Banxia and her friends cooked delicious food for over ten days in a row, eating as they cooked, and successfully gained a little weight.

Banxia stuffed the last sealed bag of spicy mutated pork jerky into her spatial storage, then turned to Fang Yunyun and the others, asking, "I'm thinking of going to the trading market to sell my surplus mutated beast meat. Are you coming?"

“Go ahead,” Fang Yunyun stretched, “If I don’t go out for a walk soon, I’ll get moldy.”

So, the group tidied themselves up, dressed neatly, and went out.

Due to the low temperature, the trading market was extremely deserted, and even the patrol teams were much smaller.

As soon as the group approached the official window for receiving items, the staff inside eagerly asked, "Hello, do you have anything to trade?"

Their wages consist of a base salary and commission. Recently, due to the cold weather, fewer people are going out, so they can only receive the base salary. At this moment, the way they look at Banxia and the others is almost like looking at the God of Wealth.

Banxia glanced at the purchase price on the wall, which was slightly higher than the price Su Yao and the others had sold for before: "Well, I have several hundred mutated animals to sell. You'd better bring a few more people to inspect them together."

"A few... a few hundred?" The staff member's eyes widened in surprise, almost thinking they were making fun of her. "Are you... sure?"

"Confirmed, as soon as possible."

The staff, still somewhat skeptical, led Banxia and the others to the warehouse: "Put the things here, and I'll have someone inspect them right away."

Banxia glanced at her, then released all the prepared mutated animals into her spatial storage: "Do you want to keep the squirting melons?"

"Spitting cucumbers too?!" The staff, who were still marveling at the mountain of mutated animals, had their eyes light up when they heard the words "spitting cucumbers." "Buy them! Buy as many as you can!"

Banxia nodded, casually found an open space, and released the squirting melon she had picked up into her spatial dimension.

"I'll call for help right away!"

The staff ran off in a flash, and returned less than two minutes later with more than ten people.

"The acceptance process will take quite some time," the person in charge of the trading market said with a smile, looking at Banxia. "Would you like to have a seat?"

"Okay." Banxia nodded, then looked at Nanxing and the others, "You guys go upstairs and wander around, I'll wait for you here."

Nanxing immediately said, "Then I'll go with you."

Banxia shook her head again: "No need, you go and browse around, and see if there's anything good there."

The person in charge hesitated for two seconds, then stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "What would you like to buy? If it's a large quantity, I'll give you a discount."

Banxia thought for two seconds: "I heard that the base sells seeds of mutated rice and mutated wheat. I want to buy a few kilograms."

"How many kilograms?!"

"Yes, if there are any other mutated crop seeds for sale, I'd like some too."

The staple foods grown in the space are all unmutated; it's time to introduce new varieties.

The person in charge immediately beamed with joy: "In addition to the mutated rice and mutated wheat seeds you mentioned, we also have seeds for seven other crops, including mutated potatoes, mutated sweet potatoes, mutated corn, mutated cabbage, mutated eggplant, and mutated peppers. Would you like to take them all?"

"Yes, I'll buy as many as the purchase limit allows."

"Okay, then I'll give you a 20% discount."

It wasn't until almost dark that the staff finished counting the mutated beasts and squirting melons. Banxia didn't ask for points; she exchanged them all for crystal cores. It was time for Nanxing and the fluffy pet at home to upgrade.

For the rest of the time, Banxia didn't go out, focusing on purifying the crystal core with the Devouring Tree. After purification, she locked Nanxing and the furry creatures in her space, letting them concentrate on their cultivation and leveling up.

Su Yao and the others also went into seclusion to level up, and the entire villa suddenly became quiet, leaving only Banxia, ​​who could run and jump.

"Knock knock knock—"

Banxia put on her clothes and went to open the door: "Who is it?"

He Song glanced at Banxia discreetly, but unfortunately she was dressed too thickly and he couldn't see anything: "Hello, I'm your neighbor."

Banxia said indifferently, "Oh, is there something you need?"

He Song's smile froze slightly: "I made some mung bean cakes, and I brought some over for you to try."

She handed the pastries wrapped in oil paper to Banxia, ​​who raised an eyebrow slightly but did not take them.

In the apocalypse, food is more important than human life, especially mung bean cakes that require oil and sugar to make. To so easily give away life-saving food to a neighbor you've just met suggests that the neighbor is either naive and innocent or has ulterior motives, and those motives are certainly not small.

"The food is too precious, I'm sorry I can't accept it."

A hint of satisfaction flashed in He Song's eyes. It seemed he wasn't someone who was easily swayed. However, he said, "We'll be seeing each other a lot more often in the future, so this little thing is nothing."

Banxia almost rolled her eyes and bluntly said, "I have no intention of associating with you. If there's nothing else, I'm closing down."

The fact that this person didn't come to their door on the first day they moved in, but instead waited so long to come, is simply because he figured there was something he could gain from them.

She had no emotional needs for anyone other than Nanxing, let alone associate with neighbors she had no connection with. She simply took a few steps back, slammed the door shut, and went back inside.

He Song was surprised that Banxia was so arrogant. Without saying a word, she directly refused to let her in. He wanted to shout for her to come back, but he was afraid that the loud noise would attract other people to watch the commotion. So he could only reluctantly carry his things back to his own home.

After watching the whole process, Rongguang and Rongyouyou exchanged a glance: "What is this old hag up to? She's actually willing to use mung bean cakes as a favor?"

Rong Guang ruffled Rong Youyou's hair: "I don't know, but she's always been the kind of person who doesn't get up early for nothing. She's probably eyeing something next door."