Chapter 116 Visiting the West District
The base provides a fixed amount of supplies to ordinary people who create labor for the base every month.
There are also people who cannot create labor; for these people, the supplies distributed by the base can only keep them alive.
As I said before, in this day and age, no place is willing to unconditionally support people who do nothing.
Since Zhou Yi'an took office, the West District has strengthened its management and specially arranged people to patrol, in order to prevent the bullying of the weak in this area.
In the chaos of the early apocalypse, when most people had lost their humanity, many were willing to trek through mountains and rivers to enter the base because once inside, the base would offer protection. The outside world was already in utter chaos.
Perhaps because of the New Year, a folk custom ingrained in people's bones, even in the end times, there is still some human touch.
The people setting up stalls were almost all thin and sallow, clearly indicating that they had been going hungry for a long time.
It's snowing today, and there are many people strolling around the West District. Some are carrying umbrellas, while others are not, and they are all covered in snowflakes. Some are wearing hats, while others have a cloth covering their heads.
The people setting up their stalls were in a similar situation, but along the way there were specially built rain shelters, which must have been built by the base specifically for this market.
As Ye Shang looked around, most of the items were handmade, but there were also some... well, things that were very valuable before the apocalypse, such as diamonds and jewelry.
Ye Shang saw an old woman sitting hunched over on a stone, with a cloth in front of her and some red paper window decorations with the character '福' (fortune) written on them.
Ye Shang squatted down, picked up a few "Fu" cards, and asked, "How much?"
The old lady held up two fingers, "Two pieces of bread or biscuits are fine."
As she spoke, she pointed out the words written on a piece of cardboard to Ye Shang.
Ye Shang looked over and saw that it said, "Anything is fine as long as it's food."
Next to the old lady sat a little girl, in front of whom were some small things she had made herself, such as little rabbits crocheted with yarn.
She was quite bold. "Sir, we can sell any of these things, as long as they're food. What do you think?"
They don't mind how much, as long as there's something, it's fine. Basically, one piece of food can be exchanged for a piece of window paper or a handicraft.
These were all things she and her grandmother had saved up to exchange with those powerful superhumans, and then made themselves.
Ye Shang took several sheets of window paper and said to Chen Zui, "Take a look and see if there's anything you like."
Chen Zui had a pair of big, round eyes with clear black and white pupils. The surroundings were no longer blood red as before. He squatted down and picked out a small tiger from the little girl's stall. "Sister, this is fine with me."
"Hmm." Ye Shang stood up, took out a ten-pound bag of flour from his spatial storage, and handed it over. "Is this enough?"
The child's mouth dropped open. Although he could occasionally see powerful superhumans using their abilities, it was rare to encounter them. Offensive abilities were not allowed in the West District.
She looked at Ye Shang and stammered, "Guest, there's...there's too much. Why don't you choose some more?"
Ye Shang shook his head, "No need."
After putting down the flour, I took Chen Zui out for another stroll.
After they left, the little girl hurriedly pulled the flour she had exchanged behind her grandmother and wrapped it up in a tattered cloth.
Although the base is no longer as chaotic as it was initially after the reforms, the principle of not flaunting wealth is something everyone living here must remember.
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