbing thought about it, so he answered: "Wild vegetables."

"Wild vegetables? So many wild vegetables?" The man's eyes were full of surprise.

Seven people were carrying the same baskets, obviously together.

Seven people, fourteen baskets, all looked full.

This was the first time he had seen so many wild vegetables.

Facing the man's question, Zheng Hanbing did not continue to explain.

Soon, it was their turn to be inspected.

The man in front was not lying. It was indeed cicada molts, which can be eaten and is also a kind of Chinese medicine. It can be used to treat constipation, sleep disorders, enteritis, rhinitis, irregular menstruation, bronchitis and other diseases.

In the No. 3 receiving shop in the trading market, you can exchange for a lot of points.

"What's in it?" The inspector asked Zheng Hanbing.

Zheng Hanbing quickly explained: "They are all vegetables, edible vegetables."

The inspector's eyebrows jumped. Vegetables? He didn't quite believe his ears. Not wild vegetables?

"Open it and take a look." The inspector said to Zheng Hanbing.

Zheng Hanbing waved to the people behind him, signaling them to take out all the vegetables.

This was not the first time they came to the trading market, so they naturally knew the rules here.

They lifted the cloth on the basket, and then took out the cabbages on the surface one by one, and placed cucumbers, which are not easily crushed, underneath.

"It's really vegetables, cucumbers, cabbages, where did you get them from?" the inspector asked in surprise.

Zheng Hanbing didn't want to answer at first, but this was the question asked by the inspector after all, so he had to move closer and whispered: "We planted them ourselves."

The inspector looked strange, the vegetables looked very fresh, as if they were picked this morning.

But nowadays, it is not easy to grow crops outside. Not only do you have to face the snatching of other survivors, but you also have to worry about the destruction of zombies and natural disasters. You may work hard to sow seeds, spend time and energy to fertilize and water, but in the end you may not get any harvest.

The inspector looked at the vegetables and said to Zheng Hanbing: "It involves food safety issues. You go over there to taste them and accept detailed inspections."

Zheng Hanbing nodded helplessly. It seems that the management of Wengcheng is now stricter than two months ago.

However, there is one advantage, that is, there is no need to pay the entrance fee to enter and exit the trading market.

Soon, he led the team members to the food area to check.

In the food area, several procedures need to be followed, including the carrier's own tasting, and randomly cutting off a small part to use a microscope to check whether it contains zombie viruses.

Zheng Hanbing met the man again here.

The two did not communicate much. After checking for fifteen minutes, Zheng Hanbing carried the vegetables as he wished and led everyone to the trading market.

As soon as he entered the trading market, he was shocked by the commercial area.

A young team member next to him, Jie Dali, exclaimed:

"Oh my god, how did this place become like this? This change is too big!!"

Several other people also sighed.

"It has changed a lot. It seems that there are many more shops."

"It's only been two months. How did it become like this?"

It's been too long since I came in. Zheng Hanbing looked around and saw the notice board next to the city gate.

The bulletin board will have some basic information about the trading market, and will be updated as the trading market changes.

For example, if a new store is added to the commercial area of ​​the trading market, the number and name of the new store will be written on it.

Zheng Hanbing wants to learn the latest information about the trading market from this bulletin board.

When he saw that the housing in the trading market was divided into three levels and that level 5 housing required payment, he felt as if the sky had fallen.

In the past, people did not have to pay rent for housing, but now they have to pay rent.

It is really hard to accept.

However, when he saw that the cheapest rent only required 0.01 points, he was relieved immediately.

He immediately asked Jie Dali next to him: "Dali, do you remember how many points we had in the trading market before?"

"I don't know, it seems that there are not many left."

Zheng Hangbing thought for a while, "It doesn't matter, anyway, we live in the cheapest one, 0.07 points, we only live for one night, so we should have such a few points, and we will sell vegetables later, so we will definitely be able to sell some points."

A middle-aged man next to him asked:

"Boss Lin told us that it is best to sell to someone in Oil City."

Zheng Hangbing nodded and said: "Well, I know, I have just seen the sales point, Shop No. 3, let's go."

As soon as the voice fell, the seven people carried the vegetables and walked towards the commercial area.

In fact, if they set up a stall and sell it themselves, they can earn more points.

The reason why they sell to the self-operated store in Oil City instead of setting up a stall and selling it themselves.

It is mainly because they don't want to be publicized and don't want to let many survivors know that they have the source of vegetables.

Wealth should not be exposed, that's the reason.

These vegetables are just the surface, and smart people can see the root.

If vegetables can be grown, does it mean that other things can be grown? Where to grow them? How to grow them? When to harvest them?

People with a heart will think about these questions and wonder if they can snatch them outside the city with their own strength.

Selling vegetables to Oil City saves them from setting up stalls and ostentatiousness, reducing everyone's attention to them.

On the other hand, fourteen baskets of vegetables, so many vegetables can only be eaten by the officials of Oil City in one go.

Moreover, vegetables can't be kept for long in such hot weather, so they must sell them as soon as possible.

In summary, selling to the officials of Oil City is the most appropriate.

They lowered their heads and walked towards Shop No. 3 of the trading market with hats on.

Ten minutes later, they arrived at Shop No. 3.

Shop No. 3 is a store that specializes in collecting various items and groceries from the outside.

These include various grains, vegetables, meat, animal fur, seeds, Chinese medicine, electronic products, and so on.

Originally, Shop No. 3 was only about 100 square meters, but now it is more than 400 square meters.

It is much bigger than when they came two months ago.

Shop No. 3 is so big that it is crowded with people.

People come to exchange various things for points.

