October has arrived in the blink of an eye, and the polar night shows no sign of ending, while the external situation is becoming increasingly dire.

The government has distributed relief food twice more, more than the initial amount.

Zuo Ling interprets it this way:

First, in the early stages, everyone had some grain reserves, and the government wanted to use up those reserves first.

Second, the total amount of supplies distributed by the government did not increase; the number of survivors decreased.

The second point is too tragic to think about in detail.

In addition to distributing relief food, the government has increased paid recruitment positions, mostly for community security guards, cleaners, and general laborers.

Zuo Ling naturally wouldn't go, nor would she let Pei Nansheng go.

The market in the neighborhood is still there. Zuo Ling goes to the market every three days, and whether there is business or not, she stays for a maximum of two hours.

She sells a variety of things: children's clothing, men's and women's clothing, shoes, bags, bedding, and toiletries—all of which are things that people don't need or don't like to use.

In order to survive, many people left the community to look for supplies, and the supplies they found were all kinds of things. Zuo Ling's stall was not very conspicuous.

At first, business was terrible.

The most popular items for trading here are rice, flour, and cooking oil, followed by seasonings, salt, sugar, and fruits and vegetables, which are simply not found in the market.

Occasionally someone would come to exchange canned fruit, but as soon as they took it out, it was taken away by someone else.

Some people even came to snag a bargain, offering a handful of noodles in exchange for a bag that sold for tens of thousands before the apocalypse.

Zuo Ling glanced at her sideways: "Add another one."

The woman was displeased. "Girl, what kind of world is this? Grain is much more valuable than your handbag. Don't regret missing out on me."

Zuo Ling wouldn't budge, so the woman pretended to leave. After walking a long way without Zuo Ling calling her back, she turned back and said, "Alright, alright, here you go, here you go."

This is not an isolated incident.

Over time, the wealthy ladies of Noah's Ark learned that someone was selling designer bags and shoes at the market, and they always made some money each time they went out to sell.

Zuo Ling didn't come here for supplies; she set up a stall simply to avoid being seen.

Seeing that there were suitable clothes, they changed Pei Nansheng and Xiao Hao into a lot of clothes that they could wear.

Over time, it was discovered that many people were looking for baby formula, rice cereal, and similar products.

There was a lot of milk powder and rice cereal in the space, which she, Pei Nansheng, and Xiao Hao could not possibly finish. On a whim, she took some out to exchange.

The product is still within its shelf life; it's not appropriate to take it out later.

As soon as the milk powder and rice cereal were put out, many people came to trade. They traded all sorts of things, and as long as the items were roughly the same, Zuo Ling would trade them to them.

One day, just as Zuo Ling set up her stall, a middle-aged woman with slanted eyes came straight for her.

He picked up five bags of milk powder, tossed a gold ring to them, and said, "Girl, here you go."

Without waiting for Zuo Ling's consent, he turned and left.

"stop."

The woman clutched the baby formula tightly, saying, "You can have the ring, but the baby formula is mine."

Zuo Ling laughed in exasperation: "Did I agree to that?"

The older woman raised her voice:

"Girl, I spent over 3,000 yuan on that ring. How about I trade it for a few bags of milk powder? You're getting a good deal. Don't be ungrateful."

"Heh, I won't take advantage of you. Put the milk powder down."

Their argument drew a lot of attention.

The woman retorted, "I won't let go. The milk powder is mine. Why should I put it down?"

They walked quickly out of the market as they talked.

"This is blatant robbery!" Zuo Ling said coldly, throwing the stun gun away.

The woman stumbled and fell to the ground after being hit. Zuo Ling threw the ring to her and took back the milk powder.

The old woman then sat down on the ground and wailed:

"She hit someone! She hit someone! Everyone, look at this! Is she even reasonable? A ring can't even buy her milk powder! Does she have any conscience? My poor grandson, he's crying because he has no milk powder..."

Zuo Lingli ignored her completely.

Most people remained silent, but a few with ulterior motives advised, "Girl, the child is pitiful. It would be alright if you exchanged two fewer bags for her."

"You're so kind, why don't you give it to her?" Zuo Ling replied curtly, her face stern.

"Hey girl, if I had one, I'd give it to her."

Zuo Ling sneered, "If you had... if you had, you wouldn't be making sarcastic remarks here!"

“Supermarket multigrain bags are selling for 20,000 yuan a pack. She wants to trade a worthless ring (whose authenticity is unknown) for five bags of my milk powder? Don’t dream. Who would trade with her? Let’s not drag me into this.”

If it weren't for the older woman's arrival, which was clearly motivated by a desire to take advantage, Zuo Ling would have been willing to exchange two bags with her. However, she insisted on forcibly taking the bags, and Zuo Ling, who is more responsive to gentle persuasion than force, naturally refused to exchange them with her.

The old woman was still wailing when someone next to her said something to her. Suddenly, she jumped up and ran away as fast as she could.

Zuo Ling looked at the person who was trying to persuade her. The person smiled ingratiatingly at her and she understood. It was another instance of someone using Lin Wang and Li Mingli's influence to say that she had close ties with the rich young men.

Tiger skin is really useful!

After the incident of forcibly taking away milk powder, Zuo Ling's conscience shrank completely, and she was no longer willing to give away any milk powder she had.

It took more than a month before it reappeared at the market.

The cold-resistant sweet potatoes and potatoes grown in the space have ripened. Zuo Ling made a few to taste. They had thick skins and were crumbly. They were okay for filling the stomach, but not delicious.

There are plenty of delicacies in the space, but Zuo Ling doesn't care about these with their poor taste. She takes them to the market and plans to sell them.

Unexpectedly, someone snatched it as soon as it was taken out.

"Girl, how would you like to exchange the sweet potatoes for potatoes? If it's suitable, I'll take them all."

Zuo Ling originally planned to exchange ten jin each of sweet potatoes and potatoes for three packs of noodles.

Someone offered: "Girl, I'll take all five packs of noodles."

The person who asked the price first was unhappy: "Hey, I asked first, this isn't appropriate of you."

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