The man seemed disappointed after hearing this, and obviously felt that one hundred pounds was too little.

He said, "For this amount, I can give you a chicken, or twenty pieces of this linen, or five pieces of the best bleached and finely processed linen."

Before, twenty kilograms of sweet potatoes could only be exchanged for half a piece of cloth, but now one hundred kilograms can be exchanged for twenty pieces of cloth. Lin Man secretly calculated that the price had increased eightfold.

She has been growing sweet potatoes for about eighty days to date, and has harvested about eight batches of sweet potatoes. Because the scale is not very large, there are only two to three thousand kilograms of sweet potatoes stored in the space.

A hundred pounds of sweet potatoes was just a small change for her. She was quite satisfied, but she didn't show it. Dandan nodded and said, "Okay, I'll trade a hundred pounds of sweet potatoes for the chicken, and these on the ground for a piece of high-quality linen."

A moment later, Lin Man came out with a piece of white, thick and soft linen. She felt very happy. She loved the cloth as soon as she saw it. Then she looked at the old hen pecking at something in the field. She felt even happier. The flowers could bloom. If she could expose the space, she would have thrown out a hundred kilograms of sweet potatoes and taken the chicken back.

She made an appointment with the man to come for the transaction at this time tomorrow, and learned that his name was Zhao Hengshui. She glanced at the couple again and left the yard.

After she left, Zhao Hengshui let out a long breath and quickly closed the gate. The couple stopped tilling the soil and feeding the chickens. All three of them went into the room, leaving the young woman with the child in the yard, as if nothing had happened.

"Dad, Mom, I'll go and ask around and get rid of this batch of sweet potatoes as soon as possible." Zhao Hengshui said anxiously.

"Not in a hurry." Zhao's mother said in a wheelchair, "I can feel that this sweet potato is very special. It should be able to be planted more than once. Let's plant some ourselves first." She picked up a sweet potato and felt something in her hand.

Zhao's father, who was blind in one eye, disagreed: "Sweet potatoes take too long to grow. Firstly, the risk is too great. Secondly, our yard is so small, it's impossible to hide it from others."

Zhao Hengshui also said: "We can keep a few."

Father Zhao said, "You have to be careful. If someone knows we have such a treasure, it will probably cause a lot of trouble."

"I'm not planning to do anything at the base. I want to go directly to the people at those big bases. They'll definitely be interested."

The price may be lowered. Sweet potatoes that can be used as seeds are of great value and significance to the Nanming base, but not necessarily to the large bases in the north. After all, they can also grow sweet potatoes themselves. Not only sweet potatoes, but also many other foods, but they are all very unpalatable.

But the thing Zhao Hengshui wanted to trade for was only available in the northern base.

Mother Zhao listened to the father and son settle the matter, sighed slightly and stopped talking. She knew that her son was so anxious because he wanted to get that thing as soon as possible so that he could stand up again.

Lin Man returned to the market and walked around it thoroughly. She didn't see any other cloth seller, so she had to accept the fact - if she wanted to continue buying cloth, she would either continue trading with Zhao Hengshui or find a way to contact the northerners directly.

Lin Man didn't think the second path would be easier than the first one, and at the moment, Zhao Hengshui didn't seem like a treacherous and vicious person, so it seemed that he could have in-depth contact with him.

She left the base and found a sturdy, clean-looking house. She unfolded the linen. It was white, soft, delicate, and slippery to the touch. She couldn't help but rub her face against it. She had never used such fine cloth, except when she was very young. The cloth used to wrap the supplies last time was considered better quality, but it was too thick. Even when made into clothes, it was stiff and wore out the stitches.

Speaking of this, Lin Man thought of the uniforms and bags that Chen Huaan and Min Jian wore and carried. The fabrics were better and stronger. Lin Man was very envious at the time. Then she thought about the thick cloth they used to pack supplies. She felt that northern cloth was not so rare and precious, or they deliberately used those cloths to show off their wealth and stimulate the survivors.

Lin Man is now wearing curtain cloth, tablecloths and other things that she collected. The colors are dull and the texture is stiff. Moreover, they are all old cloths from 17 or 18 years ago. They can be torn if pulled hard, so they are naturally not of good quality.

She thought that she would use the linen to make a few sets of clothes, and of course there would be some for her mother. She couldn't bear to see the more than 300 people, young and old, at the Peace Base dressed so poorly. Even if she didn't bring them the high-quality linen, she had to at least get them some ordinary linen.

Lin Man now put rice behind his mind and only thought about cloth. Then he found that he could only find Zhao Hengshui for this matter.

The next day, she reentered the base carrying a bag of found items. A new guard was on duty today, and the inspection wasn't as strict as the previous day. Lin Man didn't mention she was from Dongyang Base anymore, blending in with the people from Nanming Base. Her bag was hastily searched, and when the guard saw the contents, which included rotten ropes, broken wood, and torn slippers, they looked her in disdain and quickly let her in.

