Lu Yu planned to go back with Bai Shuang and gestured to his guards to pack. "Alright!" the guards replied excitedly and went out.

Then they walked out together, ignoring Uncle Liang and Miss Ling.

This Miss Ling is really capable; she's managed to recruit Uncle Liang into her group.

After they left, Miss Ling gritted her teeth and said, "One day, I will take Lu Yu back."

Uncle Liang shook his head. "Child, matters of the heart cannot be forced. Ayu is not someone who can easily change his mind."

"But what right does she have? She's just an orphan, what right does she have to compete with me? Ah Yu and I are a perfect match, and I'm the granddaughter-in-law that Grandpa Lu prefers."

Originally, after Lu Yu left, Miss Ling lost the desire to go to the trade market. However, Uncle Liang noticed that she hadn't been in a good mood lately, so he still persuaded her to go and see him.

"Go ahead, you've come all this way, let's see what a market is like after a natural disaster."

Then they found a few skilled martial artists and took her with them.

At this moment, Bai Shuang and the others were outside the military camp, preparing to go back. An Ming's two children also went back with them to take a look.

I must say, these two kids are quite hardworking. At such a young age, they've managed to endure the training and drills with the soldiers these past few days.

Since Bai Shuang's snowmobile only has four seats, another military snowmobile is needed. An Ming's child rides in the military vehicle with the guards, while Lu Yu rides in the same vehicle as Bai Shuang and the others.

Bai Jiu was still driving on Bai Shuang's side; that kid was a steady driver.

On the way, Bai Shuang said to Lu Yu, "Let's plant mushrooms in the military camp too. I've grown quite a few mushroom spawn here, and I can exchange them with you."

During the long, bitterly cold winter, even with abundant food reserves, if only food is consumed and no food is consumed, it will not be enough to feed so many people, especially since the food reserves were already limited.

Lu Yu nodded. "I do have that plan, but we need to consider the fuel issue."

Bai Shuang nodded in agreement. Mushroom growth depends on temperature conditions. In extreme cold, fuel is just as important as food, because there is little difference between freezing to death and starving to death.

Currently, the fuel we are using is the forest around Tangcheng. We don't know if these trees can help us survive two years of extreme cold.

Bai Shuang had stockpiled 20 tons of coal before the disaster. She used 7 or 8 tons of it in just one month of making mulberry bark paper. She estimated that by the time the paper was finished, the coal would be almost used up, and she would even need to use up a lot of honeycomb briquettes.

Moreover, after extreme cold or heat, there are signs of cooling down.

Although we still have electricity and charcoal for heating, who knows if we'll have enough in the face of future natural disasters? More supplies mean more security.

Moreover, he also wants to revitalize Bai's traditional Chinese medicine in the future.

"If I have the chance, I'll go to a coal mine."

Take advantage of the fact that no earthquake has occurred yet and the coal mine has not been completely destroyed.

As the car drove to a spot not far from the trade market, Bai Shuang said, "Let's go to the trade market first."

No one has any objections.

Looking around, I saw a place where several vehicles were parked, including handcarts, single-person skis, and pedal skis. I didn't expect that there would be a vehicle management office at this trade fair.

Lu Yu was very satisfied with Director Zheng's arrangement, as it was both convenient for the people and increased their income.

The group drove their car to a designated parking area at the entrance of the trade market, where police officers were on duty and each car was only charged one ounce of grain.

Next to the vehicle management office, there was a notice that said the government was distributing mushroom kits and each household could bring their ID card and household registration book to collect one.

It seems that the mushrooms Wenwen and her friends grew at the agricultural research institute, with the guidance of scientists, have multiplied to a certain number.

The group entered the market, and Bai Shuang went straight to the scalper's stall to see if they had acquired any jade recently.

From afar, we could see Miss Ling, leading a few soldiers, swaggering through the city, standing out from the crowd.

Everyone around was disheveled. Because of the cold, people were throwing on whatever clothes they didn't care about the season; survival was the priority, who cared about such things?

Even Lu Yu's soldiers couldn't bear to throw away their old clothes, and usually wore several layers together to keep warm.

Miss Ling was the only one dressed in a white mink coat, gleaming black high-heeled leather boots from Princess brand, and a diamond-encrusted crocodile skin bag worth hundreds of thousands of yuan before the disaster, looking every bit like a noble lady before the disaster.

Everyone's attention was drawn to her. What was most eye-catching was that she was followed by six military bodyguards. This was much more impressive than Lu Yu's, who usually only brought two bodyguards with him when he went out.

If this were at the Kyoto base, it might not be a problem; there are probably more wealthy people there who are used to it.

But on these post-apocalyptic streets, there were starving and freezing disaster victims everywhere, their clothes disheveled. Bai Shuang and her companions always tried to keep a low profile when they went out.

It's undeniably stylish, but it also breeds resentment. While ordinary people are starving and freezing to death, you're living such a lavish lifestyle? People aren't concerned about scarcity, but rather about inequality. If I don't rob you, who will I rob?

Even the snow leopard couldn't stand it and barked at her.

What's even worse is that there were several soldiers following behind them.

If you use private bodyguards, that's fine, at least it won't involve others. But if you have soldiers following behind, it's a different story.

People would assume he was the family member of a high-ranking military officer, labeling her as a soldier and tarnishing the image that Lu Yu and his comrades had earned with their lives and blood in the eyes of the survivors.

Seeing this, Lu Yu's face gradually darkened, and he was about to order his guards to send her back.

Just then, a thinly dressed woman came over. She seemed to be trembling a little. She was carrying a package in one hand and holding the hand of a seven or eight-year-old girl in the other. She was walking forward.

Her face was turned towards the roadside, as if she was looking for something and wasn't paying attention to where she was going. "Bang!" She bumped into Miss Ling.

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