Wang Yan was a little embarrassed: "Sister Xia, this is their first time adding you, they might be afraid you'll try to trick them into telling them. Wait a minute, I'll use my account to say hello to them."

"No need. Those who want to come will come naturally, and those who don't want to come don't need to be forced." Xia Chuhe wasn't doing common, low-quality business, so there was no need to beg people.

On the contrary, there will be plenty of people begging her in the future.

The first live poultry exhibition is scheduled for three days from now.

During this period, Xia Chuhe harvested wheat once and then planted new wheat.

Most of the wheat harvested this time was used as feed for live poultry.

Xia Chuhe examined each of the eggs that were put in for incubation a few days ago by shining a light on them. Some eggs were clearly fertilized, while others that did not show any change were unfertilized.

The unfertilized eggs were sent by Xia Chuhe to Sister Li's food shop.

Just then, Sister Li invited a few people to the shop to eat cake.

Xia Chuhe didn't provide many eggs, and milk was also hard to come by, so Sister Li could only make a dozen or so palm-sized sponge cakes.

Lu Danggui held the palm-sized chicken cake and smelled it from all angles.

An unfamiliar sweet taste.

Lu Danggui has eaten very few foods, and doesn't know how to describe its sweet aroma. It just feels different from the roast duck and stewed chicken that Sister Li made before…

Lu Dangui stretched out a finger and pressed the sponge cake.

She pressed the sponge cake, creating a small dent, which then slowly bounced back.

A slight surprise appeared on Lu Dangui's usually composed face.

Wang Yan and Xia Bao'er didn't perform much better.

"Stop playing with it, it'll get hard when it cools down, it's not as good as when it's hot," Xia Chuhe reminded the group.

Lu Danggui took small bites of the sponge cake, slowly savoring its soft, fluffy texture as it danced between her lips and teeth.

"Delicious, so this is what cake tastes like." Lu Dangui looked at his greasy, sticky, and slippery hands.

"Go wash your hands, they're all oily," Xia Chuhe said as she went into the kitchen.

Xia Chuhe didn't like desserts before, but when she patiently explained the difference between sponge cake and regular cake to Lu Dangui, she suddenly realized that the desserts she used to think were ordinary were actually quite delicious.

"Sister Li, do the upper class raise cattle? Do they sell them?" Xia Chuhe started thinking about the milk.

"Forget it, I'm not selling." Sister Li put away the remaining sponge cakes; she wanted to keep these to enjoy slowly.

...

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

The first live poultry exhibition has begun.

Xin Diao drove the group to the abandoned safe house.

When they entered the abandoned safe house, there were already four people inside.

Wang Yan sent a message to Xia Chuhe reminding him that three of the four were smugglers, and only the one in the black robe was a stranger.

“Friend, are you going to the nearby colored stone base? We can take you there.” Wang Yan didn’t want to directly send the man away, so he changed his approach and tactfully suggested that the man in black leave.

The man in black robes glanced at the group, his gaze lingering briefly on Lu Dangui.

The man in black robes said in a low voice, "I'm not going. I want to rest here."

The voice of the man in black was androgynous; it sounded male, yet clear and melodious; it sounded female, yet deep and resonant.

Xia Chuhe sent a message to Wang Yan: Can you beat them?

Wang Yan was dumbfounded. If 03 were here, he could at least assess the opponent's combat strength. He couldn't do that.

Xia Chuhe discerned the answer from Wang Yan's reaction.

"It's alright, just set things up. Everyone is welcome to come."

Xia Chuhe ignored the man in black robes and took out iron cages containing chickens, ducks, geese and pigeons, as well as some pre-prepared display boards and other promotional materials from the farm.

The smugglers were not ignorant people. After Xia Chuhe gave a brief introduction on the adaptability of live poultry to the wasteland, the three smugglers were very interested, and the man in black robes kept his eyes on them.

Smuggler No. 1: "I read in ancient books that chickens eat various grains, vegetables, and small insects. I wonder if they eat devil worms?"

Xia Chuhe noted down the question: "Do you have any other questions? I will conduct experiments and tests when I get back, and answer them for you next time."

Number 1: "Aren't you selling anything this time?"

Xia Chuhe laughed and said, "How many of these live birds could you eat?"

When she says "eat," she doesn't mean to consume in the literal sense, but rather to purchase it as a commodity.

Number 1 looked at the other two, and seeing that they didn't respond, Number 1 held up five fingers: "Five...no, ten!"

Xia Chuhe only showed eight animals, one pair of males and one pair of females.

These smugglers may be mistaken; this is all there is to it.

Xia Chuhe raised an eyebrow: "Do you know how many I have here?"

Number 1 cautiously guessed: "Twenty? Thirty?"

Xia Chuhe smiled and shook his head, without answering.

The three smugglers' hearts instantly burned with excitement.

Xia Chuhe took the pigeon out of the coop, flicked his arm, and the pigeon took off, circled the safe house once, and then landed back on Xia Chuhe's arm.

"At the next exhibition, trading will officially begin. I have prepared some small gifts for everyone; all I need is for you to introduce me to some businesspeople."

Xia Chuhe explained the arrangement for bringing in more people and giving away pigeons: "The more the merrier. I've prepared ten pigeons for everyone. The more merchants you bring next time, the more free pigeons you'll receive. Don't worry, there will definitely be enough live poultry for everyone."

After the three smugglers left, the man in black robes suddenly spoke up: "Aren't you afraid that what they brought weren't smugglers, but just random people to make up the numbers?"

“Of course we need to test it out.” Xia Chuhe said patiently, “Fools don’t last long in this line of work. I think they should be able to distinguish between one deal and subsequent deals. If they can’t…”

Xia Chuhe shut up, implying that people who couldn't tell the difference had no chance of doing business with her.

The man in black pointed at the pigeons: "That little trinket on your arm is quite interesting. Can you sell me a pair?"

“I don’t have any points, but I think you might be interested in this.” The man in black robes handed Xia Chuhe a string of lanyards with several small trinkets attached to it.

The man in the black robe revealed his wrist from his long sleeves; he was not wearing a wristwatch.

Xia Chuhe took it; it was four keycaps strung together: Ctrl, C, Ctrl, and V.

Wang Yan whispered a reminder: "It looks like a special prop. We don't know if it's real. We need a professional to test it to know its function."

Xia Chuhe, with his back to the man in black robes, put the keycaps into the farm, and the farm sent him an envelope—

One-time use item copy-paste detected. You can copy and paste any item, but the pasted item is a fake and can only be used a few times (depending on the item pasted).

nice one.

Xia Chuhe made a judgment immediately.

She picked out two healthy, plump pigeons, a male and a female, from the farm: "Deal."