After Zhang Xiaoxiao explained everything to her family, even Zhang Chao joined the search for supplies. Just for three meals a day, the whole family turned all the surrounding warehouses upside down and made a list, all in order to exchange for more food later and figure out the exchange rules. But after ten days, even if they were extremely frugal, the steamed buns were all used up, and the people on the other side did not respond no matter how much they called.
"I'm planning to go out tomorrow." After a few days of rest, Zhang Feng had regained some of his strength, but seeing that there was no food left, he had to go out. Even if he couldn't do heavy work now, he could still get some cornbread to bring back.
"Old Zhang," Fu Min called out in disagreement.
My husband is still not fully recovered, so how could his fracture heal so easily? Besides, all he's been doing these past few days of rest has been eating some steamed buns and drinking hot water.
Looking at her husband's gaunt face, Fu Min's eyes were filled with sorrow. No matter what, as long as her daughter could still access that trading platform, they still had a chance to survive. "Let's wait a little longer, just wait..."
"Mom! She's here!" came the daughter's scream, and the couple looked in the direction of the sound.
My daughter's fingers were sliding in the air, her face full of excitement.
It looks like something someone would do if they were starving to death.
"I'm going to check on Chaochao. You stay with Xiaoxiao." Fu Min walked outside.
Yuan Zhuan looked at Zhang Xiaoxiao's face, which had become even thinner, and coughed a little guiltily. She had forgotten that this girl had only exchanged some steamed buns for money, and there were still injured people in her family. She guessed that these days had not been easy for her.
"You've called me five times already, why did it take you so long to remind me?" The online calls were recorded, and Yuan Zhuan saw the record of five online greetings, once a day, and felt a little guilty.
It's true that I've been very busy lately, but it's also true that I've forgotten about this place, since the system's presence isn't very noticeable.
"A price of one gold coin or more, exchanged for steamed buns and water." The system knew where Yuan Zhuan was in pain.
Yuan Zhuan: ...My face hurts.
His face flushed red, Yuan Zhuan felt even more ashamed.
Isn't that because there were no supplies on the train?
While Yuan Zhuan was arguing with the system in his mind, Zhang Xiaoxiao's excited voice came through, "Sister, hello...hello, ...
"Long time no see. What would you like to order this time? Would you like some meat?" Yuan Zhuan, feeling guilty, offered the price before the other party could even speak.
"Yes!! Yes, yes, yes!" Zhang Xiaoxiao almost screamed with excitement. Meat, it was like she hadn't eaten it in a century, she had already forgotten what it tasted like.
Zhang Feng watched as his daughter excitedly shouted at the air in the hall, looking completely lost and helpless. His expression almost contorted. If he hadn't actually eaten the steamed bun, he would have thought his daughter was delusional.
In the apocalypse, with people possessing superpowers, it's normal to have an invisible trading system, well, it should be normal.
After receiving permission, Yuan Zhuan prepared to go to the market to buy vegetables.
"Sister, we found a lot of supplies. Let me show you."
"good."
And so, the two set off towards their destination. Zhang Xiaoxiao, being an outgoing person, talked about their experiences over the past few days, her words filled with reverence for life and a dream of living well. She also mentioned a central city, the world's largest survival base, where, it was said, everyone was a superhuman, with no ordinary people among them.
The little girl kept talking the whole way. Perhaps it had been too long since she had communicated with someone her own age. She was so excited that she didn't even care whether her only listener was actually there.
Yuan Zhuan stopped transmitting the message and bought about 20 jin of meat, two fish, 30 jin of rice, more than 10 jin of vegetables, more than 10 jin of noodles, more than 10 jin of flour, and all sorts of seasonings. He calculated that he had spent almost 200 yuan.
She was out of money. This time, she had spent all the allowance Zhao Ma had given her for the year.
They found a handcart to transport the supplies to the alley next to the vegetable market. Yuan Zhuan followed behind, her mind racing. The fact that she had no money made her frown.
The family of four over there had to buy food, and she was the one who paid for it. However, the supplies they exchanged could only be stored in the system to exchange for life, and she, a child who needed to go to school, had no source of income at all.
No, she has to open source it.
This time, Yuan Zhuan exchanged several warehouses' worth of renovation molds and steel bars, and unexpectedly managed to exchange them for two gold coins and several silver and copper coins.
"System, which one is more valuable?" Yuan Zhuan asked in surprise, as the exchange value this time was higher than the last time.
"Reinforcing steel. Reinforcing steel, cement, and crystals from the apocalyptic world are all very valuable."
“Crystals? The currency for trading in the post-apocalyptic world?” Zhang Xiaoxiao didn’t mention this.
How do I exchange crystals for gold coins?
"Ten crystals can be exchanged for one gold coin. One crystal core can be exchanged for one gold coin."
"There are only two types of currency units in this post-apocalyptic world?"
"System supply and demand".
Yuan Zhuan: ...Okay.
The system only needs crystal cores and crystals, which fits its search-specific nature.
"One hundred gold coins will upgrade this system to a level one system. Open the system shop and activate the internal exchange function. Please keep up the good work, host."
"Huh? Can I see this now?" Internal system exchange? Could it be exchanging for the goods she got from the apocalypse?
The system disappeared again. After trying several times without any response, Yuan Zhuan went silent. After sending the goods, she prepared to wander around. She needed to find a suitable shop before going to school.
Zhang Xiaoxiao and her family stared dumbfounded at the pile of supplies on the ground that they never dared to dream of, and were shocked like never before.
These were the most ordinary supplies before the apocalypse. Even in the post-apocalyptic world, no family with superpowers living on the outskirts of the central city could possibly purchase so many supplies at once. And all of this happened so strangely, appearing suddenly from mid-air and falling to the ground.
When their fingers touched the actual supplies, the couple wept with joy, while the siblings covered their mouths tightly and jumped high in the air.
They have a way to survive, and they can live very well!
The couple did a detailed inventory and, based on the supplies they had exchanged, made a rough estimate. They concluded that the factory's supplies should be enough to exchange for enough food for another six months. Once they had recovered sufficiently, their family would move to another location. They had just been told that they wanted anything, any supplies, except for gold, crystal cores, and steel bars—the more the better. Zhang Feng happened to know the locations of several steel mills.
With hope for the future, Zhang Xiaoxiao's family underwent a complete transformation in their overall demeanor, and everyone's face radiated vitality.
"Dad, you stay home and keep an eye on my younger brother. Mom and I are going to go somewhere a little further away. Don't worry, we won't go too far; we'll stay near the factory."
"good."
"Boss, is the shop across the street for rent?" Yuan Zhuan had been wandering around for over an hour before finally spotting a sign that said "For Rent," but it didn't have any contact information. Just then, Fu Bo, an acquaintance from across the street, returned from grocery shopping and was stopped by Yuan Zhuan for directions.
"Hey, aren't you the little girl who bought cinnabar the other day?" The discarded cinnabar and the eight-year-old girl looked strange together, so much so that Fu Bo remembered Yuan Zhuan's face clearly.
"Yes, Uncle, my mom wants to rent a shop to sell food. Let's split up and look around." Originally, she planned to rent a spot near the vegetable market to set up a stall, but she needs to deliver supplies there every few days. She can't always be at the alley entrance where the supplies are delivered; if someone sees her one day, it could cause a big problem. Delivering them to a shop would naturally avoid all the risks.
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