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When he heard the names of the two of them, Dao Scarwei's mouth twitched. What was this name?

He suspected that the two men were censoring him, but he had no proof.

There is a Tangyuan sister and a Tangyuan brother, so who is the Tangyuan?

After Han Ying and Lu Yuan finished their names, Tang Yuan called out to those people.

Wang~

I am glutinous rice balls!

But except for Han Ying and Lu Yuan, others naturally couldn't understand it.

"Since we have exchanged names, we are friends. Can you exchange some of your potatoes for me? I may have whatever you want to exchange for."

No matter what his name is, it doesn't matter.

What matters is whether he can get potatoes from them.

"Let's go in and take a look first."

The two of them still wanted to go to the night market first.

Give them a try too, otherwise they should think that they have to be their potatoes.

"Okay, we are right here at the exit. If you need anything, come to me. There are also many of our brothers watching in the night market. Just ask them to send me a message."

They collect admission fees and stall fees, so they must play a role in maintaining order.

So Dao Scarwei arranged for many brothers to patrol the night market.

In the beginning, I did catch a few people making trouble or stealing.

But later on, the reputation of their night market grew, and no one dared to act like a monster here.

Han Ying and Lu Yuan nodded, and then took Gouzi directly into the night market.

There were many people setting up stalls, but most of the stalls contained items that were of little use to ordinary people for the time being.

All kinds of electronic equipment, small household appliances, children's toys, books, quilts, winter clothes, exquisite tableware, bottles and cans that are no longer used.

Just didn't see any trace of food or water.

I passed several stalls in a row and didn't see anyone stopping.

There were actually not many people walking around, but everyone just took a quick look.

After seeing nothing that interested me, I walked directly to the next stall.

After walking around for a while, Lu Yuan stopped in front of a stall selling stationery.

The stall owner spread an almost invisible sheet directly on the ground.

When he saw someone stopping in front of his stall, he suddenly became excited and said, "Just tell me what you like, the price is negotiable."

Han Ying took a look and found that in front of Lu Yuan was a bunch of colorful cartoon timers.

This timer does not require power and is a mechanical timer.

However, it can only be set for 1 hour at most, and when the time is up, a 'ding ding ding' reminder will sound automatically.

And the sound is not too quiet.

“How do you sell these timers?”

Although Han Ying didn't know what Lu Yuan was buying these for, she still asked the boss.

When he heard this sentence, the stall owner's eyes suddenly lit up, because he heard clearly that the other party was talking about these and not just one.

"I have a total of 56 timers here. I have tried every one of them and they all work. If you want them all, just get...five kilograms of rice or 10 points."

The stall owner carefully took a look at the expression of the little girl opposite, and then quoted the price.

On the third day after the base opened, the price of rice has increased, from 0.5 points per pound to 1 point per pound.

Fully doubled.

In the current environment, rising rice prices are inevitable.

But what everyone can't accept is that the daily purchase limit of rice has changed from the original two kilograms to one kilogram.

In other words, even if you have points, you can't buy more rice.

There is nothing you can do if you can't accept it.

Most of the supplies are in the hands of the officials. You can only buy as much as the officials say is the purchase limit.

If you want to make a fuss, you can cancel your purchase qualification directly!

By then you won’t even be able to buy a pound of rice.

Of course, you can also buy it on the black market, but I heard that the price on the black market has risen to as high as 5 points per pound of rice.

"Five points, I'll take them all if I can."

Now this thing is of no use to others, and it only takes up space if left there, so being able to clear it out means clearing space.

"Okay, you can take it."

He used to run a stationery store and was not included in the official supply collection list before the end of the world.

There were a lot of things in the warehouse, and he moved them back home little by little during the heavy rain.

I managed to save some during the tsunami, but no one wanted them.

It would be good to exchange some points now.

Han Ying took out 5 points and handed them to the boss.

The boss gave them two bags, just big enough to put the timers in.

This kind of timer is not heavy, only about one or two pieces each.

56 pieces only weigh five or six kilograms.

"Thank you for your patronage. Do you want to take a look at the others? I have quite a few things here."

With 5 points, you can go to the mall and buy 5 pounds of rice in 5 days.

Although 1 kilogram of rice a day is not enough to eat, as long as you have points, you can still go to the mall to buy other food.

When the two were about to leave, Han Ying glanced at the things on the stall again when she heard the stall owner's words.

Suddenly, something with only a corner exposed in front of the stall owner caught Han Ying's attention.

"Boss, show me the box in front of you."

Han Ying pointed to the box with one corner exposed.

"The little girl has really sharp eyes. This is a box of pastel paints that my daughter collected before the end of the world. I was reluctant to take it out and use it before. The house is running out of food, so I have no choice but to take it out and sell it."

The stall owner placed the paint in front of Han Ying.

"How to sell it?"

Han Ying recognized this box of paint. It only had 12 colors and was handmade by a master craftsman from Yun Province.

It is amazing in terms of saturation, gloss, color retention, stability and durability.

And I heard that only more than 80 boxes are produced every year, and the price is high.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is a limited edition in the paint world.

Han Ying heard about it from her father.

Dad could buy a box from the old master every year, so he would only use it for important paintings.

The box he had not finished the year of his accident was kept by Han Ying in the space talisman.

I didn't expect to see it at a stall like this. The stall owner's daughter must have extraordinary painting skills.

Because when you buy this pastel paint, you must bring your own painting. The old master will only sell the paint to you after he has seen it and is satisfied.

"Let me tell you first, although I sell this paint, the price is not low, and I only need food and water."

The stall owner was also very reluctant to sell his daughter's precious paint, but nothing was as important as having a full stomach.

Now there is not much food at home except this pile of things that no one wants.

"You give me a price. If it suits me, I'll buy it. If it doesn't, I'll forget about it."

Han Ying opened the box. It was very well preserved. The powder was dry and the color was bright. At first glance, it was brand new and unused.