The rookie returns and flies in the apocalypse

Both sides have guns, and the gun in Xiaohao's hand is obviously better than the Tibetan gun.

Seeing that Xiaohao did not give in, Zuo Ling looked indifferent again, knowing that there was no need to talk, but the Tibetans knew what was going on, so they murmured and retreated while talking.

Pei Nansheng ran out of the room, covered in a stench. He had just been at the critical moment to absorb the energy crystal and failed to come out in time.

Zuo Ling covered his nose in disgust and slapped his hand: "It stinks so much, go take a shower."

The Tibetans walked away, and the younger brothers and sisters did not suffer. Pei Nansheng ran back to take a bath in embarrassment.

The three siblings were busy on their own, and no one took this incident seriously.

A few days later, the old Tibetan man who could speak Chinese came alone.

Zuo Ling was busy in the fields, Xiao Hao was playing sandbags in the yard, and Xue Ye looked fierce, growling at the old man and assuming an attack posture.

The old man suppressed his fear of the vicious dog and shouted as he walked: "Girl, girl, excuse me, excuse me, I mean no harm, no harm."

Zuo Ling thought in his heart, we are a family with guns, if we have malicious intentions, you have to dare!

The old man's face was full of wrinkles, and his words were slightly flattering:

"Girl, you have been here for a while. We live on the same hilltop. We are neighbors. We should have come to visit you a long time ago."

Haha, really... no need!

The old man said polite words, and his attention from the corner of his eye was focused on the lush greenery on the mountainside.

Cabbage, tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers, eggplants, chives...

Is that round thing a watermelon? The red thing is, is, is... strawberry!

my God! There is also highland barley, the ears of wheat are full, and the harvest is about to happen!

They also tried to grow vegetables and highland barley on the mountain, but the climate was abnormal and the vegetables and highland barley did not grow well. A few green vegetable leaves would be good, and fruit-bearing ones were not even considered.

Not only was there no harvest from highland barley, but a lot of seeds were wasted.

I remember when I first met Zuo Ling, Zuo Ling said that he was separated from his elder brother and younger brother.

The younger brother... was staring at him with a sullen face. The older brother didn't see him, so he should be in the room.

I secretly regretted it. If I had known that a capable person was here, I would have had to flatter him no matter what I said.

"What do you want? Just tell me. I'm busy."

Zuo Ling was too lazy to talk nonsense to the old man. Who gave her the capital to be arrogant?

The old man's bowed body sank two points again.

"Ah, I, I, I..."

I came here to beg for something, but luckily when I met someone soft and easy to talk to, I really couldn't say anything when I met someone with a cold face like Zuo Ling.

Zuo Ling's face sank: "Xiao Hao, see you off."

Xiao Hao pulled the bolt gun, pointed the gun at the old man, and shouted: "Leave quickly."

Xiao Hao is almost ten years old. He is taller and stronger than the average child. He has been training for many years, and his hands are stained with blood. He is very aggressive and says these three words with murderous intent.

"Don't, don't, don't, eh, girl." The old man's legs softened and he knelt down.

Zuo Ling curled his lips, trying to take advantage of me by pretending to be pitiful. Humph, stop dreaming!

"Exchange, exchange, we want to exchange some grain and vegetables with the girl."

The old man said anxiously.

Signaling Xiao Hao to put down his gun, Zuo Ling asked, "What do you want in exchange?"

The old man got up in embarrassment and waved vigorously in the distance. Two Tibetans came closer carrying a large box.

Seeing the fruits and vegetables all over the yard, their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and they kept swallowing in vain.

Hearing the noise, Pei Nansheng came out of the house, folded his arms, leaned against the door frame, and watched from a distance.

The box was more than a cube in size, containing silver jewelry, turquoise, beeswax, red coral, silver cups, gem-encrusted daggers, an inch-high gold Buddha statue... Ling Ling always packed a box.

The old man accompanied him and said with a smile:

"Many Han people used to exchange with us, but we were not willing to do so. Do you think we can..."

"No."

Zuo Ling refused simply.

The box contained more than half of the Tibetan silver jewelry and handicrafts. She thought she was stupid, because the Tibetan silver was not sterling silver.

She is the person who exchanged 200 grams of compressed biscuits for 100 grams of gold. She is one of those people who has never seen the world!

I know it's not easy to talk about, but being so unreasonable still makes the old man embarrassed.

Zuo Ling said lightly:

"Natural disasters are frequent. Food is much more valuable than those things of yours. They are not suitable for eating or drinking. They are cumbersome to carry around. What use do I have for them? Take them away."

Xiao Hao pulled the gun bolt neatly, bared his teeth on the snowy night, woof, woof, woof, you heard it, hurry up and go!

"Girl, it's easy to negotiate. The price is easy to negotiate. If you think it's less, you can add more."

The old man has a humble posture.

Zuo Ling looked at him and said nothing.

The old man understood immediately and waved to the distance again. Another Tibetan carrying a box came up. The box was about the same size as the previous one and much lighter in weight.

The old man took out two scrolls from the box. They were small in size and unfolded. They were full of religious color and the colors were as bright as new.

Thangka! It turned out to be a thangka!

snort! I wouldn't be willing to take it out without giving them a squeeze.

