Chapter 585 Rice Grains
Teacher Huang's outstretched hand paused in the air.
...cheating elderly people, huh?
Young people nowadays tell lies so often, without thinking, right?
You think she's become stupid when she gets old, right?
Teacher Huang immediately withdrew his hand, his face not looking good, "I don't know who you are——"
Arula grabbed her arm and blinked hard, saying, "She's Boss Xia."
"...I don't care what you sell—"
"She's serious, she has it all!"
Teacher Huang was furious. "Arula, I'm not saying that you have a good and simple nature, but you can't believe everything. Nowadays, everyone has something hidden. How can you sell it——"
"Teacher Huang, have some candy!"
The two children stood on tiptoe and stuffed a small, square, hard object into her open mouth.
She subconsciously stuck out her tongue to resist, but was immediately shocked by the sweetness coming from the tip of her tongue.
"Teacher, I got you some rock candy!"
The two children also put a piece of rock sugar in their mouths, and their eyes narrowed with joy.
When Teacher Huang realized what was happening, she immediately tried to spit out the candy. "How can you just eat rock candy? Sugar is a precious resource. How can you let the kids grab some and eat it themselves? You can't buy it anywhere these days. It's too extravagant!"
Cai Rang, who was fixing the support structure of the house, was scolded for no reason. He grabbed the open bag of candy, tied it up, weighed it in his hand for a few times, and said nonchalantly, "It's okay, let them eat it. There's plenty of candy at home."
Teacher Huang suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.
"What? What did your husband say?"
Arula: "What Cairang said is right. The children have not had anything sweet to eat in the past two years. Now that we have it, we are not restricted. Take as much as you want and eat as much as you want. There is plenty. I will bring you a bag later."
"That's not allowed!" Teacher Huang shook his hands in shock.
She lived not far from the town, and when she went to the town to look for food, she basically searched every household, and sugar was the first thing she wanted to take back.
After these years, there is not much stock left in the town.
Arula and the others were deep in the grassland and couldn't even see a village. How could they have so much candy?
Teacher Huang looked at Xia Yan with suspicion.
Xia Yan smiled, "Yes, Mr. Huang, I also sell candy here."
...
Teacher Huang turned the filled paper over, shook the pen a few times, and blew a few breaths of hot air before the mark was left.
She looked at Xia Yan again and wrote down what she needed.
Outside the house, Cairang's home was almost ready, and Arula was busy moving the furniture inside.
The two children were not idle either. They were ordered by their father to dig soil in the pit. Teacher Huang said that without the wall, she could only rely on this method to resist the zombies.
Fortunately, she has been very careful over the years and tried not to make any noise.
The zombies in the town couldn't find any living people and were gradually attracted away by the creatures that had rashly broken in. They had no memories and couldn't find the way they set out, so Teacher Huang survived.
Xia Yan felt that another reason was because she was a water-based mutant.
People cannot survive for more than a few days without clean water.
Teacher Huang swept away his previous doubts and wrote a whole page in a fluent manner. At the end, he took the paper and read it again carefully, adding a few things he had forgotten to write.
Finally, he handed it to Xia Yan, "Then I'll leave it to you."
Xia Yan glanced at the ten lines and said, "Okay, but how will you pay? Gold is best."
Teacher Huang remained calm and said, "Okay."
There may be no food in the town, but there is definitely no shortage of gold. She has saved up a small box so that the society can be stable in the future and her children can have money to continue their studies.
Xia Yan took out the All Things Appraiser, placed the gold on it to appraise its value, and then said, "Where are all the things?"
So fast? Doubtfully, Teacher Huang took her to the adjacent classroom and quickly folded the tables and chairs together, freeing up space in the middle for her to put her things.
Xia Yan was too lazy to go back to the hotel to buy it at the supermarket, so he just checked and placed the order at the nearby mall.
Teacher Huang kept staring at her, imagining where she could take it out. She even relaxed her thinking and guessed Doraemon's pocket.
Xia Yan put his palms down and casually threw them outwards. Bags of white, dust-free flour fell heavily to the ground, followed by bags of 50kg rice and rows of cooking oil.
Large boxes labeled soy sauce, vinegar, oyster sauce, and cooking wine were stacked high.
Even the packaged seasonings come in boxes and are stacked close together.
Not to mention the dried noodles, dried mushrooms, dried fruit, salted kelp, lotus root slices, and tribute vegetables...
Teacher Huang has rich life experience and naturally knows which foods can be stored longer. She wrote almost everything she knows on it.
To be honest, when she was recording, she wanted Xia Yan to give up.
A person who has obviously never suffered hardship runs to the depths of the grassland to sell goods. It seems that she has bad intentions. It would be best to take this opportunity to expose her true colors.
But!
Teacher Huang suddenly slapped himself hard.
pain!
It’s not a dream!
The continuous slight vibration moved up along her heels, causing ripples in her heart.
Teacher Huang was a little tipsy after drinking.
"Is this true... You're actually a salesman."
Xia Yan, who was busy dealing in goods, heard this and said, "...Do I look fake?"
Teacher Huang glanced at her with a dazed look in his eyes, walked forward with unsteady steps, approached the rice bag, grabbed the thin string and pulled hard.
Unpacking the bag is incredibly smooth.
The crystal clear, oval-shaped rice grains lay obediently inside.
Teacher Huang stretched out his hand, which was covered with cuts, tremblingly.
Against the backdrop of the smooth milky white color, her hands seemed to have experienced countless hardships.
She carefully picked up a handful of rice and put it under her nose to sniff.
A faint fragrance seeped in.
She picked up a few grains of rice and put them into her mouth and chewed them slowly. It was slightly sweet and the fragrance lingered between her teeth. It was good rice!
The smell of rice instantly awakened her body's deep desire for carbohydrates. It was like a hook, pulling her hard, clamoring for rice, big rice!
Teacher Huang had forgotten how long it had been since he had eaten rice and flour, and his first reaction was joy.
Extremely excited.
But then, she looked at the rice in her hand, then at the classroom filled with food, and the empty chairs in the back that hadn't been occupied, her nose felt sore, and she choked up and said:
“How many children will starve to death.”
Teacher Huang loosened his grip and the rice grains fell like running water. The rustling sound was like both friction and rapid breathing rushing through the throat.
It's more like the helpless whimpering resistance when watching the disaster cruelly reap human lives.
Who can do anything about it?
She is just a thin, small, and old person.
Xia Yan put down the last box and comforted her, "Don't be sad, everything is over."
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