Chapter 124 (Exclusive publication on Jinjiang Literature City): What makes you think there will be a flood?! ...
During the hottest period of the year, not a drop of rain fell, making the water tank arguably the most useless item; nobody would collect it.
With the recent frequent rain, everyone is eagerly collecting rainwater, but you don't necessarily need a water tank to collect it; you can use any of the basins you find.
Besides, there's no way there will be a water shortage until next year, so it's more important to use those water tanks left in abandoned houses to exchange for food!
Lu Xuan needs a large quantity, which will definitely not be collected in a short time. This means that everyone present has a chance to exchange for grain!
With that thought in mind, the disaster victims who were just strolling around or looking at the novelty of Yunlu Village couldn't stay still any longer and took off running towards the ruins in the city.
Water tanks are quite heavy, so of course we should move the nearest unclaimed water tank over first!
Seeing this, the others dared not linger any longer and all ran away in a swarm, including the stall owner.
The entire stall might not even be enough to exchange for five pounds of grain; it would be better to go find a water vat.
If you really can't find it, you could bring his own water tank.
Lu Xuan watched the disaster victims leave, then found a nearby shop and leaned against it in a relaxed manner, patiently waiting for his vat.
The audience was speechless.
No matter how dashing your posture is, it can't change the fact that what you want is really absurd!
[Everyone else is changing to various suitable items, why is the streamer changing to a different water tank!?]
[Host, your class has dropped! Pick it up again!!!]
[I don't understand. Didn't the streamer buy dozens of vats in the capital? After using up all the sauces for processing various meats, several vats were still empty. Isn't that enough for you?]
Lu Xuan said lazily, "Of course it's not enough. What have you all been watching on your live streams? Don't you know how many radishes and cabbages I have left unprocessed?"
Why are all these raw materials piled up in the space bead?
Does he think that what has been processed so far is enough to eat?
Of course not.
It's because all the empty jars were used up last time when we were making sauerkraut, kimchi, and pickled radishes.
There were still quite a few small jars left, but the mutated cabbages were all too big to fit in the jars. The smaller byproducts, such as sliced pickled bamboo shoots and pickled chicken feet, could only be used to hold them.
A new viewer asked, confused: "Doesn't the system shop sell containers? They have eco-friendly plastic boxes, stainless steel, alloy containers—you name it! Can't we use those?"
【You guys don't understand, do you? Pickled vegetables taste best when they're kept in a special pickling jar; the flavor just won't be the same if you use other containers.】
Haha, you guys seem to know a lot.
[You'll understand ancient cuisine naturally after watching enough live streams; if you don't understand, it's because you haven't watched enough.]
【Do they taste different? They seem about the same to me.】
Different containers do produce different tastes when pickling. Plastic containers leave a lingering plastic taste, while alloy containers retain a metallic flavor.
People with a less sensitive tongue might not be able to tell the difference, but gourmets and those with enhanced senses can definitely tell.
Lu Xuan nodded, "That makes sense."
So he accepted not just a hundred or eighty, but hundreds or even thousands of water tanks without hesitation.
If we really can't get any more... we can just make our own.
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The trading street wasn't very long; the villagers walked around for a little over an hour before they reached the end.
Many young women, having had their fill of shopping, are itching to set up their own stalls and sell their wares.
Miao Jinfeng also mentioned: "People probably won't display their truly valuable supplies openly, to avoid attracting trouble."
Upon hearing this, the others became even more determined to set up their own stalls.
They have a lot of good stuff, and the disaster victims in the city would definitely be willing to trade their own good goods with them.
Lu Qing, who joined them midway, reminded them, "Too many good things can easily make people envious. It's best to call the men in the family back to help keep an eye on things."
"That's right! We can't let anyone steal the supplies we've saved up."
Six able-bodied young men quickly arrived, including Wu Yang, Zhang Chengming, and Xiong Mao, who had awakened their special abilities.
The women found an empty spot, laid out a large piece of cloth on the ground, and began taking things out of their bags.
It was as if the scene of Lu Xuan and Chen Bing making a deal was being recreated, with various grains, meat and fresh fruits and vegetables placed on a cloth, the only difference being that they were not vacuum-packed.
I also put out some leftover soybean pulp cakes and fruit pulp cakes as a token gesture, along with some nutritional supplements.
The onlookers were astonished to see the ever-growing pile of fresh food of various kinds.
"So much food!"
"These fruits and vegetables are still so fresh, how did they preserve them?"
"There's even meat in it—!!"
The moment the word "meat" was mentioned, the surrounding disaster victims' eyes lit up, and they drooled with envy.
Besides the meat, the most eye-catching items on the stall were several mutated radishes and cabbages that the women had specially brought out to display.
A radish is almost half a meter tall and thicker than a person's waist; a cabbage requires two arms to encircle and weighs a full twenty pounds!
The unsuspecting disaster victims: !!
How can radishes and cabbages be so big!
"Is this really a radish?"
"Those cabbage leaves are as big as two of my faces!" The disaster victims gasped.
