Wasteland Farming is To Save

"Farming in wasteland is to save ()"

"Have you heard? Treasure Pavilion opened a branch called Heping Pavilion, which sells pancakes."

"I heard that it is called a cold-dispelling cake, one silver coin, one is too expensive."

"I heard that Lao Li at the west end of the city bought it, and he vomited after taking a bite. He said that it was given to dogs, and dogs would not eat it."

"I don't know what Zhenbaoge thinks. I want to make this kind of money. I'm not afraid that the epidemic people will run to his store."

As the news of the sale of the cold cakes came out, discussions of different winds arose everywhere in the city.

Ordinary power users bought one out of curiosity and tried it, but after a few bites, they shouted and got fooled.

The businessmen who have dealt with Treasure Pavilion are all on the sidelines. They do not believe that eating such a heavy cake can cure the cold, but they also know that Qian Duoduo is not a fool, let alone the shrewd old man behind him.

As for the well-informed people, they either accidentally or took the initiative to inquire about the matter of 'Senior Wang' who cured Long Jiaochang, and they sent their men to buy a few cold-dispelling cakes to study, to see if there was anything in it. Cold-repellent ingredients.

Throughout the morning, there were many people watching the excitement at the entrance of the Peace Pavilion, but few people bought the cold-dispelling cake.

At noon, Qian Duoduo glanced at Chen Wangping, who was cultivating, and reported a little uneasy: "Senior, the sales of Quhan cakes are not very good. Do you want me to publicize the cure of Long Jiaochang to stimulate sales?"

Chen Wangping waved his hand, "No, in this way, you can find someone to throw some cold-dispelling cakes into the garbage cans in the city, and throw them in a more eye-catching way."

"Throw the cold cake?"

Qian Duo Duo is a little hard to understand. Selling things has always been a price increase. How can you take the initiative to throw your things into the garbage?

Chen Wangping didn't answer him, and continued to ask, "Have you received the new batch of coarse potatoes and rice bran? Make another three thousand catties of pancakes."

Qian Duoduo nodded, "I have received it, then I will arrange it, throw the pancakes and make pancakes, seniors can rest assured."

He pressed the doubts in his heart and turned around to explain.

I don't know why, although I haven't been dealing with seniors for a long time, Qian Duoduo already has some sense of dependence in his heart, and he feels at ease when he does things, and he doesn't have to think about anything.

This was discovered by secretly observing his son's money.

But he didn't stop it.

After all, he knew how much his son weighed, and it was almost impossible for him to rely on his own ability to take his career to the next level.

I finally met the noble Wang Senior, so of course I had to seize the opportunity.

Just do it!

At this moment.

Next to the trash can in the west of the city, Liu, who is in his fifties, is about to faint from hunger.

He never thought that a chef of his own would almost faint from hunger on the street.

Since he was infected with the cold, he tried his best and failed to find a way to cure himself. It was useless to buy medicine, and it was useless to find a person with water-type abilities. He finally bought the flame crystal, but he failed to awaken the ability and couldn't bear it. The scorching of the flame crystals seems to have entered a desperate situation.

In just a few days of infection, he has seen many old friends turn into corpses.

In order not to drag down his family, he sneaked out early, thinking that if one person died, it would be fine, don't infect others, don't drag down his family.

Hanging his heavy head, Lao Liu was hot all over, and he muttered as he walked, "This is life, to live to be so old, to have a son and a daughter, it is worth it, just die if you die."

Of course, after saying that, he couldn't help but reach out and flip through the trash, trying to find a chance.

Turning over, his hand was smashed by the falling object, and he scolded in pain, "Damn, what is it that smashed me?"

Old Liu stretched out his hand to pick up the thing that smashed him, and found that it turned out to be a cake with a tooth mark on it, as if it had been bitten by someone.

"Such rough cakes are not eaten by dogs!"

Lao Liu couldn't help but scolded,

But after scolding, he felt distressed that the cake was thrown away.

Waste food.

No mold or dirt.

Old Liu sighed, "Forget it, I have a cold, I'm not as good as a dog, just eat it." He took the cake and walked to the side to pick up a piece of clean white snow, first stuffed a piece of snow into his mouth, After melting, break off a piece of cake and put it in your mouth, and swallow it together with the snow water.

As soon as he took a bite, he looked at the pancake suspiciously and muttered: "Strange, can't you eat such a fragrant egg directly? Why mix it with rice bran? What a waste."

Anyway, since there was a lot of time, Lao Liu squatted on the side of the road, relying on his professional advantages as a cook, and tried to pull out the egg powder in the cake bit by bit and sip it into his mouth.

Gradually, he found that the more he ate egg powder, the more relaxed his body became.

The originally heavy head became much lighter, the face was no longer so hot, and the spirit was much better.

Lao Liu's desire to live immediately rushed to his head, and he continued to pull egg powder out to eat while rummaging in the garbage.

After turning over the trash cans in the west of the city, he ran to the north of the city to turn it over.

When he arrived in the north of the city, Lao Liu found that he was not the only one who turned over the trash cans. There were several people infected with the cold beside each trash can vying for the pancakes. They didn't have the ability to pick egg powder like Lao Liu. The cake was stuffed directly into his mouth, and when he choked, he ate a few mouthfuls of snow and swallowed it desperately.

Lao Liu scolded, this is over, he can't rush in by himself.

Fortunately, at this time, people passing by with good things discussed: "What are these sick and dead ghosts robbing?"

"Hey, what could it be, the cold-dispelling cakes sold by Heping Pavilion, one silver coin each, I think a lot of people can't eat them after buying them, and they threw them into the trash can, just for these sick and dead ghosts to eat. ."

"Tsk tsk, a baby that can really ward off cold would be sold like this? Heping Pavilion really treats people as fools."

When Lao Liu heard this, he turned his head and ran towards the house without saying a word. He shouted through the door, "Son, don't open the door, throw ten silver coins from the wall and come back. Dad's illness can be cured."

Inside the wall, when Lao Liu's son heard his father's voice, he immediately stood up excitedly, "Dad, don't run away, we don't despise you, just go home."

As soon as Lao Liu heard the news, he immediately scolded him angrily: "What are you talking about, don't come out, I'm not getting better when I'm sick, so hurry up and throw the money, I'll be back later when I'm healed."

Old Liu's son stopped, took out the purse from the bed, left two silver coins for himself, threw out the remaining fifteen silver coins, and said with a crying voice: "Dad, I'm not going out, you eat well. Food, if you want to find a little stepmother for me, just go, I won't stop you anymore, just go and have fun if you want."

Old Liu caught the purse and ran towards the Peace Pavilion with his face flushed.

That was his hope.