"Girl, these two thangkas have been passed down in my family for several generations. They are worth a lot of money. Someone once offered them 1000 million, but I was reluctant to sell them."

Zuo Ling had heard of thangka, but had never seen it before. He couldn't tell whether it was true or false, and was a little embarrassed for a while.

Pei Nansheng took a closer look and smelled it. It is said that Thangka is made of precious mineral gem powders such as gold, silver, pearls, agate, coral, turquoise, malachite, and cinnabar, as well as saffron, rhubarb, indigo and other plants as pigments.

You can't tell the difference between genuine and fake, but you should still be able to distinguish the smells of several paints.

Then to see if the paint floated on the surface, Pei Nansheng used a small scraper to scrape the corners a few times.

The Tibetans felt distressed when they saw it and wanted to stop it, but the old man stopped them.

Half a moment later, Pei Nansheng nodded to Zuo Ling, saying the thangka was real.

"How do you want to exchange?"

Zuo Ling was not interested in antiques and was willing to exchange them with the old man. First, there were too many supplies and their family would not be able to eat them all in a few lifetimes, so it was better to exchange them for people in need.

Second, it is not easy to preserve antiques, and she also wants to contribute to human civilization.

The old man said boldly: "2000 kilograms of rice and noodles, and 1000 kilograms of fruits and vegetables."

How dare you speak! Zuo Ling sneered and threw a compressed biscuit to the old man.

"Have you ever seen compressed biscuits? Such a small piece is enough for an adult meal. Not long ago, someone exchanged 10 kilograms of gold for 20 kilograms of compressed biscuits with me."

10 pounds of gold can be exchanged for 20 pounds of compressed biscuits? !

Oh, oh, oh my God! ...The old man's lips were trembling, and his heart was throbbing in pain. Only what he brought today can be exchanged...?

Zuo Ling continued:

"Before the end of the world, your thangka could be sold for 1000 million yuan. Try selling it now and see if anyone can give you supplies worth 1000 million yuan."

The old man's complexion turned from black to white, and his heart felt cold.

"Not to mention your box of worthless Tibetan silver handicrafts."

Zuo Ling's words were like a knife, piercing the old man's heart.

"Then, then, then...girl, how much can you offer?"

"20 kilograms of compressed biscuits, or 100 kilograms of rice noodles, or even 200 kilograms of sweet potatoes and potatoes, choose one."

No matter how much material she has, she will not be a good person for nothing.

The price was raised high, so that the people in the tent area would not have to come to exchange with her. If she exchanged too much, it would cause trouble.

The old man's eyes turned dark and he felt dizzy. He could only exchange for such a small amount of thangkas that had been passed down for several generations and a box of precious stones and silver.

It's a steal, you're a steal!

He only dared to think about it in his heart and did not dare to express it with his mouth.

The old man really wanted to turn around and leave, but... well, that's all, they are all things that are not suitable for eating and drinking. No matter how strong a person is, he can't be better than being hungry!

"Okay, I'll change! For 200 kilograms of sweet potatoes."

He chose the one with the most weight.

"Girl, for the sake of the neighbors, can you give me less vegetables? The children haven't eaten vegetables for a long time."

Zuo Ling told Xiao Hao: "Go and pick vegetables for grandpa. Pick the ones you like."

He threw an exquisite vegetable basket to Xiao Hao. Zuo Ling bought it from a farmer when he was shopping for vegetables in Shuzhou. It was shallow, small, and very delicate.

The old man's eyes darkened. How many vegetables can such a big vegetable basket hold?

Xiao Hao was quite generous. He picked some eggplants, peppers, cabbages, tomatoes, cucumbers, and green vegetables and stuffed the small vegetable basket to the brim.

The Tibetans who came with the old man only realized it later.

After learning so many things, I just exchanged 200 kilograms of sweet potatoes and a basket of vegetables. I was so anxious at that time that I wanted to roll up my arms and sleeves and fight Zuo Ling.

He was stopped by the old man, who had a dark face and spoke a language that Zuo Ling's family could not understand.

When the Tibetans left, they looked at Zuo Ling as if they were their enemies who robbed them.

Zuo Ling was too lazy to pay attention. If you don't want to, don't switch with me. I didn't force you to switch with me with a gun.

I have the absolute right to say whether you have something or not. I have the final say on how to set the price!

In the space where the cards are stored, there are a lot of odds and ends in another box, including many gold and silver jewelry, which look very old at first glance.

One of the gold locks was inlaid with various gemstones and was very beautiful. Zuo Ling hung it directly on Xiaohao's neck.

"Does it look good?"

Xiaohao frowned: "Sister, this is brought by a child. I am already 10 years old and I am no longer a child."

Zuo Ling patted him: "You are a child, keep it with you, don't take it off."

"Brother, look at sister, this is brought by a child, and I am not a child."

Xiaohao complained to his brother.

Pei Nansheng looked at it and said with a smile: "It looks good. Take it with you."

His brothers and sisters all treat him as a child. Xiao Hao wears it awkwardly and pouted, but the boss is not happy.

Zuo Ling is funny, he is a little kid, his hair has not even grown, and he always wants to pretend to be an adult.

There were a lot of things in the box. Pei Nansheng picked a dagger inlaid with gems for himself, and Zuo Ling picked up a silver bracelet inlaid with red coral.

I played with the rest for a while and then threw it into the space.