The group of eight people from the west looked at each other, none of them wanting to respond to Lu Sheng's words.
Of course, a thief knows he stole the things, but admitting it openly is another matter entirely.
Someone spoke in Spanish, glanced at Lu Sheng, and then barged forward, stuffing the insect meat into their backpack without a care in the world.
He had just picked up two pieces when Zhang Xiaojuan threw out a new little mud figure that punched him twice in the knees and stomach, causing his knees to buckle and him to kneel on the ground.
When he fell, his chin accidentally hit the sandworm ice sculpture, knocking out two teeth and splattering blood all over the ground.
Seeing that none of the little devils were saying anything, Lu Sheng slowly raised his hand and fired two air cannons at the nearest sandworm.
A huge explosion rang out, and bits of flesh, covered in ice shards, were scattered all over the ground. The pieces were so shattered that they couldn't be picked up and were blown away by the wind and mixed with the sand.
The enormous sandworm was eventually reduced to a few fragments of its shell.
"As expected of my Sister Lu, I won't have to worry about chopping dumpling filling during the New Year." Zhang Xiaojuan gave a thumbs up on the spot.
A group of little devils looked at the meat scraps scattered all over the ground with heartache.
Don't eat it if you're not going to! This huge sandworm is enough for ten people to eat for half a month!
"Not saying anything? Does that mean you don't want it?"
Lu Sheng rubbed his hands together, ready to deal with the remaining sandworms.
When I'm in a good mood, I can slip some money through my fingers to these people; when I'm in a bad mood, I won't even give them a hair.
The group of eight people from the west looked at each other in bewilderment, but they also completely gave up the idea of snatching the insect meat from Lu Sheng.
No one can withstand such a shot.
After much deliberation, this group decided to succumb to the temptation of insect meat, declaring, "The Spring Festival belongs to China!"
"What about the Dragon Boat Festival?"
"The Dragon Boat Festival is also..."
What was Seoul called before it was renamed?
"Seoul……"
After stripping Xiao Xiba down to his underwear, Lu Sheng nodded in satisfaction, "Alright, sandworms will be sold by weight, five high-grade crystal cores per pound."
"What?"
Xiao Xiba immediately felt that Lu Sheng had tricked her.
It turns out that answering the questions doesn't actually get you the insect meat; at most, you get the right to buy it.
"Not buying? Then don't eat any of them." Lu Sheng casually smashed two more sandworms, making the little devils grimace.
That's all meat, nutritious, delicious, and juicy meat!
"Buy it! We'll buy it!"
Unable to win a fight or an argument, and having lost all face and dignity, he could only swallow his pride and reluctantly hand over the crystal core to Lu Sheng.
Lu Sheng glanced at the sandworm to get a rough idea of its weight and then happily collected about the same amount of crystal cores.
"Hurry up and pick them up, or we won't be responsible if the ice melts."
The young men were cursing under their breath, but they still smiled and waved goodbye to Lu Sheng, saying, "Thank you, Miss Lu."
Even while being lifted up by the little clay figure, Zhao Mujia didn't forget to shower Lu Sheng with compliments, "Sister Lu is a force to be reckoned with, ruthless and taciturn. She's been wanting to get rid of these little brats for a long time, and now she can finally fleece them."
"Those people just turned green. They thought they could get meat just by talking, but Sister Lu opened her mouth and said five crystal cores per pound."
Han Rui skipped and hopped along beside Lu Sheng, saying, "Before the apocalypse, they stole our things every day. It's only right that we bleed a little now."
Over the next few days, Lu Sheng led Han Rui and other plant-type ability users from the Alliance Army to plant trees outside the safe zone every day in an attempt to improve land desertification.
However, even those high-quality saplings produced by the system are not easy to survive in the rolling yellow sand. If two out of ten saplings survive, it is considered a high survival rate.
On the one hand, there are too many sandworms in the desert that are like excavators causing damage everywhere; on the other hand, the temperature is too high and the survival rate is a bit low.
So for the next few days, the entire city of M focused on improving the survival rate of the saplings, and the people of the city brainstormed ideas.
Everyone was so busy that they forgot to eat and sleep, so Lu Sheng, as the boss, decided to give everyone a day off on the weekend evening and have a team-building dinner.
The system reward of king crab, salmon, and hairy crabs filled a large table, while the breakfast machine offered an unlimited supply of unhealthy fast food from various brands.
Wu Hainan and his companions had never seen anything like this before, and they were so shocked they couldn't close their mouths.
"I can't even imagine how lively and cheerful I would be if I could eat this kind of fast food in the apocalypse," Chen Jiao muttered to herself, pinching her cheek hard.
Pan Zhi blinked his small eyes, "Sister Jiao, I'm different, I dare to dream!"
After saying that, he moved closer to Shi Nian, who was engrossed in eating a roasted pig's trotter, and swiftly pulled out a sturdy rose. "Nian Nian, I grew this myself. It's for you."
Shi Nian obediently glanced at it from the side, then turned back to continue gnawing on the pig's trotter without any distraction.
Pan Zhi: "..."
The book says that girls all like flowers, right? Why doesn't Nian Nian like them?
Chen Jiao, standing behind him, couldn't stand it any longer. She grabbed Pan Zhi by the collar and said, "Xiao Zhi, the flowers we girls like are delicate and fragile, beautiful flowers that need to be cherished. Look at you, you're as sturdy as a Shandong scallion. Who would like that?"
Pan Zhizhong's rose is a meter tall, with a stem that is sometimes as thick as a wrist. The bud is like a small basin, and you could pick it up and use it as a melee weapon.
“I think I understand…” Pan Zhi nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.
But the flower itself is sturdy, so it's not his fault.
Lu Sheng, who was helping to serve the dishes, caught a glimpse of the rose-flavored Shandong scallion and immediately came over, asking, "What kind of flower is this?"
Pan Zhi, puzzled, honestly replied, "It's in the abandoned flower bed next to the weapons workshop."
Lu Sheng immediately had an idea. It is said that plants grown in different soil and water will be different. Could it be that old flower beds are the best breeding grounds?
After dinner, Lu Sheng took a quick look and found that the grass behind the weapons workshop was much taller than in other places.
Out of curiosity, Lu Sheng asked Xu Yi to study it for several days, turning over the soil thoroughly but finding nothing unusual.
Finally, on a dark and stormy night, the reason was found.
A little sunflower sneaked into the old flower bed and sang softly in a low voice.
It's been a long time since I've listened to it, and it's still as awful as ever.
Lu Sheng and Xu Yi emerged and arrested the late-night singer on the spot.
After being locked in the lab by Xu Yi for two days, Xu Yi handed the little sunflower to Lu Sheng, saying, "Its singing can promote plant growth, doubling both cell structure and stability."
The group looked at each other in bewilderment.
"My helper is right next to me?" Zhang Xiaojuan rubbed her chin.
With a kind smile, Lu Sheng picked up the little sunflower and poked its tender little flower head with his finger. "Like to sing? Now start singing to your heart's content."
That very day, Lu Sheng built a glass greenhouse and threw Han Rui and the little sunflower inside.
Han Rui was in charge of catalyzing the seeds, while the little sunflower was responsible for holding its own concert in the greenhouse to help the saplings grow strong.
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