Early in the morning, White City.

Baicheng is a county-level city with many small morning markets and only one large morning market, located in the West District. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, at the earliest at five o'clock and at the latest at eight o'clock, hundreds of meters of streets are largely flooded for three hours.

Small traders in the suburbs are clustered here, and it seems that it is not surprising that any goods appear here. Of course, that's a thing of the past. Since the middle of last year, the market has become increasingly depressed this morning.

Phoenix Mountain can deal with aggressive creatures, but it is powerless against the decline of nature: the vegetable fields are overgrown with strange grasses, the fish in the fish ponds kill each other, the orchards are infested with pests, pork, chickens and ducks, tofu vermicelli, green onions, ginger and garlic, etc. Even rice and soybean oil are becoming increasingly scarce.

The country as a whole has entered a state of gradual shortage of resources. It's like a crucified hourglass. The sand inside was brushed off. You look at them, in a hurry, but you can't do anything.

"Whew......"

Liu Ziming snorted, wore very old hands and stuffed his son, wandering the streets.

Thanks to the help of an earth-shattering ancestor, the construction period was shortened by 20 days, and they also managed to pay 20 days less. All plans have been disrupted, and the following materials have not yet arrived. The rocket flew here!

Lao Shui had to coordinate urgently and could not fully start work, so the workers also took turns to have half a day off. It was impossible to go home for half a day, so Liu Ziming considered buying something for the old water transport company to take over.

He walked for a while, wrapped up in the deserted street, and suddenly saw a branch open on the side of the road, which was a grain and oil store. He rubbed his hands together and asked, "Is there any rice?"

"Rice, do you think I look like rice?"

The shopkeeper was a balding man with a stiff voice.

"Is there white flour? Popsicle noodles are fine. ”

"It's all there. Look at it!" the shopkeeper pointed at it nonchalantly.

Liu Ziming wiped his nose and looked at it with his eyes. The store is very tight. No rice, no flour, no soybean oil. There was still some sorghum rice left, and a thin layer was laid in the barrels. There are also some soybeans, red beans, and so on.

The shelves were even worse, there were no noodles and no pepper and fennel. But surprisingly, there were a lot of potatoes and a couple of bags of strange powder.

"It's all gone, so what are you eating?" Liu Ziming was very strange.

"Are you from somewhere else?"

The shopkeeper squinted at him and said, "I'm telling you, we have to have proof of purchase now, everyone has a quota, and we don't allow the price to be raised to 30%! If you leave some in your own house, there's nothing. How can you sell that eighty cents?"

"Hehe, it's ......"

Liu Ziming smiled apologetically and asked, "When can you buy the next batch?"

"Early next month, would you like to make a reservation?"

"Yes, how do you sell rice and white flour?"

"White flour, don't think about it, no, rice, the cheapest bulk rice, three pieces of 21 catties. If it were better, it would come in ten-pound bags for seventy dollars each. ”

It's not too expensive!

The most common form of bulk rice used to be about two yuan more than a kilogram. Liu Ziming guessed and asked, "How much can I buy?"

"Yo, smart!"

The shopkeeper was a little surprised and said, "You have to get an ID card, gentlemen like you, each weighing up to 18 pounds a month." ”

"Then I'll order 18 pounds first. ”

Liu Ziming nodded, looked at the potatoes and a few bags of flour, and asked, "How do you sell potatoes?"

"A dollar a kilogram, those are potato flour. They taste almost the same, but they can also be eaten. ”

"Oh, give me some. ”

As a result, Liu Ziming bought another bag of potatoes and a bag of flour at a very low price.

There is no way, even if Yuan Shennong is operating, it will take a long time to breed new hybrid rice and bring it to the market. What about the transition period? It is necessary to impose government control, similar to that of a wartime economy, to ensure everyone's basic food and clothing needs. All activities focus on the cultivation and development of food.

Xia people have been eating rice and white flour for thousands of years, and this is especially difficult to change. As a result, rice is expensive and potatoes are cheap as a way to stimulate the masses to change their eating habits.

When Yuan Shennong's hybrid rice is completed and the layout of the national agricultural base is completed, the resources will gradually recover.

Liu Ziming came out with the loot, walked for a while, and passed a meat stall. Remembering that his wife hadn't eaten meat in days, he leaned over and asked, "Is there any pork?"

"Yes, but I don't think you can afford it. ”

Without raising his head, the peddler clanged on the sharpener and began to cut a strange piece of meat, black and red, with a fat, thin band.

After gaining experience in front of him, Liu Ziming asked directly, "What are your advantages?"

"This!"

The vendor threw away the strip of meat, which weighed about 3 kilograms, and said, "This is rat meat." 10 yuan per kilogram. Uh, it's not that kind of mouse, it's the meat of some yellow-haired mouse. I've eaten it and it's tender.

