Chapter 256 Finding Trouble
When Yun Zhao turned around, he was surprised to find that it was the group of sentries from Dongcha Town.
Apart from Liu Hong, the other eight people were present.
Everyone was crowded around the half of the temporary rented stall, seemingly selling the items they had brought.
Li Guo and the others stood up and waved excitedly at her, "Miss Yun... Miss Yun."
I originally wanted to call it Cloud Guide, but there were too many people around the market.
Fearing it would cause unnecessary trouble, he changed his mind before he could finish speaking.
Yun Zhao was wearing a hat, and half of his face was covered by a scarf. If they hadn't seen the two little birds, one red and one blue, they almost wouldn't have recognized him.
We've been through a five-star contaminated zone together, after all.
They were in a large, unfamiliar base, and it was inevitable that they would feel excited when they suddenly saw familiar faces.
"Miss Yun, what brings you here?" Xu Pengcheng and Ge Bo greeted her warmly.
In the bustling farmers' market, their stalls were deserted, with not a single person asking them anything.
Yun Zhao was slightly taken aback. She had been sick for a while and had almost forgotten about these people.
"I came here to buy some things, what are you all doing here?"
Her voice sounded somewhat muffled through the scarf.
Xu Pengcheng scratched his head. "We sell things here, but Sister Hong can't come over. She's guarding the car over in the shantytown."
When they emerged from contaminated zone 235, they were all injured and stayed behind to recuperate.
For safety's sake, I plan to go with the reinforcements.
However, the reinforcements were delayed for a long time before they could set off to return, as they had to inventory the pollutants and materials left behind after the collapse and clean up the surrounding mutants.
Therefore, they only arrived the day before yesterday.
Upon entering the city, the group of sentries, who had little experience of the world, were shocked by the sheer size and prosperity of the base. It was bustling with people everywhere.
What surprised them even more was that everyone was talking about the five-star contaminated zone and the S-class guide.
The group of people could be considered as participants in the five-star mission.
After all, this is a significant chapter in humanity's history of combating contaminated areas.
They also contributed their share, even if that share was small compared to that of the S-class teams.
Yun Zhao nodded and pulled Cheng Dongqing to their stall.
We're getting closer.
Yun Zhao then saw clearly the items displayed on their stall.
Most of them are strange little objects collected on the edge of the contaminated area.
Yellowed old magazines, cute cartoon figurines, several fountain pens of various styles, glasses cases, water cups, cards, and even some outrageous nail polish...
There was no food, and most of it was not essential for daily life.
No wonder no one even asked.
Upon seeing these things, Yun Zhao became somewhat silent.
Back then, my uncles would often collect these little things and then painstakingly take them to the big base to sell.
Yun Zhao was still young at that time and naively thought that these things would sell very well.
She was always happy to see her uncles bringing back supplies.
He excitedly ran over to ask how much food he could get in exchange.
The uncles would always laugh and boast that they would buy her lots and lots of snacks.
Did our uncles back then... also do things like this, dragging strange and unusual items, squatting in the cold wind, eagerly watching passersby, hoping that someone would stop and take a look at what they had risked their lives to find?
Yun Zhao suddenly felt a little sad.
She has no shortage of points or food now.
Yun Zhao bent down and picked out many things that he had no use for.
"Miss Yun, please choose whatever you like, it's all free... Would you like some hand cream? This one's still very new and usable..."
The sentries, oblivious to anything amiss, greeted her warmly and helped her choose things she could use.
Cheng Dongqing quickly found a bag and helped pack the things.
In the end, Yun Zhao selected dozens of miscellaneous items, including a guitar with a broken string.
The sentries refused to accept the money.
She used the card reader to swipe two hundred points for them without a second thought.
Before leaving.
Yun Zhao said, "The Sentinel Training Camp has only been open for a few days. You should go and participate in the training."
Although the registration period has ended, based on their experience in the five-star contaminated zone, the training camp will make an exception and let them in without anyone's intervention.
"Otherwise, we won't be so lucky if we get caught up in the contaminated area again," Yun Zhao added quietly.
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Xie Tu parked his car across from the farmers' market.
He has not built any barriers and cannot tolerate the noise coming from all directions.
The crowded and noisy environment of a farmers' market is a huge burden on the senses of an S-level sentinel.
The slightest disturbance could trigger a riot in the spiritual realm.
Xie Tu waited in the car for a long time.
His spiritual form, the Fire Phoenix, knew that others were outside, yet it neither came out to look for him nor alerted those inside.
It's as if he, as a being, doesn't exist.
They had a blast inside.
Xie Tu did not forcibly withdraw his spiritual body. Through the spiritual connection, he learned that Yun Zhao had come out to buy New Year's goods.
Having been back for so long, she seems to have fully recovered and is finally going out for walks.
And just now, a mental barrier was created for the Fire Phoenix.
She rarely goes out shopping, and besides, she didn't have anything urgent to do.
Xie Tu patiently waited in the car.
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Yun Zhao and Cheng Dongqing wandered around the farmers' market for a long time before finally finding a sausage-making machine.
I bought so much stuff.
Cheng Dongqing couldn't carry it all by himself, so he said, "Sister Yun Zhao, the search team didn't go out today. Let's go to our stall and ask them to come and help us move things."
Yun Zhao was in a low mood.
She had originally planned to do the same, so she nodded in agreement.
The farmers' market is divided into several sections.
Cheng Dongqing led his men through a maze of turns to the stall they had rented in Qingshan Town.
As we walked, I told her, "The shops are all run by local people from the town. Recently, they've been selling coal, wild vegetables, and handicrafts made by the aunties."
"It seems like Uncle He is there today."
In Qingshan Town, He is a common surname, with six out of ten households bearing the surname He.
The Uncle He mentioned by Cheng Dongqing is named He Guangyang. He is an ordinary person, not very old, but with a very high seniority.
Although he was only in his early twenties, some middle-aged people in the town would call him "uncle" when they saw him.
The two weaved through the crowd, but as they got closer, they discovered that many people were standing around the shops in town.
It was noisy inside, and you could vaguely hear arguing.
Cheng Dongqing sensed something was wrong and hurriedly pushed through the crowd, "Make way, everyone make way..."
Yun Zhao lagged two steps behind and squeezed in after him.
She looked up and saw a group of patrolmen standing there, arguing with He Guangyang.
The goods for sale at the stall were scattered all over the ground, the baskets for holding coal lay on the ground, and many honeycomb briquettes fell and shattered into dust.
That patrol team.
It was none other than Group 17, where Cheng Dongshu had previously worked.
Zhang Yong stood in front of the stall, sneering as he stomped on a basket on the ground, flattening it. "There are regulations in the farmers' market that only agricultural products and small handicrafts can be sold. Who allowed you to sell coal here?"
He Guangyang was so angry that he trembled all over upon hearing this.
He has explained it countless times.
Farmers' markets do have such regulations: apart from agricultural products and handicrafts, other goods must be sold at the trading center market.
However, the trading center must also pay a booth fee.
To save costs, many vendors simply set up their small items here.
Residents were very happy to accept this, as it saved them the trouble of going to another market to buy coal.
All the other stall owners do the same thing.
The departments that manage farmers' markets generally turn a blind eye and do not interfere too much.
This rule is, frankly, obsolete.
In this area, there are several coal-selling companies.
The patrol team ignored this and seized on this point to cause trouble for them.
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