"Ho, it's so lively."

As soon as Ji Yu left, Wu Fanyang and the others walked out of the Purple Garden Inn and went to the street.

It was twelve o'clock in the evening, and the streets were full of people.

Two hundred taels of gold, twenty gold cakes, two of them were divided into two and hidden, and the rest were all stuffed into Wu Fanyang's backpack.

Neither the gun nor the hatchet left his hand.

Except for a few children staring at the automatic rifle, the pedestrians did not pay any attention to it.

From time to time, groups of heavily armed patrols walked by.

A grain store attracted Wu Fanyang's attention.

In Jinshan City, there is a shortage of food.

Several people walked in.

"Shopkeeper, how do you sell rice?" Wu Fanyang saw at a glance that a delicate wooden barrel was full of rice.

"Twenty dollars a pound." The shopkeeper greeted him with a smile on his face.

One tael of gold can be exchanged for a thousand dollars, and they have just inquired about the market.

Buy fifty pounds of rice.

It's expensive.

Several people were stunned.

Although Wu Fanyang did not know how many grams of gold were in this place, in Jinshan, one gram of gold was nearly 300 yuan.

"How do you sell flour?" Wu Fanyang asked again.

"Ten dollars a pound." The shopkeeper said busily.

One tael of gold can buy a hundred catties of flour.

"Guest officer, there are cheaper ones, hanging wood powder for five dollars a catty." The shopkeeper was stunned when he saw a few people, and he was busy introducing a cheaper one.

"Hanging wood powder? What's that? Lu Tao blurted out.

"How many aren't locals? Dumbwood powder is the powder ground into the hanging rattan slurry after drying, which is similar to flour, but it tastes a little bitter. The grain store shopkeeper said Le Hehe.

"You often have outsiders coming?" Wu Fanyang asked tentatively.

"Yes, Youtian City is the most prosperous and wealthy place within a radius of thousands of miles, and there are often merchants who buy flour and sell it back." The shopkeeper sighed, "It's a pity, those cities are all poor, and it's rare to bring some rice with you." ”

How many cities?

Wu Fanyang and Lu Tao looked at each other.

"Shopkeeper, I want to do a long-term business with you, can there be a discount?" Wu Fanyang asked.

"Of course there is, it's a big 95% off." The shopkeeper quotes the discount number.

"Nine folds." Wu Fanyang stared at the other party's eyes and said.

"At least ninety-two percent off, otherwise the small store will not make any money." The shopkeeper hesitated and said.

"Okay, but the rice and flour will be delivered to my people for free." Wu Fanyang added.

"I don't know where the nobles are?" The shopkeeper asked with a wink.

"There's a big black mountain not far from here, you know?"

"Thunder Mountain? You're from Thunder Mountain? The shopkeeper's face changed suddenly.

Wu Fanyang touched his nose, Lei Mountain is notorious.

"Get out all the gold." He turned to the crowd and said.

……

……

The sun rises, and a heat wave rolls in.

Outside the Purple Garden Inn, the street was empty.

One day and one night, there are forty-eight hours, day and night, Wu Fanyang and others are extremely unaccustomed to it.

Last night, two hundred taels of gold, fifty bags of rice, one hundred bags of flour, and ten bags of hanging wood flour were purchased.

In Youtian City, there is a dart bureau dedicated to escorting goods.

Five two-horse carriages, loaded with grain, were waiting at the gates.

During the day, the heat is unstoppable, and there are no beasts roaming outside the city.

The dart head specially informed Wu Fanyang that the more vicious the sun, the safer it is.

"Brother Yang, there are a lot of rewards from the Zheng Medicine Division, three hundred and ten taels of gold." Lu Tao was carrying a black cloth bag, and inside the bag was the hunting Gu Eagle bounty.

"It's already sold cheaply, a Gu carving horn can be sold for thirty taels." Wu Fanyang asked the owner of the grain store to know the market.

Eight motorcycles drove out of the inn compound one after another.

Outside the inn gate is the street.

As soon as the motorcycle drove 100 meters, hundreds of black-clothed people suddenly poured out of the intersection, all holding sharp blades.