As more and more things are exchanged, there is a pricing system, which is becoming more and more reasonable and detailed.

They found the counter where they should line up in the sign at the door.

Counter No. 5 collects all kinds of staple food and vegetables.

There are not many people in this queue, only a dozen people are queuing, holding various things in their hands.

One person is carrying a stick with seven or eight pheasants tied to it,

One person is carrying a basket on his back with purslane full of it,

Another person is carrying a broken bag in his hand, which seems to be in the shape of cans.

At the end of the team, a familiar figure appeared.

Zheng Hanbing was surprised to find that the man he had just met in the city of the urn was met again at this moment.

"What a coincidence." Zheng Hanbing greeted.

The man looked at Zheng Hanbing behind him, his eyes also a little surprised.

He came in nearly 20 minutes earlier than Zheng Hanbing. Just now he went to the Chinese medicine counter to sell cicada shells, and now he came to sell sweet potatoes. He never thought that this group of people would meet him again.

Moreover, they just happened to be behind him.

"Let me introduce myself, Liu Dongdou, you can call me Lao Liu." The man's eyes were startled at first, and then a smile appeared in his eyes, and he took the initiative to extend his hand.

Zheng Hanbing looked at the hand that was extended to him and also extended it, "Zheng Hanbing."

"Did you just go to sell other things?"

Liu Dongdou nodded and said, "Yes, I just went to sell cicada sloughs, 3 points per pound, amazing, I didn't expect that cicada sloughs are the same price as gold."

Zheng Hanbing's eyes showed an expression of envy, "Tsk tsk, amazing, I just saw that vegetables are only a few tenths of a pound now, it's really incomparable."

"You have so many vegetables, at least hundreds of pounds, much more than I have. It's not easy for me to get this cicada slough, it took me a long time to get three pounds." Liu Dongdou replied.

When Zheng Hanbing was in Wengcheng, he saw sweet potatoes in his package, so he asked curiously:

"You can just sell cicada shells, why sell sweet potatoes?"

Liu Dongdou laughed, "When you say that, I doubt if this is your first time to the trading market."

"Carrying these dozens of kilograms of sweet potatoes, it's inconvenient for me to do anything, and I have to worry about being stolen. It's also inconvenient to go out of the city, and I'm worried that someone will rob me."

"Besides, it's cost-effective to exchange sweet potatoes for points to buy corn tortillas. You can also save points and use them whenever you want, without having to carry sweet potatoes everywhere."

"I tell you, this corn tortilla is unpalatable, but it can resist hunger, you know."

"I understand."

Zheng Hanbing was not someone who had never eaten corn tortillas before. He felt that Liu Dongdou's words made sense.

Originally, he wanted to exchange vegetables for points, and then use up all the points to exchange for the supplies they needed.

But at this moment, he hesitated. He was thinking that if all the vegetables were sold, they would definitely get a lot of things to take back, and the journey back would be quite dangerous.

They will also go back to the trading market in the future, so it is better to leave some points here. If a natural disaster breaks out in the future and they can get back in time, they can continue to use the points here.

Even if they don't avoid natural disasters, they will still have to use the points there the next time they come to the trading market to buy the supplies they need.

Thinking of this, he decided not to use up the points in his card.

Soon, the line reached them.

He put the entire basket on the counter. The person checking the food inside was a third-level non-staff personnel who had come from the Da Zhangshu base.

When he opened the cloth and saw the vegetables inside, his eyes suddenly widened.

"You grew this yourself?" inspector Deming asked.

"right."

Dai Ming looked behind Zheng Hanbing and asked:

"Are those at the back all vegetables?"

"They are all vegetables." Zheng Hanbing answered honestly.

There was no need for him to deceive the people of Oil City. Oil City's performance during the previous thunderstorm disaster had won the trust of almost the survivors.

It is precisely because of this trust foundation that the trading market can be developed.

"Come in, I have a few questions to ask you." Deming was a little shocked after seeing the quality of these vegetables.

These people are actually able to grow vegetables outside, and the quality they grow is so good. How do they do it?

Zheng Hanbing was a little surprised when he heard this. He didn't know what Deming wanted him to do, but out of trust in the officials of Oil City, he still entered the counter through the side door.

At this time, there was no one behind Zheng Hanbing, so there was no one to rush him.

"Xiao Liu, take these vegetables for testing." Dai Ming said to a young man next to him.

Any food item entering the trading market will undergo two inspections.

The first step is the food inspection in Wengcheng, and the second step is that the No. 3 store where the food is collected will also be tested.

Dai Ming looked at Zheng Hanbing with bright eyes.

He knew that Zheng Hanbing and the others were able to bring in the vegetables. Naturally, they had passed Wengcheng's food inspection, so there should be no major problems.

There were many doubts in his mind, but he was thinking about how to ask more appropriately.

"How many of these vegetables do you have?" he asked.

"Two or three acres," Zheng Hanbing replied.

Two or three acres is too little, at least for the size of the trading market.

Deming was much less interested in Zheng Hanbing.

"Can you provide stable supply in the future?"

"OK."

"Where did you get these seeds? Who taught you how to grow them? Most people can't grow vegetables of this quality."

"this"

Zheng Hanbing hesitated a little. The careers and resumes they wrote when they first entered the trading market were all fake. At that time, they didn't quite believe in the Oil City.

So they didn't write down what they really did before.

After much hesitation he replied:

"There is a person in our team who is good at planting. He used to be a professional planting person."

Deming didn't seem to want to say anything from his tone, so he stopped asking.

"Okay, I understand, go out and give me your number plate."

"Okay." Zheng Hanbing quickly handed the team number plate to Dai Ming.

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