Zhao Xian stood at the door of the shelter. He couldn't get in, so he waited at the door, waiting for Qiao Xuejun to take out the potatoes and hand them to him.
Qiao Xuejun had already prepared in advance, and in just two minutes, she had brought out the big bag of potato chips.
The shelter door slid open to both sides. Qiao Xuejun carried the potato chips with both hands. It was a little difficult for her to lift the one hundred kilograms. She put them in front of Zhao Xian and said, "Lord, this is one hundred kilograms of potato chips. I dried and dehydrated them. They have a long shelf life. You can go back and weigh them. It's no more, no less."
Qiao Xuejun deliberately gave a few more kilograms.
She neatly untied the tie of her pocket, opened the bag, and showed Zhao Xian the stuff inside.
"Check it out. It's fine."
Zhao Xian lowered his eyes and looked at the bag of potatoes. The potato slices were round and evenly thin. They were slightly curved after being dried. The yellow core was slightly transparent with a faint white color floating on it, which should be the precipitated potato starch.
At first glance, the potatoes did not turn black or gray at all, and just as Qiao Xuejun said, they were of very good quality.
Zhao Xian: "The potatoes are of good quality."
"Of course." Qiao Xuejun thought of something and emphasized, "All our companions in the shelter can eat their fill."
There will definitely be a problem of insufficient food quota, so Zhao Xian doesn't have to think about merging her into the first base.
Qiao Xuejun's reaction made Zhao Xian smile: "I know."
Zhao Xian looked at the bag of potatoes and remembered that Qiao Xuejun had gone to the city to call the police, took his gun, and gave him two baked potatoes: "Expert, how many potatoes do you have? Can we still farm now?"
It seemed that Zhao Xian had never doubted that she was farming. Could he make such a conclusion just by seeing her buying plastic mulch?
Qiao Xuejun looked up at him, was silent for a moment, and finally answered: "It can't be planted now."
Zhao Xian got the answer and nodded: "If you have extra potatoes, I can exchange with you."
Qiao Xuejun was surprised: "What do you want to change?"
Zhao Xian looked at Qiao Xuejun's pocket, where the gun he gave her was. "How many bullets do you have left?"
Qiao Xuejun would not shoot unless it was absolutely necessary, and so far he had only used three bullets, a total of 17 bullets in this gun. Although Qiao Xuejun used them sparingly, they would eventually run out.
"One bullet for two potatoes."
Qiao Xuejun looked at Zhao Xian in surprise after hearing this. This deal was a good deal for her. In terms of quantity, she had millions of potatoes, but she was afraid that she would never use millions of bullets in her life.
Zhao Xian: "One bullet can save a life, and two potatoes can also save a life. Expert, please think about it."
Qiao Xuejun made a prompt decision: "Okay, I do have some extra potatoes here, but not too many. I'll give you 200 potatoes in exchange for 100 bullets first?"
Zhao Xian: “Okay.”
Qiao Xuejun nodded: "It's settled then, I'll go and install it for you."
After she finished speaking, she suddenly thought, "Two hundred potatoes weigh about one hundred kilograms, plus the weight here, a total of two hundred kilograms. Can you lift it? Otherwise, I'll send it to you later and bring the bullets over at the same time."
Zhao Xian raised his eyebrows: "It's only two hundred pounds. Just give it to me."
He said, pulling out several magazines from the magazine pouch of his tactical vest, "A magazine has 17 rounds, here are 6, a total of 102 rounds. Do you know how to change the bullets?"
He handed all six magazines to Qiao Xuejun.
Qiao Xuejun quickly caught it.
The magazines that seemed neatly stacked and easy to hold in Zhao Xian's hands were so tight in Qiao Xuejun's hands that he could not put them down for a moment and filled his arms with them.
Qiao Xuejun held it carefully and shook her head: "I'm not sure."
She thought for a moment and pushed open the door of the shelter. "If the Lord is not in a hurry to leave, why don't you come in and talk slowly? I'll pack the potatoes for you."
Zhao Xian nodded: "Okay."
Not far down the mountain, Shen Xingtang saw Zhao Xian enter Qiao Xuejun's house through the system monitoring. He was a little anxious: "Qiao Xuejun brought all the things to him, why did he enter the house! What happened? Can't the system pick up the sound? I have no idea what they said!"
System: "The distance is too far. We can only monitor the image but not the sound."
Shen Xingtang was anxious: "What on earth is he doing in there? And where did Qiao Xuejun get that big bag of potato chips?"
Although no sound could be heard, the surveillance footage was clear. Shen Xingtang saw Qiao Xuejun taking out a large bag of potatoes. "How did she get so many potatoes? They were even dried and dried! Didn't you say that her points could not be exchanged for anything?"
System: "Her system is a granary system after all. I guess it might be something given in the novice gift package. It's a one-time thing, and it will be gone after it's used up."
Shen Xingtang thought about her novice gift pack, the props to increase favorability, the props to increase affinity, which usually require a lot of points to exchange, but the novice gift pack is given for free. She immediately understood that if Qiao Xuejun saved the novice gift pack and didn't use it, it was indeed reasonable.
But no matter what, Qiao Xuejun was blocking her way.
"Her existence is too risky for me. Zhao Xian is too close to her. Tell me, how am I inferior to her? I am prettier than her, my personality is worse than hers, and my base is much bigger than hers! No matter how you look at it, Zhao Xian and I are a better match."
Qiao Xuejun was nothing. She had not taken her seriously since she saw her today. Let alone anything else, she was wearing three layers of clothes inside and outside, wrapped up like a bear, with no figure at all. She also had a big white cotton mask on her face, covering half of her face, which was very rough. Her hair was just tied into a high ponytail.
But she is different. The mask on her face is carefully made to modify her face shape and highlight her facial contours. It is a kind of beauty with an atmosphere. Her clothes are also deliberately matched, her figure is perfect, and her hairstyle is the cat-ear hairstyle that was very popular before the end of the world.
From any angle, she has an irresistible temptation to men.
She chose Zhao Xian because she felt that he was the most handsome and the strongest of all the attackers. It would be a great sense of accomplishment to have such a man fall in love with her.
Zhao Xian deserves her.
But now Zhao Xian actually looks at another woman differently, which is simply intolerable.
She must draw Zhao Xian's attention back, and first of all she must find a way to deal with Qiao Xuejun. After all, Zhao Xian's eyes are on her now.
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Zhao Xian followed Qiao Xuejun into the shelter.
warm.
Walking into the shelter, the first thing Zhao Xian felt was the temperature, which was completely different from the bad weather outside. His first base, the second and third floors were also quite warm, but because there were many people and no ventilation, the mountain itself had a warming effect.
There must be only one reason why it is so warm here at Qiao Xuejun's place: they have heating.
Did you burn firewood?
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