At this moment, she was waving her arms back and forth, directing the movers:

"Those small boxes are my luggage. Please be gentle with them and put them all in the master bedroom on the second floor. As for the others, you can put them directly in the living room on the first floor until my boyfriend arrives."

As the woman was talking, she turned around and saw He Xiaobei standing not far away. Seeing that she came out from the next yard, she immediately looked her up and down with a bad look, and then suddenly said:

"The same to you?"

He Xiaobei was stunned for a moment, confused by her incoherent words.

But the other party's attitude was obviously unfriendly, so she was too lazy to pay attention to him, so she picked up Lightning, got on her red Vespa and rode away.

There was a small bucket in the basket in front of the motorcycle. There were some ice cubes in the bucket, and more than twenty kinds of flowers were stuck on it. Lightning squatted on the pedal, and the wind blew He Xiaobei's hair backwards while the motorcycle was driving.

The man and the cat were not affected at all by the woman just now. They rode to the center of the trading market humming all the way.

She paid a stall fee of 1 point and followed the staff's instructions. She quickly found the stall assigned to her, which was a small grid of about 2 square meters drawn on the ground with white lines.

He Xiaobei didn't care about these things. He parked the motorcycle behind the stall and then placed the small bucket of flowers on the ground.

A small folding chair was also placed on the ground. The man and the cat sat there and began to observe the surroundings, trying to find something new to watch. From time to time, they opened the thermos and took a sip of ice water.

Flowers are considered a rare commodity at this time, but most people here are just looking to fill their stomachs, so almost no one comes to ask the price.

The wealthy people on the top of the mountain hardly come here to visit. They would rather stay in the air-conditioned room on hot days.

The few people squatting in front of the stall were mostly there to see He Xiaobei's appearance and try to strike up a conversation by buying flowers.

When He Xiaobei saw this, he didn't even look at them, and just said two words:

“Not for sale.”

"Why not? Isn't this stall for selling things?"

"I'm happy to do that."

Basically, after just a few words, the other party would be extremely angry with her.

Anyway, this is in the base and there are supervisions in the market. No one dares to make trouble. Even if someone does, she is not afraid. She is so tough.

Thinking of this, He Xiaobei sat on the chair and smacked his lips with some regret:

It had been a while since she'd practiced shooting, and she didn't dare act rashly in this base. She'd wait a while until she got bored and could go out for a stroll. She hoped to meet some kind people like last time.

Having probably seen enough of the hustle and bustle around her, she stood up, put the lightning and the bucket into the basket, and started pushing her motorcycle around the market.

The people in the base are relatively pragmatic. There aren't as many things as in the previous trading market in S City, so it seems a bit boring, but there are more people.

After strolling for a while, she saw a stall with only a piece of cloth about one square meter in size, with the word "tailor" embroidered on it.

Behind the stall was a woman in her early forties. She had a very good temperament and the clothes she was wearing were obviously exquisitely made, which made her very happy.

Nowadays, almost everyone buys ready-made clothes directly, and few people come to make clothes, so there is no one in front of the stall.

He Xiaobei has been thinking about this for a long time and has always wanted to find a professional to make some clothes for Lightning.

She looked at the words on the cloth carefully again. Although she was not proficient in this area, she could tell that the embroidery should be good.

So I squatted down and started talking to people:

"I want to make some clothes for my cat. I'll provide the fabric. What's the price?"

The woman saw someone asking for the price and couldn't hide her surprise. She glanced at the lightning in the basket:

"It depends on what you want to make. If it's just a simple piece of clothing, without any designs or other decorations, it's 5 points per piece. If you need to add some other elements, you have to pay extra. It depends on your requirements."

He Xiaobei's first reaction was, is there such a good thing? However, she remained calm:

"I don't really understand. How about I just make two simple ones first? Once I'm satisfied with them, I can decide whether to do the rest."

The woman naturally agreed. He Xiaobei directly made an appointment with her to meet here again tomorrow night and give the fabric to her then.

The next night, the woman took the fabric and measured Lightning's various sizes, looking very professional.

During the chat, she also learned that the woman's name was Hu Yansheng, and she was a well-known fashion designer before the apocalypse. However, this skill was really of no use in the apocalypse, at least in the early days of the apocalypse.

The clothes were ready in just one day, and Lightning was very satisfied with his new clothes. They were much better than the terrible things his owner had made.

Especially when compared with the great designers, the clothes made by the master are just a piece of cloth draped over the body.

Seeing Lightning's happy expression, He Xiaobei immediately added ten more sets of clothes, five sets each for winter and summer, and told Ms. Hu that she could design and improve them by herself.

Hu Yansheng was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling, not only because she could make money, but also because her skills could be put to good use again.

It took Ms. Hu a whole week to make the ten pieces of clothing this time, and as agreed, they were delivered directly to her villa area.

These clothes are not only beautiful in style but also unique in character:

Some garments are meticulously embroidered with simple yet elegant patterns; others are cleverly embellished with cute and playful bows, imbuing the entire garment with a sense of spirit. Even more surprising, some garments even feature dainty pockets, offering both practicality and chic. Such ingenuity is truly commendable!

Each piece is unique, beautiful without being exaggerated. He Xiaobei was very satisfied and gave points very generously. In the end, he gave Ms. Hu a total of 150 points for the ten pieces of clothing.

She couldn't let go of such a talent easily. She had plenty of points anyway, so it would be best to let Hu Yansheng work for her all the time.

So He Xiaobei took out a large pile of curtain fabrics and asked Hu Yansheng to measure the sizes and make all the fabrics into curtains.

Not only does she make curtains, she also has plenty of fabrics to make clothes. What woman can resist beautiful clothes?

Hu Yansheng was also ecstatic. He Xiaobei was not only her long-term meal ticket, but also her real breadwinner. She was also very serious in her work.

After sending the people away, He Xiaobei looked at the points in the card at the base and went out again.

This time she brought back a whole cart of rice, still the cheap stuff she bought before the end of the world.

But in the end times, it doesn’t matter whether the rice is cheap or expensive. As long as it is pure rice, the base will recycle it at 14 points per kilogram, and finally exchange it for points.