This market covers a considerable area, probably tens of thousands of square meters, but it is extremely rudimentary.

The outer walls were made of old wooden planks and wire, and were not even as good as the old farmhouses' pigsties and chicken coops.

It doesn't even have a roof; it's completely open-air.

Even so, the market was extremely lively.

The stalls were scattered and crooked, just like the maze-like layout of the shantytown.

Some of the stalls looked quite legitimate, with burly men armed with guns guarding them; they were clearly stalls belonging to powerful groups.

These stalls also have a wide variety of goods.

More often than not, there was just a tattered rag on the ground with a few items on it.

The stall owners all looked haggard.

But their eyes were extremely sharp, constantly and vigilantly scanning everything around them.

Like a cheetah poised to pounce.

The market was filled with a wide variety of goods, but most of them were old, worn, and incomplete.

Worn-out knives, rusty tools, expired medicines, worn-out clothes...

Almost anything that might be useful is displayed here as a commodity.

Occasionally you can see some food and condiments, but these items are all tightly protected by the stall owners.

Almost everything sold was written on a signboard, so you could rarely see the actual food.

The crowd was bustling and chaotic.

Some were dressed in rags, and their eyes were always darting around as they carefully observed everything in their vicinity.

Others were neatly dressed, carrying weapons, and walked with their heads held high and chests puffed out.

The members of those forces, in groups of three or five, acted tyrannically and domineeringly.

If a stall blocks their way, they ignore it and simply step over it.

Some people have bad tempers and will even yell at the stall owner.

......

Su Ziyu had already climbed off Jiang Wu's back, and was now holding Jiang Wu's arm, carefully observing everything around her.

She learned from Sister Fei Ming the importance of opening this market.

Therefore, he is very concerned about the large market he is about to open.

We traveled along the way, stopping and starting frequently.

We arrived at a stall piled high with old car parts, run by a few thin men.

Jiang Wu casually picked up a car door that had been removed from the vehicle and asked, "How much for this?"

"Sir, two catties of rice will do." The stall owner secretly sized up Jiang Wu and his companion, a fawning smile on his face.

Jiang Wu examined the thing in his hand; it was rusted beyond recognition. He asked doubtfully, "What can this thing do?"

The stall owner chuckled and said, "Grandpa, this has many uses. For example, it can be made into a shield or a door."

Jiang Wu said irritably, "It's rusted like this, it would have been kicked to pieces by now, wouldn't it?"

Another stall owner said with a smile, "Grandpa, if it were newer, it would cost more than two pounds of rice."

Jiang Wu glanced at the other goods on the stall; they were all salvaged from old vehicles.

Anything made of metal, even a small piece of iron that looks completely useless, was used as merchandise.

No wonder there's nothing to see on the highway here.

Jiang Wu then casually picked up a small box of rusty iron nails that had been dismantled and asked, "What about these? How much are they?"

"If you need it, one pound of rice will do."

Jiang Wu asked casually, "You're going through so much trouble to sell all this stuff, and you can't even sell much rice. Why don't you go outside and find supplies? Wouldn't that be much better than guarding this pile of junk?"

One of the stall owners said with a smile, "Grandpa, these things are pretty good. At least they're made of metal, so they can be made into self-defense weapons."

Jiang Wu said irritably, "That's not the point of my question."

Another stall owner laughed and said, "Grandpa, we used to be able to go outside, but now there are many powerful zombies outside, and the mortality rate is very high. It takes many people to unite together. If we encounter fast-moving zombies, having many people is useless; we can only rely on human lives to fill the gaps."

"Yes, and the safe areas that are accessible have already been looted, so it's pointless to go there."

"A while ago..."

The stall owners were easy to talk to, and they all told Jiang Wu what he wanted to know.

The emergence of evolved zombies, especially Type II evolved zombies, has brought an extremely high mortality rate to survivors who venture out to explore.

By now, ordinary survivors are too afraid to go out.

Furthermore, the base now has regulations that prohibit ordinary people from leaving the base at will.

Avoid luring zombies or monsters to this part of the base.

If you want to go outside to find supplies, you can only wait for those forces to organize search teams and then sign up to apply to go in.

Then we acted in unison.

Of course, in this situation, the forces that obtain the supplies will take 50%, and the forces guarding the city gates will take 20%.

The remaining 30% was allocated to ordinary people who signed up to join the search team.

The rich get richer and the poor get poorer.

Moreover, those who died were mostly ordinary people without any powerful protection.

......

Jiang Wu took a Snickers bar out of his pocket and tossed it to one of the vendors.

The stall owner quickly hid the Snickers bar in his clothes and looked around warily.

Two other stall owners gathered around this stall owner, one of whom smiled obsequiously and said, "Thank you, sir."

Jiang Wu nodded.

Then he held Su Ziyu's hand and strolled around the market.

Walking through this market feels like searching for treasure in a garbage dump.

Even a bar of soap that's only the size of a thumb can be sold as a commodity.

The most sought-after items are cigarettes, alcohol, betel nuts, and the like.

Major powers have also put up signs directly, seeking to purchase cigarettes, alcohol, and weapons.

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