The villagers were very pleased with themselves.
Miao Jinfeng, the village chief's wife, stepped forward and said loudly, "Of course it's radishes and cabbages, but we planted them well, so they grew a little bigger."
The disaster victims thought to themselves, "Is this even a little bit?"
“You’ve all seen how good our stuff is.” Miao Jinfeng emphasized, “If you want to exchange, don’t bring a bunch of junk. Bring out any hidden treasures to see. Our vegetables, meat, and fruits taste even better than they look. You definitely won’t regret exchanging.”
Aunt Zhang said, "Besides all kinds of supplies, we also accept money."
Miao Jinfeng clapped her hands: "Alright, anyone who wants to change their food can come over now."
The disaster victims, who had been staring intently at the fresh grains and vegetables, paused for a moment, then suddenly seemed to be awakened, their eyes lighting up, and then... they all rushed towards the stalls in Yunlu Village.
Judging from their posture, it didn't seem like they were going to exchange anything. Besides, they weren't carrying any supplies at all. Dozens of them rushed forward at once, clearly intending to take advantage of the chaos and steal everything.
This is when the able-bodied men take the lead.
Six strong men stood in front of the stall and quickly and accurately grabbed all the disaster victims who reached out to the stall and threw them out.
Amidst a series of exclamations, one figure after another was thrown out of the shoving and crowding. When there were too many people to attend to, Lei Yan used a tiny electric current, almost invisible to the naked eye, to target the victims, numbing them and rendering them unable to resist. Then... he would have others throw them out.
The women did not back down.
Although they haven't had their turn to consume the evolution fluid yet, the mutated fruits they ate before weren't for nothing.
He quickly grabbed the crossbow he had put away and shouted at those who approached, "If you come any closer, don't blame us for being impolite."
The victims ignored them and continued to reach for the vacuum-packed meat that was being held down.
Seeing this, the women didn't hold back and pulled the trigger directly.
Several whooshing sounds rang out as sharp arrows grazed the cheeks and arms of several refugees who were pushing forward, leaving a burning pain.
The men were initially startled, not expecting these women to actually dare to make a move. Then, a few of them, their eyes darting around, began shouting loudly, "Murder! The new outsiders are going to kill someone!"
The people on either side lit up, and were about to open their mouths to join in the cheating and trying to get some advantage.
Before the words were even out of his mouth, a particularly burly man slapped the first person who had spoken, sending him flying. The man landed on the ground and immediately lost consciousness.
Everyone: "!!!"
Several people who wanted to join in the commotion quickly shut their mouths, not daring to utter a single word.
After a while, the chaotic crowd was finally subdued by the strong-willed young men.
After realizing there was no bargain to be had, the disaster victims finally calmed down and started taking out their supplies, while some rushed home to retrieve their treasured items.
Meat was the first item to be replaced, followed by the extra-large radishes and cabbages.
To convince them that there was nothing wrong with the goods, Miao Jinfeng cut a small plate of food and let those who wanted to exchange it try it. She and the other women also each took a small piece to eat.
Unsurprisingly, everyone who tasted it was amazed by the fresh and sweet flavor they had never experienced before.
The women hummed softly.
This is a mutant vegetable!
If they weren't newcomers and wanted to broaden the horizons of city dwellers, they wouldn't have been willing to take it out.
They only plan to each donate one tree; they won't exchange any more.
One tree each already makes a lot of food.
Ordinary disaster victims couldn't possibly exchange the whole thing for a whole one, so it was eventually divided into dozens of portions and sold in small quantities.
Of all the supplies, only the nutrient solution, which no one recognized, was completely ignored.
Later, Miao Jinfeng simply found a few disaster victims and had them eat a nutritional supplement together. After they felt full, she emphasized that one dose could sustain life for three days, and it could be stored for a long time. As long as it was not opened, it would not spoil, and the price was even cheaper than grain.
Disaster victims: !!! There are such good things here! I'll exchange them!
As expected, the nutritional supplements that were taken out were quickly snapped up.
The spies in the crowd didn't even have time to grab it; they could only reach out to the air, their expressions a mixture of anxiety and bewilderment.
The spies had no choice but to squeeze through the crowd and hurry to report to their superiors.
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At noon, the villagers gathered at the street corner and found an open space to have lunch together.
Most people eat pies and steamed buns for convenience, but these foods are still warm when they are taken out of the space. When you take a bite, the aroma of the filling wafts in the wind, making people feel like their souls are about to fly away.
Not to mention those like Lu Xuan and Xiong Mao who completely disregard the feelings of those around them.
Spicy and sour pickled chicken feet, salty and crispy pork cracklings, and crystal-clear canned fruit... Xiong Mao was also gnawing on a greasy chicken leg.
Disaster victims: !!!
The disaster victims were completely captivated by the aroma, and the sound of them swallowing their saliva could be heard everywhere.
While sympathizing with the disaster victims who were overwhelmed by the delicious food, the viewers in the live stream shared Lu Xuan and the others' lunch, and shamelessly complained that the meal was too simple and the portions were too small.