"Boy, do you want to leave after hurting my son-in-law?" The sixth son snorted, and the long knife pointed at Wu Fanyang.

"What do you want?" Wu Fanyang looked behind him, Lu Tao had untied the automatic rifle and was lying across the motorcycle.

"Hehehehe...... I want you dead! A fat body leaned out of the window on the second floor on the right, staring at Wu Fanyang with a sneer.

"Yes, don't let any of them go." The sixth son's eyes showed a fierce light, and he turned around and shouted.

Kill!

The man in black roared wildly and raised his knife and ran towards the eight.

"Dada......"

"Nyima! A bunch of demons. Lu Tao roared, picked up his gun and opened fire.

"Puff puff ......"

Bullets burrow into the flesh.

More than a dozen black-clothed people rushed to the ground.

Damn, Wu Fanyang smiled bitterly, kill it, it's redundant to talk nonsense.

"There's a pistol in the backpack." He turned his head and yelled, and took off his backpack.

"Dada......"

"Dada......"

"Change **!"

Lu Tao smiled cruelly, "Click" replaced with **.

"Huh!?"

The sixth son couldn't believe his eyes, more than a hundred people, in a moment's effort, poured most of them, blood, and shed all over the ground.

"Da Da ......"

"Uh-huh......"

Suddenly, he was shaken, and he fell backwards.

The sky was blood-red, his nose seemed to be pinched, he couldn't breathe, he wanted to open his mouth, but he didn't have the slightest strength.

The old sixth's eyes were round, unblinking, and gradually becoming hollow......

"Lu Tao, you guard, I'll kill Du Menhou." Killing intent, full of Wu Fanyang's eyes.

Six boys, holding their hands tightly, trembled.

"Follow me, they don't die, we die." Wu Fanyang roared.

"Da Da Da ......"

"Ahh

"Ahh

The people around Du Men fell one by one.

"You...... If you dare to kill me, you will know me...... Who am I? His face was pale, sweating profusely, his lips trembling, and he hissed.

"Let's go up and kill him!"

Wu Fanyang snorted coldly, turned around and said to a few people behind him.

……

……

Guns, it's too important.

Where there is food, there are guns.

Only when there are guns can there be food.

Back in Jinshan, the first thing Wu Fanyang did was to exchange food for guns.

Ten bags of rice, ten bags of flour, all the guns in Jinshan City.

There were 20 automatic rifles, 50 pistols, and 3 sniper rifles.

More than 30,000 rounds of bullets.

Ten days later, another thunderstorm broke out, shattering two residential buildings and killing more than 800 people outdoors.

Electricity, water, and gas were cut off, and feces were poured back into the bathrooms of every household.

Stink, spreading.

In the community, began to dig pits, defecating and defecating pits.

"Vomit ......" Lu Tao retched back to the house.

"Squatting in the pit, it's a fucking sin, and my ass is stained with feces." He shouted.

"Why hasn't there been any movement over there?" Wu Fanyang was used to the smell.

Over there, it refers to Youtian City, killing Du Menhou, and the Du family didn't retaliate.

"Are you afraid of thunderstorms?" Chen Junwen said.

"Thunderstorms don't happen every day, I think they only happen after the energy of the mountains gathers." Wu Fanyang shook his head.

During this time, he observed every day, and only three days after the thunderstorm, blue flashes appeared on the mountain.

Perhaps, building a giant lightning rod can channel thunderstorm energy into the ground.

But at the moment, everything can only be imagined, and 700,000 people are crazy to find food and clean water.

One thunderstorm, hundreds of deaths, no one cares.

When there is food, there will be order.

There are no golden mountains, but there are many Youtian cities.

"Recruitment!" Wu Fanyang squeezed out four words.

"Hehe, Brother Yang, I approve of this." Lu Tao smiled and handed over a can of beer.

"If there are many retired young people in Jinshan, 200 people will be recruited first, providing three meals a day, and the daily wage is one pound of rice." Wu Fanyang took out a pen and calculated, the materials in the supermarket can support twenty days.

After 10 days, food must be replenished.

With a headache, Wu Fanyang pressed his temples with the thumbs of both hands.

Re-enter the Heavenly City, the Du family, and will definitely not give up.