Nanxing hadn't expected this. After a moment of silence, she cautiously asked, "Are your sister-in-law and Kang Kang alright?"
Han Biao smiled and said, "That's great. Your sister-in-law is a kindergarten teacher now, and Kang Kang is with her. I'll bring them to thank you in person tomorrow."
He then asked, "Weren't you in City A? Why did you suddenly come to City S? Did something happen?"
Nanxing briefly explained the mudslide: "Since we've lost our home anyway, we might as well travel around."
The fewer people who know about Xiaoyinghua's situation, the better. Besides... people's hearts can change. What if Han Biao changes?
They can't gamble on that "what if" scenario.
Han Biao listened with envy. He was still struggling to survive, while Nan Xing and the others had the leisure to travel around. The difference between people was greater than the difference between him and Yin Zi, who was lying in Ban Xia's arms and asking her to brush his fur.
"By the way," he hesitated for a moment, "I heard you all have superpowers?"
"Hmm, how did you know?"
Han Biao coughed awkwardly: "Ahem, you just finished registering at the door and your documents were sent upstairs right after. The base is short-staffed, and Sister Ning... she didn't just want to see you all today."
Nanxing and the others exchanged glances: "We don't plan to stay at the base for long. We'll leave as soon as the extreme cold ends."
Han Biao nodded understandingly: "It's good that you all understand. My wife and kids are waiting for me. I'll go home first and come back to see you after get off work tomorrow."
After seeing Han Biao off, the group looked at each other and decided to go back to their rooms to start cleaning.
Banxia released Tiantian, Camellia, Apricot, and Squid King from her spatial dimension: "To help with the work."
The Squid King was a little indignant: "I'm a mutated plant, how can I clean up?"
Before Banxia could speak, the Devouring Tree lashed out with a branch: "Are you asking for a beating again?"
The spitting king, who had just been beaten up, immediately shut up and said obsequiously, "I'm the best at cleaning. Boss, you can rest on the side and I'll do the work."
The Devouring Tree tossed the broom, mop, and other cleaning tools to the Spitting Melon King: "Then it's up to you!"
The Squid King was dumbfounded. It had lived in the wild since it was a baby and had no idea how to do any work!
Xingzi snorted coldly: "Learn from me, I'll only teach you once. If you don't learn it well, I'll cut off all the new vines that grow from you!"
With someone to help, Banxia simply pulled Nanxing along and became a hands-off manager.
After the room was cleaned spotless, Banxia took out the commonly used furniture and arranged it. The two of them washed and cleaned up before going to bed.
The next day, after the three families finished their meal, they went for a walk inside the base together.
Banxia asked, "Where do you want to go?"
Fang Yunyun suggested, "Let's go to the trading market and the mission hall first. Let's see if there's anything good in the trading market."
The trading market is located in the city center square and is mainly divided into two sections: the official trading market and the private trading market.
Banxia and her friends first went to the official trading market, which was almost exactly the same as the shopping mall before the apocalypse. It had everything from rice, flour, cooking oil, clothes, shoes, socks, and daily necessities. The only two drawbacks were that the variety was not rich enough and there were purchase limits.
In addition, to prevent theft or robbery, all the shelves were covered with barbed wire, and people buying supplies could not choose what they needed; instead, armed soldiers next to the shelves would help them retrieve it.
Fang Yunyun prepared to buy some more food: "I'd like to check the prices of the food, what about you?"
Let's go together.
The shelves no longer have the rice and flour commonly found before the apocalypse. Instead, there are mutated cornmeal, sweet potatoes, and potatoes, all priced at two points per kilogram, with a limit of one hundred kilograms per person per month based on their identity card.
“Sister Yunyun,” Banxia handed her and Nanxing’s ID cards, “Nanxing and I don’t lack food, so you can use our quota.”
Cai Yuan and Zhao Xuan also handed over their ID cards: "And ours too."
Fang Yunyun knew that both families had wood-type abilities and were not short of food, so she didn't stand on ceremony: "Thanks."
Those shopping nearby couldn't help but look at the group as if they were idiots. Food could be used as money before the apocalypse, so why would anyone willingly give away their money to someone else?
But upon seeing how tall and imposing they were, it suddenly dawned on me that they must be quite capable; otherwise, how could they have managed to fatten themselves up so much?
He thought this to himself, but before he knew it, he had said it out loud.
Banxia found it a bit strange; whether in her past life or this one, this was the first time she had ever heard someone say she was fat.
Standing next to her, Su Xiao couldn't help but pinch her own cheek, her eyes full of confusion: "Are we fat?"
"Silly," Su Yao tapped her forehead with his finger, "According to standard weight, we're certainly not fat, but—"
He looked around at the survivors, who were as thin as bamboo poles, and said, “Compared to them, we are indeed very fat.”
Su Xiao fell silent. Her family had no shortage of food; in fact, because all three of them had large appetites, almost every meal was more elaborate than what they ate before the apocalypse. But for other ordinary people, hunger was the norm.
Seven hundred catties of grain was not a small amount, and it took the soldiers quite a while to weigh out the amount that Fang Yunyun needed.
Daju didn't come, so she temporarily entrusted the food to Banxia for safekeeping, muttering under her breath, "I don't have enough points."
Besides the rent, each of them only had 1,000 points in their cards. After losing 700, her family only had 2,300 points left in their cards.
“Nanxing and I don’t need to buy anything,” Banxia glanced at the items on the shelf, which weren’t as plentiful or of good quality as the ones in her space. “What else do you need to buy? If you don’t have enough points, we can lend you some.”
Fang Yunyun shook her head: "That's all. Let's go to the private trading market next door."
Private markets offer a wider variety of goods, including not only basic necessities like food and clothing, but also handcrafted weapons, practical tools, stoves, charcoal, and a wide array of other items.
Just like the official base, this place is also patrolled by heavily armed soldiers.
A girl selling designer bags, seeing that Banxia and her friends were dressed smartly, loudly advertised, "Heartbreaker Birkin bag, classic and versatile black, 70% new, only 50 first-grade crystal cores. Handsome, buy a bag for the beautiful lady next to you!"
The woman selling cosmetics across from her also mustered up her courage and said, "Selling lipsticks! Brand new Louboutin lipsticks, still a year and a half left on the shelf, only twenty first-grade crystal cores."
The two vendors' cries seemed to have flipped a switch, and the people around them also started shouting loudly.
"Mutant chicken meat, twenty level-one crystal cores per pound."
"Small umbrellas on sale at a discount!"
"Five first-level crystals of fever reducer."
...
Banxia and the others couldn't help but look at each other in bewilderment, then quickly strolled around before fleeing out the door as if escaping.
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