Lu Xuan: Even eating can't shut you up.
Originally, it was nothing more than the disaster victims watching from afar with longing and drooling.
Unfortunately, some pitiful little children came along begging, and even worse, some disaster victims brought their tiny daughters and said they wanted to give them some food in exchange, which completely ruined everyone's good mood.
Although the villagers felt sorry for the begging and sold children, they did not offer them any food.
They knew that once they opened that door, it would only lead to endless trouble.
Besides, the hottest season is over, and even if there are other disasters later, this is a relatively stable period. Yet, there are still people selling their children!
The villagers looked down on the man, and the hot-tempered Xiong Mao even kicked his father, sending him crashing into a wall five or six meters away.
The little girl, who was almost sold, just watched silently, her face showing no fear or tension, but a fleeting look of pleasure flashed across her eyes.
The audience couldn't help but sigh when they noticed.
This father must have mistreated his daughter a lot. Look, the little girl only felt relieved after being kicked, without any pity at all.
Should!
After lunch, the rain, which had stopped for half a day, started again.
The villagers took out their raincoats and put them on one after another, but they were not in a hurry to go back.
Rain is a regular occurrence during the rainy season, and they can't always go back to their homes and stay indoors every time it rains.
Only the elderly Mr. Zhang and a few others who were tired from shopping prepared to go back to rest, while the rest continued to stroll around the trading street.
It's not that they don't want to go to other places, it's just that they haven't been in contact with other forces and can't just go to their territories.
However, there was nothing left to change in the afternoon, so the villagers chatted with the disaster victims about everyday life.
Having witnessed the wealth of Yunlu Village that morning, the disaster victims were naturally willing to play the victim card and gain sympathy. Some of them even got carried away and started cursing God.
After they've had their fill of talking, they always end with, "Fortunately, the hard times are over. It's rained, and things will only get better from now on."
The villagers didn't want to dampen their spirits, but they couldn't help saying, "Don't be too happy yet, it's not over yet. Haven't you noticed that it's been raining unusually frequently lately?"
The surrounding disaster victims frowned as they listened.
"Wouldn't it be better if it rained more? There hadn't been a single drop of rain for the past two months. The rain now is just making up for what happened before."
“You can’t say that. Everything in excess is bad,” Wu Cheng reminded him. “I know you were short of water before, but if you calm down and think about it, you can’t do without it, but too much will also cause problems.”
“That’s right.” Li Tie nodded. “Just like before, when it was so hot for more than two months in a row, didn’t that cause a big problem? Similarly, what will happen if there’s too much rain? I don’t need to say more, right?”
One of the disaster victims turned pale. "You mean... the flood?"
The expressions of the other disaster victims who had thought of it also changed.
"impossible!"
One of the more agitated disaster victims angrily shouted, "Stop talking nonsense and trying to scare people! Aren't you doing well enough? Why do you have to say such alarmist things to frighten others? What are you up to?!"
"Exactly! It's just a few more rains, which is a good thing. Why are you saying there will be floods!"
"We naturally have our own ways of knowing."
"What method? Tell me!"
"Can't say it now, huh? I think you're just deliberately trying to create chaos so you can achieve some shady secret."
The village chief and other villagers, who had kindly reminded them, immediately became furious.
The unspeakable secret of farting!
To put it bluntly, what could they possibly want from these disaster victims?
They simply felt that matters concerning immortals should not be spoken of carelessly, lest they displease the gods.
Li Tie, his face dark, said in a hard voice, "Believe it or not, we won't be the ones who die if something happens!"
They had considered that revealing other disasters might lead to a loss of trust, and that the previous situation of selling children for supplies might even worsen.
It goes without saying that even more people would die unprepared, and very few would survive.
Those children who might be sold are often the first to die.
Obviously, even the more farsighted disaster victims could have thought of this.
Extreme heat and floods are combined; the former is indeed unbearable, but at least one can hide in a cellar.
But when the flood comes, where can they hide?
There's no way to hide.
Because they could see little chance of survival, the disaster victims were even more panicked and angry, and even less willing to believe it.
So they all glared angrily at Yunlu Village, as if the flood would not happen if they retracted their previous statement.
"Shut up! If you dare utter another word of nonsense, believe me, I'll tear your mouths apart!"
"Don't think you're the only ones who can fight. I didn't get all these muscles for nothing!"
Not all villagers are patient; who wouldn't be angry if their good intentions were met with ingratitude?
They are all strong and healthy, and some even have superpowers. How could they possibly be afraid of these haggard and emaciated disaster victims?
They immediately set up their stance towards the disaster victims, displaying an attitude of "if we're going to do it, we'll get to it."
As tensions escalated, even the audience grew tense, criticizing the disaster victims for being ungrateful.
Lu Xuan glanced at the few who were making the most noise and guessed that some force was stirring up trouble. He was about to take action and deal with them first when a huge alarm sounded throughout the street.
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