A group of people, shuttling between many tents, came to the trading ground under the leadership of Sun Bairen after a long time, if it weren't for Shen Chen holding a long sword in his hand on the road, it is estimated that those people on the road would have grabbed the opportunity.

What greeted Shen Chen's eyes was a small playground, with stalls messily placed on the playground, filled with all kinds of things.

There are cooking pots and rice cookers, computers and mobile phones, as well as various hardware and electrical appliances, various daily necessities such as toothbrushes and soap, as well as all kinds of clothes, and even in some hidden corners, there are women who do not dry their hands and grab signs that say "a steamed bun for a night", and even Shen Chen saw someone like a person who sold his body in a costume TV series, with a straw stuck in the back of his head, sitting dejectedly.

Along the way, Shen Chen's ears came from time to time, "The latest down jacket, just a steamed bun." "Laptops, iPhones are on sale! Just half a steamed bun. "Clearance sale, all as long as half a steamed bun" and other shouts.

Among these sellers, there are many "senior white-collar workers" with famous brands, but all of them have sallow faces and look weak. Seeing someone coming, there was some hope in his gloomy eyes. But these things may have been very valuable in the past, but they are dispensable for people now, and they don't have enough to eat. There were a lot of people rushing to and fro, but there were few people stopping in front of the stalls.

Seeing the symbols of civilization in the past, the prices of only a few steamed buns were marked one by one, and Shen Chen's heart was heavy with an indescribable taste.

But Shen Chen understands that in the last days, the most important thing is survival, and culture and the like have become dispensable.

"Alas~!" Shen Chen sighed, shook his head, and wandered between the stalls.

He led the group to a stall selling cutlery.

The stall owner's family, Shen Chen, stood in front of his stall, and suddenly sat up from the ground with a spirit and looked at everyone eagerly.

"Whatever the bosses want, just pick!"

In the past two days, Shen Chen and they didn't even have anything to eat, and when he asked Zhao Xiaoqian early in the morning what they wanted to change, they all said that they wanted to change some cooking utensils.

"Let's see and pick for ourselves!" Shen Chen looked at everyone and said.

Hearing Shen Chen's words, several people were also unceremoniously picking and picking in the stall.

Just as a few people were busy picking up, a few things on the side of the stall caught Shen Chen's attention, which were a few marching lunch boxes and a few sets of portable tableware.

Walk over and pick up the lunch box and play with it, the shape of this lunch box is the same as the old-fashioned tea jar, with a handle, except that it is not round but oval, and the middle is concave and arc-shaped.

I tried it hard with my hand, but the lunch box didn't look deformed at all.

"The boss is so sunny, this lunch box is an authentic army item, strong and durable and easy to carry." Seeing Shen Chen holding the lunch box and studying it again, the boss studied it and hurriedly came up to sell it.

"Oh! Is it? Shen Chen looked at him and said.

Seeing Shen Chen's questioning, the boss didn't talk nonsense, picked up a stone on the ground, picked up a lunch box and smashed it hard, and the stone shattered into both sides with a bang, and the lunch box was not damaged at all.

The man handed the lunch box to Shen Chen, "Boss, look! ”

Shen Chen took it and took a look, and saw that there was only a little paint off the lunch box.

"Hmmm! Yes, I want a few of your lunch boxes," Shen Chen pointed to the portable tableware on the ground and continued, "But I have to give me a few sets of this." ”

Hearing Shen Chen's words, the boss had a happy look on his face, and he agreed, afraid that Shen Chen would regret it, so he turned out all the only five military lunch boxes on the ground, and grabbed a handful of portable tableware on the ground and packed them together, and put them next to Shen Chen.

At this time, there were already a lot of things under Shen Chen's feet, all of which were found by Zhao Xiaoqian and the three of them, including iron pots, frying pans, casseroles for soup, plates, bowls and chopsticks, as well as a stove with alcohol, and of course a few barrels of alcohol, fortunately, they also knew that electricity was useless now, and they didn't take those products that used electricity, otherwise Shen Chen couldn't stand it!

And the boss on the side saw what everyone was doing, and his face turned red with excitement.

"Boss, how much?" Shen Chen asked.

"I'll do the math!" said that the boss began to count the things they took Shen Chen.

Not long after, the boss stood up and exhaled, suppressed his excitement, and said tremblingly: "A thirteen and a half steamed buns, that half steamed buns are exempt, a total of thirteen steamed buns." ”

Hearing the boss's price, Shen Chen turned his head to look at Sun Bairen on the side, and saw him nodding to indicate that the boss did not cheat him.

"Such a boss, we don't have so many steamed buns, but we have rice, do you think it's okay?"

When he heard Shen Chen's first half of the sentence, the excited expression on the boss's face froze a little, but when he heard the second half of his sentence, he was stunned on the spot.

"Can't you?" Shen Chen asked.

"No... No... Of course you can, three pounds... If you don't have two catties of rice, you will take all of them. "The boss spoke a little incoherently.

Seeing that the boss agreed, Shen Chen glanced at Li Jun, and Li Jun immediately took out two black bags from the backpack behind him and handed them over.

Last night, Zhao Xiaoqian had already packed the remaining rice according to the amount of one catty, in addition to the two catties that were sent, plus what they ate, and now there are twelve and a half catties, a total of thirteen bags.

Shen Chen estimated that they would leave about five catties for themselves, and the rest could be exchanged.

The boss took the bag, opened it and looked at it, and it was indeed filled with white rice, and immediately laughed, and put it on the scale next to it, just two catties.

"The payment is clear, these are all yours." Turning their heads to look at Shen Chen, they said with a smile.

After speaking, he took out a suitcase, helped Shen Chen pack all the things into it, and carefully blocked it with a foam bag, and handed over the suitcase to Li Jun.

"Bosses, this suitcase will be given to you, please visit us in the future."

Everyone said goodbye to the boss and continued to hang out.

Suddenly, Shen Chen's eyes lit up, and he saw a small stall with many knives, and there were a few people picking and choosing there next to him. Thinking of his own people, he had weapons to defend himself, so he planned to buy two for Li Jun and them for self-defense. Shen Chen turned around and called Zhao Xiaoqian and the three of them, and walked towards the weapon stall.

The owner of the arms stall is a middle-aged man, with a beard, a blue overalls on his upper body, and a washed white jeans on his lower body, a safety hat, and a scarf around his neck, showing the special bearded man.