The butcher's union factory said that in the future there will be this meat, as well as some large rabbit meat. Don't think about pigs, cows and sheep, that's not something we can afford. “

“......“

Liu Ziming stared at the thing, struggled for a while, and finally said, "Cut 2 catties." ”

"Well, you're so generous! There's an old lady in front of you. She had to buy donkey meat for half an hour. Where can I change her for donkey meat?"

The peddler skillfully cut the meat and said, "To be honest, I want a piece of donkey meat." I definitely wouldn't sell it. I'll keep the closet. One hundred and eighty years from now, children may not know what a donkey is. I'm a family heirloom... Take it!"

Liu Ziming pursed his lips and didn't say a word, as if he was touched, took the thing and turned to leave.

The vendor said a few words, and his mood suddenly became a little low, but with his own level of culture, he could not describe it.

He bore his head and walked from the street to the end of the street, and bought a large bag of mushrooms, a large bag of vegetables that were said to be a mutation of cabbage, perfectly forgiving colors.

Things are very heavy, the morning market is not close to the construction site, Liu Ziming is reluctant to take a car, but it is difficult to car.

Now there is too much money and the price is too expensive. In the past it went up year by year, but now it's going up day by day. People don't understand it, but they feel it most intuitively.

He had not seen any of these foods in his most prosperous days. They should be listed in the most recent month. Her wife is frugal and absolutely reluctant to buy it. She sends them back, earns her own money, and goes home...

Hey!

Liu Ziming chuckled twice unconsciously. The cold wind blew, and his head was covered with sweat. As soon as he rolled his forehead and sideburns, they quickly evaporated, leaving a layer of cold skin that went straight into his heart.

As he walked forward, he vaguely felt things getting heavier and heavier, and his legs and feet slippery and slippery. As he approached the bus stop, he finally stumbled a few steps forward and fell there with a thud.

"Ahh

When a little girl screamed in fright, the others immediately gathered around her and dragged her to the platform so as not to block traffic.

"What's going on? Is there still gas?"

"I don't dare touch it!"

"Who can do first aid? Isn't there CPR?"

At this time, everyone was talking, and a sharp-eyed man suddenly shouted, "Uh, Taoist priest!

Everyone looked at it in order. Crossing the road was a young Taoist priest. He heard the shout, as if it didn't touch the ground, but just floated.

When we get closer, we take a closer look. Wow, we're all covered in leather!

The crowd got out of the way, and the buses didn't arrive, just waiting to see the excitement. I saw the Taoist priest crouching down and gently taking his pulse. "I need a bowl of water," he said.

"Uh, is that okay?"

The little girl clumsily fumbled with the thermos and pulled the lid open, leaving only a small cup.

"Oh yes. ”

The Taoist priest took it with a smile, poured a little water, then took out a talisman and shook it casually. Poof, the talisman did not catch fire and spontaneously combusted, and then pressed into the cup.

Before.

In an instant, white smoke came out, but there were no black ashes in the water, and the water was still clear and bright.

When the talisman burned out, he fed the water to Liu Ziming. Just a few seconds later, the other person woke up and thanked him over and over again.

"You suffer from qi deficiency, qi stagnation, and wind chill. For a while, you will feel depressed because of qi stagnation. Just rest for a few days. ”

"Thank you, Taoist, thank you!"

Liu Ziming was so excited that he almost knelt down and kowtowed. His fear was not that he fell, but that as soon as he fell, the family would break up.

The Taoist priest didn't stay long before brushing off his clothes. There are several people who are active in their minds and want to follow them secretly. As a result, they turned around several times and lost their target.

......

Manor at the northern foot of Phoenix Mountain.

Since the information has already been made public, there is no need to worry. Zhang Qianqiu was expelled from the mountain gate and returned to Ascension. At the beginning, he ran the mountain with Yan Han after the Common Era, which is the life that most resembles the protagonist. The result is the opposite.

Currently, the estate is mainly managed by one of Lao Shui's younger brothers. There are so many people and so many cars every day that they simply can't be received. They all asked to see the mountain lord, but Xiaozhai ignored most of them. Of course, there are people who don't give up and just stay in White City.

"Kuang Kuang!"

But at this moment, someone knocked on the door, and it was the young Taoist priest.

"Who's out there?"

"Zhao Kongtu is here!"

"Squeak!"

The door soon opened, and a man shouted, "It's Daoist Zhao." Please come in!"

This is half a friend, and the servants generally dare not slack off, so please come in the inner hall to serve tea, and hurry to report to the mountain.

Zhao Kongtu sat in the living room for a while, when he heard a voice with a headache: "Yo, yo, why are you here? Why, you haven't been born yet?"

mmp！

Zhao Kongtu kept smiling, walked straight past Xiao Zi, and saluted the little Lent behind him. "Ginger Ammonite"

"This was a rare guest. Sit down!".

Xiaozhai took the lead and sat down and asked, "What is this?"

"I heard that you built a square city at the foot of the mountain, so that monks can trade freely with ordinary people. The Taoist temple deeply adores you and wants to make it convenient. ”