Stocking up in space: surviving in a world of crisis

Lu Shao stared blankly at Ye Fu, and after a few seconds, his face turned red, and he pointed at Ye Fu, gnashing his teeth, wanting to tear it into pieces.

"How dare you say that about me."

Ye Fu remained expressionless, "Tell me the truth."

"you wanna die."

"If you want to die, you die first." Ye Fu had already given up normal communication with him.

"Very well, you guys are looking for something new to cause trouble, your identities are unknown, your purpose is not pure, come here, take the two of them to the cell, and send them to the mine to dig coal tomorrow."

As soon as the patrol behind heard Lu Shao's order, they immediately ran over.

"Is their car confiscated immediately?"

"Confiscated, dug for three years, and then let them out, and only gave them one black-faced bun a day."

After speaking, he smiled smugly, and looked at Ye Fu and Jiang Rong with disdain.

"They are serious criminals, and they cannot be exiled in one place, separated by three hundred kilometers."

"Young Master Lu, I have a better idea. They look pretty good, why not let them work in the service station, not only can earn food for the base, but also reward everyone."

Ye Fu recalled the thought just now, although this woman is very beautiful, but she is very vicious, she actually wanted to send them to the service station.

Ye Fu glanced around, there were not many people around here, apart from these dudes, there were five or six patrolling soldiers.

Ye Fu and Jiang Rong looked at each other, Jiang Rong took out a bag of stones, aimed at the camera not far away, and threw them directly.

With a "bang", several cameras shattered in response.

When they were in a daze, Ye Fu took out three balls from his pocket and threw them heavily on the ground. The balls exploded instantly and sprayed out dense fog. The pungent and stimulating smell permeated the air, and everyone present began to cry in pain. They rolled on the ground, Ye Fu put the car into the space, and swaggered away with Jiang Rong.

Finding a place where no one was around, Ye Fu released a truck, and the two of them drove into Tal City again. In the car, both Ye Fu and Jiang Rong changed into different outfits.

The truck was brought from country W, and there was an oilcloth cover on the rear compartment, which could pull fifteen tons of cargo.

There is no change between the urban area and the end of the world. The power supply in the city is restored, but ordinary residential buildings have limited power supply. Only factories and some high-end villa areas have uninterrupted power supply and water supply [-] hours a day.

On the mountain not far away, the white wind turbine is still operating.

Ye Fu decided to go to the Residents' Supply and Marketing Cooperative first to see the situation, if the price is right, he can exchange some things.

The base is ten kilometers behind the city of Taal and is said to house millions of people.

Residents in the base can use their point cards to trade supplies. People from other places come to exchange supplies. When they leave, they need to pay [-]%, which is the same as paying taxes.

There are not many local residents in Taal City. It was originally a small frontier city. After the end of the world, it was expanded and developed. Now it has become an industrial city, with factories everywhere, and workers wearing work uniforms on the road.

Here is the same as country w, with a 14-hour working system, two hours of overtime, [-] hours of work a day, no holidays, workers live in dormitories, and if they need a single room, the rent is not cheap.

The population of the base and the city has been saturated, so there are so many refugees outside, they can only live in low refugee houses, and the refugees have no jobs, so they can only beg and rob.

The truck was unremarkable, and it quickly became part of the army of trucks. Passing by the commercial city, Ye Fu even saw a beauty shop.

Every corner of Taal City is filled with the smell of coal. There are many chemical plants here, and all kinds of smells are intertwined. The faces of people passing by are abnormally sallow and swollen.

The Residents' Supply and Marketing Cooperative is a huge vegetable market. People who come here to buy goods all hold a white magnetic card in their hands, and some people come to exchange with various supplies in their hands.

Parked the car in the parking lot, the patrol personnel came to collect the supplies, Ye Fu handed out three catties of sweet potatoes, after the other party registered, they let the two of them in.

Jiang Rong was carrying a black oil leather bag, and Ye Fu patrolled the entire store, including small commodities, furniture and home appliances, fruits and vegetables, second-hand clothes, shoes, and household items.

"The price of rough noodles has risen, and I can't afford it anymore. It costs [-] points per catty, and I only have [-] points for a day's work."

Hearing the complaint from a man behind, Ye Fu looked at the grain and oil store, there were thick noodles, wheat bran and rice bran in the big vat, most people could only shake their heads and leave.

There are people buying lard next to it. The lard has a strong smell and is yellow in color. It should be old oil that has been stored for more than two years.

There are very few fresh vegetables. The cabbage only has the outer layer of old leaves, and the inner layer of fresh vegetables has been sent to other places.

Instead, I saw some eggs and duck eggs, which should be specially bred, and they are very big. According to the people next to them, there is not much egg yolk in them, and the taste is very strange.

Ye Fu entered a household goods store, and there were sanitary napkins in bulk, which were relatively inferior and smelled like lime powder.

"Boss, how do you sell it?"

"Weigh it, but it depends on whether you buy it with a point card or exchange it for materials."

"What kind of supplies do you usually collect here?"

The boss smiled, "Smoke, alcohol, medicine, pen, ink, paper and inkstone are all fine."

Ye Fu took out a dilapidated dictionary, "How much can I exchange for this?"

The boss's eyes lit up, "I'll give you five catties."

"Ten catties, the dictionary is out of print, right? This is the only one, and there are no missing pages."

The boss can sell the dictionary to a high-end residential area, where people still have the capital to educate their children.

He hesitated, Ye Fu picked up the second-hand razor next to him.

"Another razor."

"That's not okay, I don't have many razors in my shop."

Ye Fu took out a ballpoint pen and handed it to him, "Add two blades."

"Do you have a pencil?" the boss asked.

Ye Fu nodded, "Yes, 2b's, this is my family heirloom."

"How many sticks?"

Ye Fu took out a second-hand 2b of different lengths.

"Five, do you want it?"

The boss nodded, "Yes."

All kinds of pens are out of print. Except for the leaders and rich people in power above, people at the bottom can only use charcoal.

"Then bring another ten catties of yellow paper."

The quality of the yellow paper is very poor, comparable to the yellow paper used to visit a grave, and a musty smell hits the face, but this is the best-selling toilet paper in Taal City, and the price is not low.

"Are there any other books? You want a lot of things, and our prices are not equal." The boss was a little displeased.

Ye Fu called him to the other side, opened the oil leather bag, and took out three magazines from it.

"Do you want this thing?"

This is what Ye Fu searched in an otaku's house, a magazine that is specially restricted in country r.

The boss' eyes lit up when he thought that these things could be sold to some rich people and make a fortune.

"want."

"Have a good eye, these are all my treasures, so I'm going to start picking things now."

The boss took the magazine and quickly opened it. Every page in it was full of exciting pictures.

"Choose."

Ye Fu and Jiang Rong looked at each other and started to sweep.