Capítulo 6: Town Market
"A very interesting settlement!"
Zhou Yuanqiang read a sentence, and suddenly thought of something, and said in confusion: "This settlement has been established for more than four years, 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, even if the harvest is low, it will be enough to feed and clothe, right? How did it fall to this point today?"
Chen Xun'an, who had been silent all the time, took over the conversation and said: "Do you think they can farm peacefully without a management organization? I'm afraid that before the day of maturity, they will be killed by others. If they kill them, the fruits of their labor will become someone else's."
"But...but..." Zhou Yuanqiang couldn't figure it out. "If the managers of the wasteland settlements can organize people from outside and turn the land outside into arable land, even if they only cultivate it for one year, all the people can eat for at least one or two years, and there will be no more famine. Isn't that great?"
Mu Gushan said lightly: "There is no reason, it's just an art of ruling." The rulers are always the coldest group of people. For a purpose, they can let thousands of people die. To them, all this is just a set of numbers. After hearing Mu Gushan's art of ruling, Zhou Yuanqiang fell 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. 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 street whispering about business. In short, here, you will never see a trace of the end of the world. Even driven by the huge windmill outside the town, the town has always maintained sufficient living energy. Some shops can still hear music, calling for business.
Here, it is considered to be completely inside the town. Qiu Guorui looked at Zhou Yuanqiang and said, "This is all I can help you with. I believe that your chances of survival in the town will be much better than in the refugee camp outside."
Qiu Guorui and his friends didn't have any friendship with Zhou Yuanqiang. Being able to do this, they are already rare good people in the end times. So facing Qiu Guorui's intention to drive him away, Zhou Yuanqiang didn't feel dissatisfied. He 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. As a modern person, he wanted to give each person a can of beef as a thank you gift. But Zhou Yuanqiang finally held back, carrying the sack and turning around to melt into the street. It's not that he is ungrateful, but the human nature in the end times is too complicated. Maybe Qiu Guorui and his men are not the kind of people who kill and rob, but it doesn't mean that other people who know won't. Based on the principle of caution, Zhou Yuanqiang still didn't send out these canned beef.
"Brother Qiu, Brother Mu, I will repay you when I have a chance..."
Zhou Yuanqiang understands the difficulty of entering the town. Look at the 70,000 or 80,000 refugees in the refugee camp outside. They have no passes and no guarantors. They can only eat and live outside. Their lives are not guaranteed and their lives are threatened at any time. As long as you understand these, you will know that this favor is not just a small favor.
As the crowd moved around, Zhou Yuanqiang seemed confused. He knew that this place was different from the first time, where he could drink whatever he wanted. If he was not careful, being robbed was still a small matter, but if he lost his life here, he would lose a lot.
Intelligence is extremely important at any time, and no one dares to ignore its role. Zhou Yuanqiang is not a fool. After knowing the cruelty of the end of the world, he did not find a place to sell, but just wandered around the town with a sack on his back, observing the goods in the 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.
The things in the town can be said to be varied, from screws to cars, from food to arms. The branch of history is 2020, which is only a 10-year gap for the modern times where Zhou Yuanqiang lives. All kinds of technology are almost the same and have not changed much. Therefore, all kinds of electrical appliances sold in the town are brands familiar to Zhou Yuanqiang, giving Zhou Yuanqiang a sense of familiarity.
There are many vendors on the street. The things they sell are generally rare items, such as some out-of-print cigarettes and alcohol, all of which are obtained by adventure in villages, towns and even cities occupied by zombies. These things are not very useful to them, but they are good things for the upper class. Generally, red wine is enough to exchange for several days of food. The better Wuliangye can even be exchanged for ten days or half a month of food.
The staple food of the desert settlement is mashed potatoes and sweet potato mash. Here, one kilogram of rice can often be exchanged for more than ten kilograms or even more potatoes or sweet potatoes.
The storage time of canned food is a problem. In more than five years, except for some accidental reasons, it can be preserved. Zhou Yuanqiang observed for a while and could hardly see the existence of canned food. The occasional bacon is the most sought-after goods in the entire market and is snapped up in an instant.
As Zhou Yuanqiang knows, the currency used for transactions here is mainly gold and crystals, and a few will be traded. For the purchasing power of crystals, white crystals are not valuable and can only buy limited things. The purchasing power of blue crystals is several times that of white crystals, not to mention the green crystals that are a level higher than blue crystals.
After spending more than half an hour in the market in the town, Zhou Yuanqiang basically understood the price dynamics here and customized a price that suited the market for his canned beef.
However, Zhou Yuanqiang was not in a hurry. It was only near noon, and he still had plenty of time to sell the canned beef. He avoided the people on the street and first entered a small alley beside the street. He pretended to drain the water, but he put most of the canned food in the sack into the newly opened storage space. There were only a few cans left in the bag, and then he walked out of the alley with satisfaction.
Zhou Yuanqiang casually strolled in front of a street vendor. On the rag in front of him, there were two AK47s. The paint on the butt was almost gone, revealing the wooden structure. In addition, next to the two AK47s was a brand new 95-type rifle, which was emitting a faint smell of ink.
The stall owner was a tall and thin man. When he saw Zhou Yuanqiang staring at the 95-type rifle on his stall with shining eyes, he knew immediately that there was business coming. The stall owner picked up the Type 95 rifle and started to talk nonsense: "Brother, I'm not bragging, the quality of this gun is absolutely not to be underestimated."
"Look at the broken guns all over the street, and then look at this Type 95 in my hand. You don't have to think about it, you can also know the difference."
"Ha... Brother, you are very lucky. This gun is a new gun that just came off the production line. I also got it from the arsenal with my connections and spent a lot of effort. How about it? If you are satisfied, you can take 5 blue crystals?"
Zhou Yuanqiang knew that the price was not expensive, but it was not cheap either. The key was that he didn't have any experience. Crystals are used to pay, so... He smiled awkwardly, shook his head and said, "I don't have any crystals!"
The stall owner didn't care, squinted his eyes, and said, "Where's the gold?"
"I don't have any gold either!"
The stall owner was anxious, "Food, you should have food, right? Give me 200 kilograms of potatoes, and this gun is yours."
Zhou Yuanqiang shook his head, "I don't have any food either."
"Damn, bad luck, I met a poor guy." The stall owner's originally kind and enthusiastic expression disappeared, and he pushed Zhou Yuanqiang who was blocking his stall away, and said angrily, "There's nothing, what are you looking at? Go away, go away, don't interfere with my business..."
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