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"It's time to eat, it's time to eat!"

"Don't crowd, get in line!"

"Damn, I didn't hear what I said, so don't squeeze it. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

On the way back, several young men in police uniforms, pushing an iron cart, walked out of the inner city and stopped in the central square of the slum, holding a megaphone in their hands, shouting loudly.

Zhang Yifeng and Liu Qiang stopped in surprise and stared.

"Let's take a look."

The crowd of black oppression, after hearing the sound of 'opening the meal', poured out of the tent and wooden house, and in the blink of an eye, the square was crowded with people, rubbing shoulders and mud, Zhang Yifeng and Liu Qiang couldn't squeeze in at all.

"What is this brother doing inside?" Zhang Yifeng grabbed a survivor and asked.

"Are you deaf and don't you hear the sound of the meal? This is the people at the relief station of the management committee distributing relief meals, two meals per person a day, and if it is outdated, you can quickly release it for me. The survivor broke free from Zhang Yifeng's hands, plunged into the crowd, and squeezed forward desperately.

"It seems that the management committee is very merciful!" Liu Qiang said with a smile.

Benevolent?

Zhang Yifeng smiled faintly, and secretly said that Liu Qiang is still too kind, as the senior management of the management committee, they will never supply the scarce materials to ordinary survivors, they have their own interests and value considerations, well-wishers, they can't survive at all in the last days.

Soon, the first batch of survivors who grabbed the relief meal squeezed out of the crowd, looking at the rice porridge with clear soup and little water in their bowls, Liu Qiang was silent, he wanted to take back what he had just said, but it was difficult to collect it.

"Brother Qiang, do you still think the management committee is merciful?"

"Hehe, it's the first time I've seen such a thin porridge." Liu Qiang did not answer directly, but said in a mocking tone.

Gruel? Zhang Yifeng shook his head, this is not porridge at all, just a bowl of water with a little rice soup, this is the relief meal for the survivors, two meals a day, relief meals like this, not to mention two meals a day, even ten meals a day, and it can't fill your stomach.

The management committee just uses cheap mercy to maintain the lives of the survivors, and then constantly squeezes their value from the survivors, which is the reality of the last days.

Back at the rental house, Liu Qiang didn't say a word, just returned to his room in silence. Seeing him like this, Zhang Yifeng shook his head and sighed lightly, he knew Liu Qiang's thoughts very well.

The end of the world has come for more than a month, but this has not wiped out Liu Qiang's burning flame of hope, he lives humbly, just hopes that one day, he can see the familiar things before the end of the world, so he is eager and eager to come to Yuncheng, that is, he hopes that Yuncheng will still retain the appearance before the end of the world under the protection of the army, but now, the hope is shattered, and what he saw and heard when he came to Yuncheng Base City completely crushed the hope and sustenance hidden in this man's heart.

This was a big blow to him, but Zhang Yifeng believed that Liu Qiang would not fall easily, because he was Liu Qiang, the bald man who was bold and righteous, strong and ruthless, and had explosive combat power in the gathering place of Xunyi County.

In fact, Liu Qiang did not disappoint Zhang Yifeng, and the next day, he walked out with an indifferent expression.

"Today we go to the shopping street and sell this food." Zhang Yifeng glanced at Liu Qiang and said directly.

Hearing that Zhang Yifeng wanted to sell food, Liu Qiang just nodded indifferently, and did not react much, he had a deep understanding of Zhang Yifeng's hobby of collecting banknotes.

Death wants money, this is a label that Zhang Yifeng can't get rid of in his life.

However, Zhang Yifeng was still very rational and did not plan to sell all the food, but left enough supplies to maintain their food needs for the next few days.

Because he didn't understand the trading rules of the commercial street, in order to prevent accidents, Zhang Yifeng thought about it and decided to bring Ma Sichun, the strength of this little Lori is terrifying to the extreme, with her town, who dares to make trouble, and he is not looking for teeth all over the ground.

The three of them were just about to go out with their supplies, when a figure blocked their way.

"Niu Heng?"

Yes, Niu Heng appeared in front of the three of them with a little girl with a pale face in his arms.

"Engong, I'm here."

Zhang Yifeng was slightly surprised, and said: "Actually, you don't have to be like this, I have already said it, I will help you without asking for anything in return." ”

"You can not care, but I can't be untrustworthy." Niu Heng said stubbornly.

"Okay, if you want to follow, just follow, in the future, you don't need me to call me Engong, just call me Zhang Yifeng." Zhang Yifeng didn't shirk too much, he could see that Niu Heng was a very committed person and would not change easily.

Zhang Yifeng looked at the little girl in Niu Heng's arms, and saw that she was still asleep, and she definitely couldn't take it with her, so he instructed Ma Sichun: "Sichun, don't go, take good care of this little girl at home." ”

"Niu Heng, you can come with me."

Niu Heng hesitated slightly on his face, but still handed his daughter over to Ma Sichun.

"Be careful, it's a bit heavy."

In his opinion, the little girl in front of him, who was too beautiful to be presentable, should not be able to hold her daughter, but he didn't expect that Ma Sichunbo was holding her daughter like holding a straw, as if she couldn't feel the weight at all, and her face didn't change at all.

