"Entrance fee!" For nearly two hours, Zheng Yifan arrived at the main entrance of the base. He took out a cigarette and threw it into the small box next to the guard.

The name of the base is Xiaofeng Base, the name is painted crookedly with white paint on the big iron gate at the main entrance, the gate of more than three meters high is more than 20 factory gates stacked together, next to it is the city wall of three meters and five high, the city wall is more than two meters thick, and it is half a circle around this gathering place, and the south of the gathering place is nearly 2,700 acres of land, raising more than 400,000 people.

It was originally a well-known and wealthy village, but it was captured by Zhang Xiao, the leader of the Howling Wind Base, and became a survivor base. Matching this is the entire village's thousands of acres of fields, which have been planted with sweet potatoes and sweet potatoes.

Nowadays, the laws of the whole world have changed in an instant, and every qiē has been reshuffled, and the law of the jungle is more respected, and almost all those who can survive are strong, even those old people or children who are attached to various survival bases are not ordinary people. They all escaped from the mouths of the zombies, and each of them didn't mind having the blood of their own kind on their hands.

When you enter the Howling Wind base, you will be greeted by rows of three-story buildings. At the top of the three-storey building, there are also tin rooms. These tin houses are only inhabited by the poorest of the poor.

The price of the house depends on the distance from the center of the gathering place, and the closer to the center, the more expensive the price.

The last time Zheng Yifan traded, he had already walked around the Grand View Garden like Grandma Liu, and he was familiar with everything except the most central inner city, and now he was dumping the goods he brought.

As for the clothes on his body, they were no different from those who went out to hunt in the dust, a mud-stained suit, a pair of whitish jeans, and a pair of dusty tourist shoes.

One qiē and one qiē are all confused.

That's what he carefully prepared. Only in this way can you reduce the amount of attention you are paying attention to.

"Sir, do you need to sell your loot? Our Tianfu grocery store will give you a fair price. ”

"This gentleman."

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After seeing Zheng Yifan's outfit, a group of more than a dozen people surrounded Zheng Yifan, wanting to sell his own things.

"I'm sorry! Our team has its own shop pù, sorry, sorry. "These are the second-tier dealers, and their main customers are people who go out to find supplies on their own.

It's good to have one or two things in everyone's hands.

As for Zheng Yifan, the backpack he brought back was definitely carefully selected, and when the mysterious storage space had not yet been opened, he could only make a profit through the simple method of guò.

Walking forward about 400 meters, it used to be a large market specializing in wholesale agricultural and sideline products in villages and towns, covering an area of several thousand square meters.

It's now the place where all the search teams out there fight the zombies sell their loot.

As soon as you enter the gate, you can see the huge hall, which is crowded with countless people constantly looking for what they need in front of each stall.

Especially those stalls selling grain, everyone keeps staring at the grain and food, but unfortunately, even if they run out of saliva, they are rarely willing to buy a little.

Even potatoes and sweet potatoes grown on their own land are supplied to the fighters in the gathering area, where it is said that there are more than 10,000 fighters, and only if they are adequately nourished can they ensure the safety of the gathering place.

Others, on the other hand, simply don't have access to enough food.

2,700 acres of land can only feed the diet of tens of thousands of people, and without non-staple foods, grain consumption will be even more rapid. If such a small amount of food is scattered in the gathering place of 400,000 people, it can barely hang the lives of most people.

In the market, food, ignition tools, and salt have become the most sought-after things, and cold weapons have become a sought-after luxury.

"Uncle Bo! Bring me a booth! Zheng Yifan went to the management office at the door and handed over half a box of cigarettes.

Behind the counter at the entrance, a big bald head with sleepy eyes took out a wooden sign from the drawer of the counter and put it on the table, and then carefully checked the half box of cigarettes, and then stuffed it into the prepared wooden box with satisfaction.

"Close the stall before 5 o'clock in the evening!" Then Uncle Bo closed his eyes and continued to fall asleep there.

One hundred and seventy-nine, looking at the sign in his hand, Zheng Yifan smiled slightly. He had already inquired about it, and he would often give a better spot for serving tobacco here as a booth fee.

Uncle Nabo counted on these loose cigarettes every day to earn some living expenses.

Tobacco has become a luxury, and it is a full hard commodity here, and Zheng Yifan brought two whole cigarettes here this time. Nowadays, those who can spend on the trading floor are also the rich in the gathering place.

Of course, it's not expensive tobacco, it's all Hongta Mountain, in this world, I don't know if there is such a cigarette, but no one here explores this kind of thing, as long as they can smoke it, even if it's a grass stalk, they don't care.

No. 179, closer to the main entrance, has a lot of traffic, and most of the things sold are relatively neat and rare.

Dried blood could be seen on the ground, and there was a black-gray liquid flowing from the gutters on both sides, and I didn't know what it was, but the smell was quite pungent.

This stall is directly in front of the market, the best location, and the things sold are naturally the most expensive, the most of which is grain, and even the occasional person has a few cans of canned food on the wooden table of the stall.

That's already an extremely extravagant thing. Only the big people in the gathering place are willing to eat a can once in a while.

"Hey! Dude, what's the good stuff? If there is smoke, I will exchange the box with you with these two silver carp. The stall owner at number 180 on the left looked at the time of the electronic watch in his hand, and his face was full of flattery.

It was already past two o'clock in the afternoon, and it wasn't long before the stall closed, and the fishmonger obviously wanted to call it a day.

Zheng Yifan opened his backpack and first took out two pieces of Hongtashan with a signature pen to smear the origin and date, and then a bag of pure white salt and sugar, which were all bulk goods bought in the vegetable market, without any packaging. Finally, I started to take the cans out of the cans.

The fish vendor on the left has his mouth slowly open enough to fit an egg, and on the other side, the small vendors who have been selling bits and pieces from the rubble are even brighter.

These things are too dazzling here, and it is difficult to see a team with so many gains in ten days and half a month.

Salt and sugar, how long have they not been tainted with a little, ten days? One month? Or a year? They have long forgotten the taste of the seasoning. Only a small amount of salt can be obtained from the junk food that used to cost a few cents a bag in the supermarket before the end of the world.

Those tobaccos are the favorites of the bigwigs in the gathering place, as long as one is sent, it is almost a relationship with them, and you can walk sideways in the entire gathering place.

As for canned food, only a few people led by Zhang Xiao can taste it often, and those people below are already monstrous lucky to be able to share a bite with a few people in ten days and half a month.

"Little brother! Bring me a box of cigarettes, I'll exchange these two silver carp with you, more than 30 catties. Pack your team to eat a mouthful of oil at night. Looking at those two cigarettes, the saliva of the fish seller came out.

It is not easy to go out fishing, although the fish in the water are not infected by the virus, but they are more fierce and strong than before, and there are not enough tools to want to fish, it is necessary to fight with life.

There are not many people who have been dragged into the water by fish and drowned. Hitting the head and bleeding every day.

"No, I don't want fish, what's the use of that? Only sell mourning crystals, and don't do anything else. Zheng Yifan glanced at the hawker and said to the crowd that gradually gathered around him.

You can return to the peaceful and peaceful world at any time, who needs those two fish to eat? Zheng Yifan, who eats and drinks, is not worried at all.