Seeing that Fang Yunyun and Su Xiao were still angry, Su Yao explained softly, "I've already talked to Brother Xuan and Nanxing. We'll exchange crystal cores for rice with them in the future. Don't worry, I'll never let you go hungry."

He had carefully considered the consequences before making the decision. Zhao Xuan and Banxia's wood-type special ability could quickly promote plant growth, so there would be no shortage of food in the future.

During his zombie-fighting adventures, he acquired some crystal cores from other elements. Rather than letting others profit from them, he decided to trade them with Banxia and Zhao Xuan. This way, he could obtain the food he needed and also enhance his teammates' strength.

This is a win-win situation, so why not do it?

Fang Yunyun and Su Xiao reluctantly accepted this explanation: "Alright then, you're not allowed to be so extravagant in the future."

Su Yao said dejectedly, "Alright then, but I think you don't need to worry so much. You should enjoy life when you can. Who knows, we might die someday..."

He abruptly stopped talking, "Pah! Pah! Pah! That jinx doesn't count! Let's start again. Life is short, we should enjoy it while we can, so we don't have any regrets!"

This is what he realized after his brush with death a couple of days ago. They don't lack supplies at the moment. Except for non-renewable resources that must be used with caution, there's no need to be too careful with other food and drink. After all, who knows when an accident might happen?

The most painful thing in life is being broke, followed by dying with money still unspent!

Banxia agreed with Su Yao's idea that while it was not advisable to be extravagant and wasteful, one should not be too harsh on oneself either.

"I have an appointment," Banxia said, holding Nanxing's hand and looking at Su Yao and the others. "Do you want to continue shopping or go home?"

Su Yao and the others shook their heads: "Let's go home. The trading market is too small, there's nothing good there."

They had already taken all the crystal cores and gold jewelry they needed, and they didn't care about the rest. Rather than squeezing into the crowd, they might as well go home.

When Banxia led Nanxing to the small garden, Chu Shao had already arrived.

As soon as he saw Banxia, ​​he rushed over anxiously: "Sister, you've finally arrived!"

“I’m not late,” Banxia said calmly, pulling out a can of stage 2 infant formula. “One can of formula is worth ten grams of gold.”

Chu Shao stared intently at the milk powder, and after a long while, he finally managed to look away with difficulty: "Girl, this price is really too high! How about six grams?"

“If you’re not sincere,” Banxia said without hesitation, putting the milk powder into her spatial storage, “then there’s no need for us to talk anymore.”

Infant formula is even scarcer than food and medicine, so its value has naturally skyrocketed, making it incomparable to what it was before the apocalypse.

Chu Shao immediately asked anxiously, "Then the seven grams?"

Banxia remained silent.

Chu Shao gritted his teeth and said with difficulty, "Eight grams, I won't exchange it for any more!"

One gram of gold is equivalent to one pound of rice. If they eat two pounds of rice sparingly, it will be enough for their family of three to eat for two or three days.

Seeing that the price had reached her target, Banxia didn't try to stall: "Fine, I'll take as much gold as you have."

Chu Shao reluctantly took out a 50-gram gold bar from his bag: "I want five cans of milk powder, and the remaining 10 grams of gold can be exchanged for 10 kilograms of rice."

Banxia took out five buckets of milk powder and eleven catties of rice from her spatial storage and handed them to Chu Shao. Seeing his surprised expression, she explained, "The extra catty of rice is a free gift. If you want to exchange anything later, you can come over there—"

Chu Shao's clothes and manner of speaking don't seem like those of an ordinary person. Perhaps he has even more gold and rare treasures at home. Leaving a good impression will make him think of you first when he plans to sell something in the future. This is much more convenient than personally going to the trading market to choose things.

Banxia pointed in the direction of her house, "My house is on the very edge. There's a trench dug outside, so don't wander around. If you want to exchange something, just call me from outside."

Chu Shao looked at her with awe. Good heavens, is this the ruthless person the neighbors were talking about, someone who is more skilled at killing than chopping chickens?

He stuffed the milk powder and rice into his backpack, then carefully slung it over his chest to keep it dry from the rain: "Don't worry, little sister, I'll definitely come to you if I need anything!"

"Stop hiding, come out."

Banxia watched Chu Shao leave, then casually glanced at the trash can diagonally behind her.

"Boss, that woman seems to have spotted us."

The man who was spying on Banxia and her two companions in the trading market spoke to a tall man beside him with a twisted scar on his face that looked like a centipede.

The man, Wei San, kicked him hard, then stood up and walked out laughing: "Brothers and sisters, I mean you no harm, please don't misunderstand."

"You've been spying on me and you still say you had no malicious intent?" Nanxing said sarcastically. "A good person wouldn't do that."

Wei San grinned, revealing a set of big white teeth. The scars on his face seemed to come alive, making him look extremely frightening: "Sorry! Sorry! I actually wanted to trade some things with a girl. Because the amount of the transaction was quite large, it was inconvenient to discuss it in public, so I followed her here quietly."

"We don't have anything extra to exchange."

Nanxing refused outright. These two didn't seem like good people at all. They weren't short of that stuff, so there was no need for them to take the risk.

Wei San's henchman immediately became anxious: "I clearly saw your wife just now taking several cans of baby formula and trading gold with someone without even blinking."

That's precious baby formula. How could someone who can easily take it out not have other good things in their hands?

Wei San pretended to lightly kick his underling: "What nonsense is Qiu Wu spouting? Quickly apologize to your brother and sister."

Judging from the force with which he kicked, the two were clearly working together on purpose, one playing the good cop and the other the bad cop.

"sorry--"

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