"What an interesting settlement!"

Zhou Yuanqiang read a sentence, suddenly thought of something, and said with some incomprehension: "It's been more than four years since this settlement was established, but why don't the people in the refugee camp outside know how to use the unlimited land outside to grow some crops?" In this way, no matter how low the harvest is, it will be enough to feed and clothe, right? How did it end up like this? ”

Chen Xun'an, who has always been silent, took over and said, "Do you think they can farm with peace of mind without a management organization?" I'm afraid that before I reach maturity, I will be killed by others, and the fruits of my labor will become someone else's. ”

"But...... But ......," Zhou Yuanqiang couldn't understand, "If the managers of the wasteland settlement can forcefully organize the people outside and turn the outside land into arable land, even if it is only cultivated for one year, all the people can eat for at least a year or two, and there will be no more famine, wouldn't it be great?" ”

Mu Gushan said lightly: "There is no reason, it is just a ruling art." ”

The rulers, always the most cold-blooded people, can send thousands of people to death for one purpose, for whom all this is nothing more than a set of numbers. Hearing Mu Gushan's sentence of ruling art, Zhou Yuanqiang was silent again. The thinking of the superiors is not something that ordinary people like him can understand.

In the town, everything is no different from a modern town, and when you enter it, you can feel the lively atmosphere of the market in the town. The shops here are all open for business, and there are many vendors on the streets who are whispering business. In short, here, you will never see a trace of the end times. Even driven by the huge windmills outside the town, the town has always maintained sufficient life, and some shops have heard music to greet business and trade.

By this point, you have completely entered the interior of the town. Qiu Guorui looked at Zhou Yuanqiang and said, "The only way I can help you is this." I believe that your chances of survival in the town are much better than in the refugee camp outside. ”

Qiu Guorui and they didn't have any friendship with Zhou Yuanqiang in the first place, and if they were able to do this, they were already rare good people in the last days. So in the face of Qiu Guorui's intention to drive away passengers, Zhou Yuanqiang was not dissatisfied, but just stood up from the carriage with a smile and kept saying: "Thank you for taking me for a ride, thank you!" ”

He took the sack off the carriage and wanted to give each person a can of canned beef as a thank-you gift. But Zhou Yuanqiang finally held back, picked up the sack and turned around and dissolved into the street. It's not that he is ungrateful, but the human nature of the last days is too complicated, maybe Qiu Guorui They are not the kind of people who kill people and oversell goods, but it doesn't mean that other people who know won't. In line with the principle of being careful, Zhou Yuanqiang still did not send out these canned beef.

"Brother Qiu, Brother Mu, I will repay you again if I have the opportunity......"

Zhou Yuanqiang understands the difficulty of entering the town, look at the 70,000 or 80,000 refugees in the refugee camp outside, they can only eat and live outside because they have no passes, no guarantors, no guarantee of life, and their lives are threatened at any time. As long as you understand this, you will know that this kindness is not just a small favor.

As the flow of people moved, Zhou Yuanqiang looked very confused. He knows that this place is different for the first time, you can drink it casually, if you don't get it right, it is still a trivial matter to be robbed, and it will be a big loss to give your life here.

Intelligence is extremely important at all times, and no one dares to ignore its role. Zhou Yuanqiang is not a fool, after knowing the cruelty of the last days, he did not find a place to sell it, but just carried a sack around the town, observing the goods in the hands of shops and vendors, as well as the prices of various items. Only by understanding these can you set a reasonable price for your canned beef.

There are all kinds of things in the town, from small screws to large cars, from food to munitions. The branch of history is 2020, and for the modern era in which Zhou Yuanqiang lives, there is only a 10-year fault. The various technologies have remained almost the same, and not much has changed. Therefore, on all kinds of electrical appliances sold in the town, they are all familiar brands to Zhou Yuanqiang, giving Zhou Yuanqiang a sense of familiarity.

There are a lot of vendors on the streets, and the things they sell are generally rare goods, such as some out-of-print cigarettes and alcohol, etc., all of which are obtained from adventures in villages and towns or even cities occupied by zombies. These things don't do much for them, but for the upper class, they are good things, usually like red wine, enough to exchange for a few days' rations. A better Wuliangye or something like that can even be exchanged for ten days and half a month's ration.

The staple food of the wasteland settlements is mashed potatoes and sweet potatoes, where one kilogram of rice can often be exchanged for more than a dozen kilograms of potatoes or sweet potatoes.

The problem of the storage time of canned food, more than five years, except for some accidental reasons that can be edible, can rarely be preserved. Zhou Yuanqiang observed for a while, and could hardly see the existence of cans. The occasional bacon is the most sought-after item in the entire market, and it is sold out in an instant.

As Zhou Yuanqiang understands, the currencies used for trading here are mainly gold and crystals, and a few will be bartered. For the purchasing power of crystals, like white crystals, they are not worth much, and there is a limit to what can be purchased. And the purchasing power of blue crystals is several times that of white crystals, not to mention green crystals that are a grade higher than blue crystals.

After walking around the market in the town for more than half an hour, Zhou Yuanqiang basically grasped the price dynamics here, and also customized a price for his canned beef that met the market.

However, Zhou Yuanqiang is not in a hurry, it is only close to noon, and he still has time to sell the canned beef. He avoided the people on the street, and first entered a small alley on the side of the street, pretending to put water, but instead put most of the cans in the sack into the newly opened storage space, and only a few cans remained in the bag, and then he walked out of the alley satisfied.

Zhou Yuanqiang casually walked in front of a vendor with a stall, and on the rags in front of the other party, there were two AK47s, and the paint on the butt of the gun had almost peeled off, revealing the wooden structure. In addition, next to the 2 AK47s, there is a brand-new Type 95 rifle that is emitting a faint smell of ink.

The stall owner was a tall and thin man, and when he saw Zhou Yuanqiang staring at the Type 95 rifle on his stall with bright eyes, he was shrewd, and he immediately knew that there was business coming to his door. The stall owner picked up the Type 95 rifle and talked nonsense: "This brother, I'm not bragging, the quality of this gun is definitely not covered." ”

"You look at the tattered guns all over the street, and then look at the Type 95 in my hand, you don't have to think about it, and you know the gap."

"Hah...... Brother, your luck is very good, this gun is a new gun that has just come off the production line, and I also relied on my relationship and spent a lot of effort to get it from the arsenal, how about it? If you are satisfied, 5 blue crystals, you take them? ”

Zhou Yuanqiang knew that the price was not expensive, but it was not cheap either, the key was that he did not have crystals to pay, so he ...... He sneered, shook his head and said, "I didn't crystallize!" ”

The stall owner didn't care, squinted his eyes, and said, "What about the gold?" ”

"I don't have any gold!"

The stall owner was anxious, "Grain, you should always have food, right?" Give me 200 pounds of potatoes, and this gun is yours. ”

Zhou Yuanqiang shook his head, "I don't have food either." ”

"Damn, mildew, run into a poor bastard." The stall owner's originally kind and enthusiastic expression disappeared, and he shook Zhou Yuanqiang, who was blocking his stall, and said angrily: "Nothing, you look at a fart?" Go away, go away, don't get in the way of my business......"

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