I'm a cook in the wasteland

Chapter 15 Trading Markets
Looking at the relatively modern buildings and facilities around him, Su Mo gained a new understanding of the wasteland.

Remnants of civilization still exist, but they are caught in the hands of a few.

And these people lived in the base without worrying about food and clothing, and they didn't have to worry about dying at the hands of ferocious beasts or predators at all.

As for the lives of these rootless duckweeds on the wasteland, they are not worth mentioning.

Passing by the people inside, Su Mo saw a child looking at him curiously, but was pulled away by his father.

"Don't look, those people are all cockroaches, they have a virus on them, and they will be infected."

Hearing these harsh words, Su Mo clenched his fists.

The original owner has wandered in the wasteland for more than ten years. Although he has never settled down, he has also encountered a lot of warmth.

Those wanderers on the wasteland are real living beings with their own thoughts and feelings.

But no matter how hard you try to change, a wall separates not only the beasts and humans, but also the wanderers outside and the residents of the base.

Su Mo was angry that the people in the homeless base were so familiar with what they did.

The streets are very clean, and many people walk together.

It's just that when meeting Su Mo and others, they always subconsciously avoid them.

After walking for a while, Uncle Wolf pointed to a restaurant in front of him and said, "Look, Su Mo, this is the best restaurant in the downtown area, and the food there costs several silver coins."

"I ate it just once."

"But compared to your craftsmanship, this store is really fucking unpalatable."

Uncle Wolf said this with confidence.

He used to think about the taste of this restaurant, but after meeting Su Mo, he completely forgot the taste of this restaurant.

"Oh, a bunch of bumpkins!"

It happened that a fat woman came out of the restaurant. After hearing Uncle Wolf's words, she spit directly and almost splashed on Su Mo's body.

"If you don't have money, you have no money. What are you bragging about?"

Even these low-class citizens who fawn over the upper city have a condescending attitude when facing the homeless.

"Why, did telling the truth hurt you?" Su Mo couldn't help but sting.

Without going in to taste it, Su Mo knew that this restaurant was really bad just by smelling the smell of oily smoke on the other party's body.

"Stinky girl, what are you talking about, are you courting death?"

The fat woman jumped up and slapped Su Mo in the face.

Su Mo dodged lightly, then put his hand on the knife at his waist, and wanted to say something, but was dragged away by Uncle Wolf.

"You can't make trouble here, even if we are right, those people won't believe it."

"At the least, we were driven out, and at worst, we were afraid that someone would directly shoot us to death."

"Don't mind their thoughts, let's go, the front is where we are going."

The abuse from the woman behind him continued, but Su Mo's frown did not loosen.

"Just because all capable users are in the base, is their base more noble than our camp?" She asked her doubts.

"This is just one aspect of Su Mo." Uncle Wolf said looking at Su Mo's expression.

"They are right in saying that our camp was born attached to the base."

"Because only in this way can we avoid the slaughter of those predators who appear at any time."

Uncle Wolf's tone was very heavy. He shook his head and pointed forward.

"Seeing that there is nothing there, all the materials we get in the camp will be sold there, and then exchanged for what we need."

"The food is all grown in the base. If we want to eat rice, we have to come here to exchange or buy it."

"If there is no base, we will die more people."

Uncle Wolf said this unwillingly, but it is also true.

Su Mo was silent again.

Where she used to live, as long as she worked hard, she could eat and drink well, and there were no security issues.

On the wasteland, there are two worlds inside and outside the base, two incompatible worlds.

A group of people came to the place, and Su Mo realized that it was a square.

There are many stalls selling things in the square, and some shops are built around it, forming a large market.

There are some sewers scattered around, and there is a faint smell.

Not far away was a butcher shop that was selling very hard. The owner was obese, and his face looked unfriendly.

But the business of his shop is very prosperous, and many people are queuing.

"That family's meat is all from the beasts hunted outside. It's fresh, but the price is quite expensive."

Uncle Wolf introduced him, and Su Mo nodded.

Overall, this bazaar looks similar to a large complex supermarket, but it is buying and selling at the same time.

Some children are playing here, shuttle past and leave behind a burst of mischievous laughter.

There are a lot of bargaining voices in my ears, and the people coming and going are very lively.

Su Mo also saw some people in shabby clothes walking around inside.

The expressions of those people were very cold, and their eyes were full of guard.

"Those are homeless too, but from another camp."

"Nearby camps will come here to replenish supplies."

Uncle Wolf said, and then brought Su Mo to a shop.

The shop is not big, but it is full of food and meat.

The shop owner is a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance and bright eyes. He greets Uncle Wolf when he sees him.

"Old wolf, here we come again."

"Haha, why don't you take care of Boss Zhang's business now?"

Uncle Wolf responded, and then motioned to the two soldiers to put the things on the counter.

"Hey, you have a lot of fur this time, these things are very good."

Looking at the furs on the table, the owner became more enthusiastic.

"Haha, I've been saving for a long time, and I want to exchange some more supplies to prepare for the winter."

"This was hunted by the son of our camp leader." Uncle Wolf pointed to the little skull and said cheerfully, "How about Boss Zhang, five silver coins are all right?"

"Old acquaintance, all right."

"I've seen the skin, it's basically intact, and the meat is very fresh."

"Including these cubs, a total of eighty silver coins"

"Is there anything else good?" the shopkeeper asked expectantly.

"It really is." Uncle Wolf put the last bag in his hand on it.

"B008's bones have been dismantled, these two hundred silver coins are not too much."

On the wasteland, the higher the serial number of the beast, the more valuable its output.

"B008? How did you get it?" The shopkeeper looked at everyone suspiciously, then untied the bag and compared it carefully.

"It is indeed B008, but to be honest, two hundred silver coins is a bit high, after all, you didn't bring the most precious meat."

"Ahem, the meat is all broken, it's worthless, so we don't deal with it."

In fact, the meat had entered their stomachs. It had been almost a day, and Uncle Wolf still felt the smell of the meat in his mouth.

"Tsk tsk, okay, at most one hundred and eighty, if you don't sell it, you can go to another store and ask, anyway, the price I gave you is already very fair."

"We've been working together for so long, I haven't cheated on you, have I?"

The shopkeeper said, putting on a casual attitude.

(End of this chapter)