Lin Man came to a deserted place, threw a bag of garbage into the space, replaced it with a large bag of sweet potatoes, and walked towards Zhao Hengshui's house.

After counting the sweet potatoes, Lin Man said, "My boss is very satisfied with the cloth and wants to continue doing business with you. Do you want to do it?"

Zhao Hengshui was stunned for a moment, then said happily that he still had a lot of cloth and there was still room for business.

He went out yesterday and contacted a few trustworthy people, hoping that they could act as middlemen for him. However, they all said that whether the sweet potatoes could be grown or not could not be determined by the naked eye, and that using supernatural powers to judge was not entirely accurate. Even if those people in the north were willing to trade, they would have to take the potatoes back for testing or grow them for a round first.

But Zhao Hengshui knew that this matter had to be done quickly, otherwise, not only would he not get what he wanted, but once the matter was exposed, the fire-breathing dragon-like leader of the base would know that he had this kind of sweet potato but sold it to the northerners first, and his whole family would be in danger.

In this case, one hundred kilograms is not enough. A large enough amount must be provided to impress those people with the quantity.

Lin Man’s proposal was exactly what he wanted.

Zhao Hengshui was very happy.

Lin Man was also very happy.

Both of them were worried about the long wait and wanted to make a one-time deal. Zhao Hengshui told them the amount of linen he could provide, and Lin Man converted it into sweet potatoes. The two agreed that this large order would be traded outside the base.

Lin Man happily picked up the old hen. The hen clucked and clucked, having been quickly tied up by Zhao Hengshui and her mouth lashed with hay. It looked so pitiful, tearfully gazing at the woman in the wheelchair, as if accusing her. Lin Man was amazed, "This chicken... isn't it incredibly intelligent?"

Zhao's mother was also very reluctant to let go. She spoke to Lin Man for the first time: "I have raised this chicken for seven years and have developed an affection for it."

Lin Man was shocked. Can a chicken live that long?

She looked at Zhao's mother and thought of a possibility: "She has lived so long and has such spirituality, is it because of your special ability?"

Zhao's mother did not deny it: "It lays an egg every three or four days now. If you feed it well, it can provide you with eggs for at least another six months to a year." Although the chicken had been sold and she shouldn't ask about it anymore, she still hoped that it could live well.

"Oh." Lin Man touched the shivering chicken's neck. Guan Guan suddenly said that there was a faint spiritual energy on the chicken that was slowly dissipating. Lin Man thought that this should be the effect of supernatural powers. He thought that there was not much else in the space, just plenty of food, and there was a constant supply of spiritual energy everywhere. This chicken should be able to continue to live healthily and then lay eggs for her.

She prefers an endless supply of eggs to chicken.

She asked Guan Guan.

Guan Guan said it should be possible. Look, the earthworms have adapted so well and grown so strong, so the chickens should be the same.

Lin Man wondered, were those earthworms really reproducing well in the space?

Lin Man put the chicken into his pocket and walked away happily holding it.

While walking on the street, she suddenly felt a sharp gaze falling on her. She looked up and saw several people with elegant looks walking towards her from the opposite direction. The gatekeeper who had looked at her with no regard for her yesterday was walking beside these people with a smile on his face.

What's the story behind this? Why is such a proud guy having to smile like this?

Lin Man's eyes swept over the man walking in front, and the gaze he was looking at was coming from this guy's eyes.

Lin Man's eyes met his, then she looked away as if nothing had happened. She lowered her head slightly and walked past him, hoping the arrogant gatekeeper wouldn't recognize her, lest there be any complications. But then again, why was that man staring at her? Still staring, still staring! He looked so respectable, was he trying to steal her chicken?

After walking a few meters away, Lin Man felt that the gaze had disappeared, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If she was stared at any longer, she felt that she would not be able to maintain her calm appearance.

Lin Cheng withdrew his gaze and thought secretly, a young girl.

Ever since receiving that secret mission, he couldn't help but take a second look at any young girl he saw. Lin Zhongrong later went south again. Although he was called back by the base after not being able to stay for a few days, he gave him a photo of Lin Zhongrong and his wife when they were young, and told him that if he met a girl of similar age and it was difficult to approach her at the moment, he should study her face. If she looked like him and his wife, then it was a good idea and he should pay special attention to her.

However, although he had the photos, he had not yet met any teenage girls whose faces he could study, nor had he met anyone who knew the name "Lin Man".

The gatekeeper next to him noticed Lin Cheng's gaze, curled his lips secretly, and said that he was an elite figure of the Reunion Base and must be treated well. But it turned out that he was just a pervert who couldn't walk because his eyes were glued to a woman when he saw her!

Is this the level of elites?

Even though he thought so, he still leaned forward and said, "Mr. Lin, do you think that girl is pretty?"

Is she very beautiful? Lin Cheng thought about it, but didn't have much of an impression. He only studied the size of her eyes and the height of her nose, whether she looked like the photo, and whether she matched the descriptions of Chen Huaan and the others.