A woman who looked like a pampered rich lady from head to toe walked over with a four or five-year-old boy.
After confirming that Zuo Ling had exchanged the drinks and dairy products, he took out a one-pound bag of rice and said proudly:
"I want to exchange it for a case of milk and a case of sparkling water."
Rice bricks are in high demand, and as soon as she took them out, they immediately attracted many eager glances.
If a tone of discussion were used, Zuo Ling would have given it to her instead, acting as if she were superior to others.
"Milk or sparkling water, you can only choose one."
Zuo Ling said calmly.
"you……"
The noblewoman was surprised; her rice bricks, which had always been successful, were rejected for the first time.
"Little girl, look carefully, this is refined rice, much better than the rice you usually eat."
The rice was indeed refined; Zuo Ling could see that very clearly. She simply disliked the attitude of the wealthy woman.
Lacking food and clothing, one could simply endure it, but that wasn't the case for her.
"I saw it." Zuo Ling replied calmly.
"You'll regret this." The noblewoman turned away angrily.
The little boy protested, yelling at the top of his lungs, "No! I want milk! I want milk! I want milk!"
The noblewoman glared at the boy, but the boy wasn't afraid of her and howled even louder.
The noblewoman angrily threw the rice brick at Zuo Ling and said grumbling, "Change to another box."
Zuo Ling handed it to her with good temper, enjoying seeing the noble lady clearly unwilling but having no choice but to do it.
The little boy was dissatisfied: "I want two boxes."
Zuo Ling secretly gave the little boy a thumbs up; he was such a good kid.
The noble lady was too lazy to argue with the little boy, so she threw another bag of rice bricks at Zuo Ling.
Two boxes of milk were exchanged for two bags of rice bricks. It's not a matter of who got the better deal; it's just a matter of each person getting what they needed.
Perhaps it was because things are rare that they become valuable, and one after another, several wealthy young men who had no shortage of food and drink made exchanges with Zuo Ling.
Some brought noodles, some brought dried fruit, and two families even brought firewood to exchange. As long as it looked suitable, Zuo Ling exchanged it with them.
The girl who traded cosmetics for supplies has disappeared; it's unknown whether she got anything in return.
Business was good, and taking advantage of the cover of the carriage, Zuo Ling put out six more boxes of milk. Afraid of being exposed, she didn't dare to take too many.
More than an hour later, all the changes were completed.
From that day on, Zuo Ling would drive his van out for a spin every few days.
While making the tricycle carriage, she found a transparent material in a container in Tianjin, which she said was bulletproof.
I tried it out and it worked well. Zuo Ling covered the entire front of the van with the stickers.
If people knew that she had pasted such expensive items on a cheap van, they would definitely call her a spendthrift.
Zuo Ling didn't take it seriously. So what if they squandered money? If they lost their lives, they would lose everything. What was a little squandering money?
She didn't go to the market to exchange goods every day; sometimes it was every three days, sometimes every five days, and she went whenever she felt like it.
I don't stay at the market for long, at most two hours. I leave when it's time, regardless of whether I've finished exchanging or not.
Over time, people who frequently came to the market to exchange goods all knew that she traded dairy products and beverages, and those who needed them would go straight to her.
Professor Jin was similar to her; he would come every three to five days to replace a batch of bean sprouts.
One day, as soon as Zuo Ling arrived, business came knocking.
"Change to a case of milk."
A burly man was holding a handful of noodles.
Zuo Ling glanced at it; it was the cheapest kind of dried noodles sold in the supermarket.
"Two bundles of noodles can be exchanged for a box of milk, but one bundle of noodles can only be exchanged for soda water."
"Do you know how to count? Grain is much more valuable than milk now. You can live without milk, but you can't live without grain. Do you understand?"
The man had an unfriendly tone.
Zuo Ling remained unmoved and repeated, "Two bundles of noodles for a box of milk."
The man snorted and turned to leave, but the woman beside him grabbed him: "Two rounds it is, let's exchange it for a case of soda water."
Zuo Ling looked at the person and recognized him as the beauty livestreamer who had used cosmetics to exchange for milk last time.
Ha, she's hooked up with a man.
In the post-apocalyptic world, it's common to see people exchanging their bodies for supplies; men and women are the same, so there's nothing strange about it.
Her ex-husband ran off with a rich woman for money, didn't he? Thinking of the past, Zuo Ling's eyes darkened.
The man's eyes gleamed with a wicked glint. "Fine, I'll do as you say. I'll change it."
He then took out two more packs of noodles, saying, "Exchange them for a case of milk and soda water."
One of the packets of noodles was noticeably less than a third of its original size.
"Could you please exchange this for another pack?"
The man, enraged, retorted, "Why are you making such a fuss? This isn't noodles, why should I exchange it for a different pack?"
Zuo Ling ignored him: "I won't change it. Please move aside and don't delay my business."
"You son of a bitch, I think you're asking for it." The man's hand was about to poke Zuo Ling's face.
Zuo Ling's face darkened, and she reached out to grab the man's wrist, pulling hard.
"Ah, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts..." the man screamed.
Zuo Ling let go and pushed him.
The man stumbled backward a few steps, slipped, and fell flat on his backside.
Their argument attracted a lot of attention, and everyone turned to look.
A man is furious when he loses face in front of others, especially in front of the woman he has given himself to.
He believed he had been ambushed unintentionally; otherwise, how could he have been pushed down by a young woman?
He got up, cursing and throwing a punch at Zuo Ling.
Before he could get close, Zuo Ling raised her leg and kicked him away.
After kicking, he sighed; the thick clothing was really hindering his performance.
The man was obviously a fat, bloated fellow who knew absolutely no martial arts skills. Zuo Ling could easily defeat him.
She was positioned on the side, next to a large snowdrift. The man, like a fat bird that had been thrown into flight, fell into the snowdrift with a thud.
A tall, imposing man was deeply embedded in the snow and couldn't get up for a long time.
Zuo Ling found it amusing; she hadn't expected to kick him that far, even though it seemed like she hadn't used much force.
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