Zhao Gang touched the cub's cute little face and felt that this matter should end here.
He looked at Evan with annoyance, no longer wanting to waste his time with the cubs because of these boring people.
“If you want peace and quiet, leave now,” Zhao Gang said to Evan, a glint of malice flashing in his eyes.
A layer of mist suddenly welled up in Evan's clear eyes, and he said, "Okay."
Then the mist in front of him suddenly dissipated, revealing a deep hatred hidden in his eyes, yet he still left with his men.
Before leaving, he bent down slightly and stared intently at Zhao Xiaoxiu, from top to bottom and from left to right, as if he wanted to imprint every single one of her eyelashes and every single mole on her face into his mind.
“Dad, he hates me.” Zhao Xiaoxiu said in surprise as she watched the departing convoy.
Zhao Gang frowned slightly. This time, his manipulation of Evan had only been half successful.
This was the first time his control over a human had failed.
“A successful level four mental power evolver, he’s stronger than his brother Steven,” Zhao Gang explained to his daughter in a low voice.
Zhao Xiaoxiu shrugged. "But that's all in the past, right?"
Zhao Gang smiled slightly, "Yes."
The road repair team's work continues. All the roads in Area B have been paved and hardened. Mo Shigui led all the lords to participate in the road repair work leading from Jiangcheng to the planting area.
After the Green Field Alliance Evolution Potion incident, the lords of Area B became more united than ever before, and even had the idea of getting rich together.
However, as the workload of the road construction teams increased, the lords had to worry about their crops and face numerous difficulties in road construction. After finishing their work each day, they would just lie down when they got home and had no energy left to think about how to get rich.
Zhao Gang resumed his daily routine of voluntary labor, leaving early and returning late.
Now that the Meng family's strength has greatly increased, they are eager to head to the forest, hoping to bring back more mutated plants that can be cultivated.
Therefore, the previous ranch plan has been temporarily shelved.
However, because there was also a green-haired guy from the 'chaotic faction' at home, the mother and her two children would take turns, with one person always staying at home to take care of Zhao Xiaoxiu and the crops.
The rapeseed flowers in the field have bloomed, the period of change has arrived, and songs are needed to soothe them.
From other territories, you hear melodious classical music or heavy metal punk from music players. At the very least, there are cheerful and simple children's songs.
Zhao Xiaoxiu's family is different; all sorts of random, babbling sounds can be heard from their territory.
Those were the sounds received by the potted sunflowers in the field: Zhao Xiaoxiu humming happily, Granny Meng roaring when scolding her son, and the rolling sounds of Monkey Sister and Little Flying Hero fighting.
With multiple sounds combined, it's another colorful day.
With nothing to do lately, Zhao Xiaoxiu took over the stall, but business was so-so.
Hunters rarely pass by here, Zhao Xiaoxiu pondered, wondering if she should set up her stall on the west side. That side was the only way into the planting area, and many hunting groups passed by there.
However, Zhao Xiaoxiu wasn't too worried about these goods not selling, because they could be stored for a long time.
What worries Zhao Xiaoxiu are the rapidly ripening tomatoes in the greenhouse.
My family can't keep up with the crazy ripening of these evolved tomatoes.
To avoid waste, Zhao Xiaoxiu and her father, along with Grandma Meng and her son, now eat tomatoes every day.
Meng Er never imagined that one day he would feel like vomiting at the sight of delicious evolved fruits and vegetables.
Zhao Xiaoxiu now feels nauseous whenever she smells tomatoes.
The refrigerator was piled high with tomatoes that had been stockpiled, and there were still plenty left. Grandma Meng rolled up her sleeves and tried to make tomato sauce.
Both attempts ended in failure.
Later, Zhao Gang took matters into his own hands and succeeded, but unfortunately, the shelf life was only a month at most, and it didn't keep well.
But it's still better than letting fresh tomatoes rot.
Now, the coffee table in the living room is piled high with tomato sauce packaged in clean nutrient solution bags.
Zhao Xiaoxiu wanted to sell them all. She advertised them on the public radio channel, and many people inquired about the price, but very few actually came to buy them.
First, I don't have time; second, I think it's too expensive.
Aji and his family bought some to support their child's business, but they still have over a hundred bags at home.
They can't sell out! They simply can't sell out!
Now Zhao Xiaoxiu can only pin her hopes on the hunting party members who are willing to spend their points.
The midday sun was quite strong, so Zhao Xiaoxiu used the branches on the green wall to create a sunshade for herself.
She sat in the shaded area with a large megaphone on her lap, turned it on, and the recorded hawking calls from her little girl immediately came through.
Don't miss out! Freshly made, evolved tomato sauce, not 999, not 888, only 99 per bag!
What? You still think 99 is too expensive? Then it's 88! Fresh, sweet and sour, evolved tomato sauce, all-natural and pollution-free, only 88! Tempted? If you're interested, take action! What are you waiting for...?
The vendor's cries were so passionate that Zhao Xiaoxiu was thrilled to hear them.
But when he looked up, there wasn't a single person in sight.
"Move!" We have to move it!
Zhao Xiaoxiu turned off the loudspeaker, jumped off the high stool made of wooden stakes, and turned to look at the parking area.
The little boy, dressed in tattered old clothes, was lying under a modified car, holding a wrench to replace car parts.
These are all spoils of war seized by the lords of District B from the Greenfield Alliance, and also the debts they mortgaged.
As long as Zhao Xiaoxiu sells it, she can make a small profit.
Zhao Gang found this kind of thing uninteresting and let his little one do whatever he wanted.
Zhao Xiaoxiu then caught Xiwa and asked him to find a way to make these vehicles and equipment sell better.
"Grandma, what are you doing?" Xiwa immediately dropped the wrench and ran over, calling out "Grandma" with great enthusiasm.
He planned to stay there and not leave, and Zhao Gang didn't say he would kick him out.
In any case, everything here is decided by this little grandma in front of her. Xiwa understood this clearly and tried her best to curry favor with Zhao Xiaoxiu.
That humble posture, almost like kneeling on the ground and barking at Zhao Xiaoxiu like a dog, always made Zhao Xiaoxiu frown; it was too despicable.
Zhao Xiaoxiu asked Xiwa to help her move her stall to the west side, first moving the weapons and ammunition stall and her tomato sauce stall, and then the other twenty-odd modified vehicles also drove over.
The little girl worked quickly, setting up Zhao Xiaoxiu's stall on the west side of the main road in just over ten minutes. She even chose a flat spot, placed her tall wooden stool and a small water bottle, and stacked bags of tomato sauce into a tower, which was quite eye-catching.
"Grandma, shall I fan you? It's so hot today, don't let your rosy little face get sunburned."
The little girl held two low-grade mutated zongzi leaves that Sister Monkey had carried back from outside. She held one leaf above her head and used the other to fan herself, her face beaming with smiles.
Someone came over, but Zhao Xiaoxiu ignored him and let him go. She quickly picked up the megaphone and turned it on.
A small team of ten people who had just come down from the mountain to the north were attracted by the hawking and gathered around the stall. Finally, someone asked about Zhao Xiaoxiu's tomato sauce.
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