"This ......" Niu Heng's eyes shrank, and the worry in his heart slowly dissipated.

This little girl is no ordinary person!

Leaving Ma Sichun to take care of Niu Heng's daughter Niu Xiaohui, the three of them came to the commercial street familiarly.

"Niu Qiang, I want to sell things on the commercial street, what do I need to pay attention to?" Zhang Yifeng asked.

"Well...... Ah, Yi Feng, the commercial street belongs to the jurisdiction of the Management Committee of the Administration, and you don't need to pay any fees to buy things in the commercial street, but if you want to set up a stall to sell materials, you need to pay more than 2 gray crystals to the Administration Bureau as a management fee. Niu Heng said what he knew.

"2 Gray Crystals a day, or 2 Gray Crystals a month?" Zhang Yifeng asked with concern.

"Well, it's 2 gray crystals a day, and if you pay 60 gray crystals at one time, the bureau will send someone to protect the paving and prevent others from using it."

"It's dark." Hearing Niu Heng's words, Zhang Yifeng muttered dissatisfiedly.

Although the management fee of the Authority is very expensive, Zhang Yifeng gave up in order to make a great profit, once again took out Ma Sichun's rations, went to the Authority under the leadership of Niu Heng, paid 2 gray crystals, and rented a sixth-class pavement.

The paving of the commercial street is divided into six grades, the first class frontage, the second class middle section, the third class street, the second floor of the fourth class street, the third floor of the fifth class street, and the fourth floor of the sixth class street.

The sixth-class stall rented by Zhang Yifeng is located at the end of the commercial street, and there are not many people buying anything in this area except for the survivors of the stalls.

"Damn, these bastards in the Authority, you don't do anything with money!"

Looking at the fourth floor of the deserted street, Zhang Yifeng felt that he had been deceived, but there was no way, who made the fists hard, and there was no place to reason if he beat you.

This bitter fruit, Zhang Yifeng could only break his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.

With the help of Liu Qiang and Zhang Yifeng, Zhang Yifeng put all the food sold on the stall, and all kinds of small snacks were dumbfounded.

"Yi Feng, these are all food, why do you just take them out and sell them?" Niu Heng said eagerly.

Zhang Yifeng smiled faintly and didn't speak, and Liu Qiang had an indifferent attitude.

Seeing that the two of them didn't think so, Niu Heng sighed lightly, he was really more popular than people, he worked hard for two bowls of relief meals, people are good, so many delicious foods, sell them casually.

But then, there are things that make Niu Heng even more speechless.

Zhang Yifeng only accepts paper money!

What is banknote?

In the real world it's money.

In the last days it is waste paper.

Niu Heng really wanted to ask Zhang Yifeng, are you stupid? But he is only Zhang Yifeng's subordinate, and he is not qualified to make irresponsible remarks, even if he is unwilling, he can only stand aside obediently.

Throughout the commercial street, you can see those selling clothes, shoes, knives, swords, and even guns, but you will never find one that sells food, so although the sixth-class stalls are inaccessible, in front of Zhang Yifeng's stalls, there are crowds of people.

More and more survivors heard the wind and surrounded layer after layer, but when they asked about the price, these survivors were dumbfounded.

"This man has a sick brain, right?"

That's what everyone thinks.

No matter how bitter these people are, Zhang Yifeng will not repent of his death, and he will go to the dark on the road of being a fool.

"How do you sell this can?"

"A jar of purple rice porridge costs 10,000 yuan."

"Where's this?"

"Two thousand pieces of chocolate."

"Can I buy it with Gray Crystal?"

"Not for sale."

This kind of conversation has happened countless times, the survivors gathered in front of the paving are going crazy, this guy is like a stone in a pit, smelly and hard, whatever you say, just don't loose, although the paper money is waste paper, but it is precisely because it is useless, no one cares, naturally it will not be carried on the body, and it is difficult to take it out.

"What kind of purple rice porridge is this that you sell?"

At this time, a guy with sharp ears and monkey cheeks squeezed through the crowd and asked Zhang Yifeng.

"Yes." Zhang Yifeng's face was happy, it seemed that the business had opened.

"I heard that you only accept paper money, how much is this jar?"

"Ten thousand."

"How much?" The young man's face was full of surprise, and he seemed a little incredulous.

Zhang Yifeng looked confused, this script is wrong, "10,000 yuan ......"

"You want to go crazy for money, the rice sold by the Materials Bureau is only 5 gray crystals and 1kg, 5,000 yuan, your small can, you can eat it for two or three days if you die, you want 10,000 yuan?"

"Uh." The young man's words caught Zhang Yifeng off guard, he originally thought that there was a shortage of food, and he could shout at will, but now it seems that the high-level officials of Yuncheng Base City have already thought ahead and formulated price standards in advance to curb prices.

Zhang Yifeng couldn't help but look at Niu Heng and asked him for confirmation, seeing Niu Heng nodding, Zhang Yifeng knew in his heart, he didn't think Niu Heng would deceive him.

"And how much do you say?"

"Five hundred yuan, if you sell it, I'll buy it." The young man said seemingly casually.