Feeling that this thing should be regarded as an antique-like item, Zhao Zhuo felt that it would be of some use, so he put it in his pocket. After kicking the surrounding dirt uneasily, and nothing else was visible, Zhao Zhuo hurriedly turned around, carried the shovel that was broken in two, crawled out of the hole, and ran towards the huge firecracker insect that was already wriggling and wanted to escape.

Just as people need to breathe when they fight and punch, the "firecracker" airflow of firecracker insects also needs time to condense and ventilate. According to Zhao Zhuo's understanding, this process may last about five minutes. In other words, before this firecracker insect made that deafening cannon sound again and escaped with the help of the air current, Zhao Zhuo had five minutes to deal with this guy.

This is quite a headache for Zhao Zhuo.

Because of the hard shell of the firecracker bug, with his existing tools, he can't help the other party at all! Moreover, he does not have a corresponding container to place the other party! God can see mercy, such a worm is 30 centimeters long, no matter what kind of container, it can't hold it! What's more, it also has such a powerful fart storage zài.

Looking at the shovel in his hand, which seemed to be very weak, Zhao Zhuo couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

With the mentality of giving it a try, he quickly stepped forward to catch up with the firecracker bugs, raised his shovel and slapped it at the other party's body!

With a "dang bang", the shovel was bounced up by the anti-shock, and the whole arm was numb because of the anti-shock, and then looked at the firecracker insect as the target of the attack, but it was completely like a nobody, still "wriggling" and "wriggling" and crawling forward.

Sighing, Zhao Zhuo was a little at a loss.

Such a big firecracker bug is absolutely unprecedented. It's worth at least fifty ordinary firecracker bugs. Zhao Zhuo didn't want to give up the baby in front of him.

But how do you catch it?

He looked up at the sky, his gaze sliding down the gray sky until he landed on his backpack in the distance.

There isn't much hot water left to catch firecracker bugs, but it should be enough.

"I just don't know if they can collect dead firecracker bugs?" Zhao Zhuo held the water cup and said to himself.

"Whatever. Even if you can't sell it, you can still make soup and drink it when you drag it back. ”

As he spoke, he caught up with the firecracker insect step by step, unscrewed the water cup, and poured hot water on the other party.

Although it lives in such an extreme north, judging from its hibernation habits, it is clear that the firecracker insect is not a hardy creature. In such a cold weather, the contrast of suddenly pouring hot water on it, and then quickly cooling down with the hot water and turning into ice water or even freezing, is definitely not a good thing for firecracker insects.

As it turned out, Zhao Zhuo did guess correctly.

Not long after pouring hot water, a thin layer of ice has formed on the body of the firecracker insects, and the firecracker insects, which were already squirming very slowly due to the low temperature around them, finally stopped running for their lives and lay motionless on the ground.

"Whew! It's not easy. With a long sigh of relief, Zhao Zhuo seemed to have done something earth-shattering, and his heart was full of a sense of accomplishment.

After packing his things, he stuffed the frozen popsicle worm into his backpack, picked it up, and after identifying the direction, he headed towards the eighth clock area of the mire area.

According to the distribution of clocks, the eighth clock area is naturally another area next to the seventh clock area. What is special is that compared with the purely residential area like the Seventh Clock District, the Eighth Clock District can be said to be the most lively and prosperous place in the entire quagmire area.

The prosperity here is relative to the entire quagmire slum.

Because, according to a very ancient custom of the Confederals to pass down by word of mouth, "eight" is often associated with "", so the eighth clock district is the easiest place to make money in the whole quagmire.

In short, this is the market trading area for the entire quagmire area.

No matter how poor the place, there are also businessmen who save zài. And where there are merchants, there is a market, and there is trade.

In a ghetto like the Swamp, the Commonwealth currency has nothing to do with the dying charm it has in the outside world. In fact, coins aren't even fart in the swamp. People here only recognize things, not money. They would rather believe in real barter than in paper notes that are full of pictures of the surrender of a certain federal president, which may have something to do with the fact that the federal president had never been to the slums, and claimed that this would have changed dramatically if the federal president had been willing to visit the slums himself.

Later, the economist was "already" to be admitted to a psychiatric hospital.

All in all, the phenomenon of bartering in the swamp has not changed in any way with the changing president's portrait on the federal currency. The accumulation of long-term behavior has completely become the only form of trade in the quagmire area. Here, a loaf of bread is worth a whole stack of bills.

And in the mud swamp area, bread is definitely the hardest hard currency.

In this underground world, the land area is so tight that there is no place to build a food factory, and there are no crops that can survive in the dark underground world. Therefore, being able to eat even a slice of black bread is a very luxurious and happy thing for people in the quagmire area.

In a word, as long as you have bread, you can walk sideways in the eighth clock zone!

Zhao Zhuo carried his bag and shuttled through the crowd, trying to identify his surroundings while vigilantly watching out for the people around him. He was looking for the acquisition point with a special logo - the firecracker insect acquisition agency named Xinghua.

Every time he sees this institution, Zhao Zhuo always unconsciously associates himself with the "Xinghua District" in his mind, although he knows that this is impossible, he still thinks like this. At one point, he even wanted to trade a loaf of bread and those "Xinghua" staff members for information about the true identity of their organization. The result, of course, was blown away by the other party as a fool.

was struggling to squeeze forward, Zhao Zhuo's face suddenly changed, he reached out and grabbed back, and suddenly turned his head to look behind him.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy with a dark face was looking at Zhao Zhuo with a slight panic. His hand was stretched out in the bag that Zhao Zhuo was carrying at this time, clutching the bottle containing firecracker insects. And Zhao Zhuo's hand grabbed his wrist tightly.

"You ......" just wanted to speak, but the young man in front of him suddenly became difficult, and instead of struggling to escape, he raised his leg and kicked towards Zhao Zhuo!

Stealing can't be done, he actually wants to use force to rob!

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