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"4...30 pounds of rice, plus 3 liters of water."

The stall owner originally wanted to sell 40 kilograms of rice, but he himself thought it was a bit high, so he took the initiative to lower the price.

"Boss, if you open your mouth like a lion, can we leave?"

I’m afraid not many people still buy paint.

"Twenty kilograms of rice and two liters of water are really no less. My daughter said that I'm afraid I won't be able to find a second copy of this paint now."

The stall owner didn't quite understand this, although he knew that the paint might be very valuable before the end of the world.

But this thing cannot be eaten or drunk now. Unless you meet an expert, you will not be able to sell it at a high price.

In fact, he was already prepared for the other party's counteroffer.

"Boss, how long have you been setting up a stall here?"

Han Ying didn't say yes or no, but directly asked another question.

"It's been seven or eight days. To be honest with you, this is the first time I've opened in the past three days."

On the first day the stall was set up, a few people came to buy notebooks and pens for their children.

But in the past few days, no one knew what was going on. They just took one look at his stall and left without even asking a question.

"Do you know if there is anyone selling paintings in this market, preferably ancient paintings."

Han Ying and the others had already walked around the night market, but they didn't see anyone.

I did see a man putting up a few antiques for sale, but when I asked, he didn't sell any ancient paintings.

The painting was basically useless after being soaked in water. During the previous tsunami, a big wave came over and seawater poured directly into the house.

Although the seawater flowed away quickly after pouring in, many things were soaked in water.

"Ancient paintings? My daughter used to learn painting, and there are quite a few of her paintings at home. But ancient paintings were valuable before the end of the world. I really don't have them at home, but I know someone who might have them."

The stall owner thought about it carefully, and then he suddenly thought of someone.

"Well, let's buy this box of pastels for 20 kilograms of rice and 2 liters of water at the price you mentioned, and then how about you take us over to find that person?"

Lu Yuan placed the two bags of timers on the ground and took off his backpack.

"Okay, but you have to wait for me for a while. I have to bring the food back first."

20 pounds of rice and 2 liters of water, although no one dares to grab it in this market, but what happens afterward?

So he couldn't let these things be exposed in front of others and had to send them home as soon as possible.

Lu Yuan opened his backpack with his boss on his back, and took out a 10-pound bag of rice and two bottles of about 1 liter of mineral water.

The backpacks both of them carried were quite large, and it was not awkward at all to take out these things from them.

"We don't have enough rice. Can I pay for it with three kilograms of potatoes?"

Seeing that Lu Yuan only took out a 10-pound bag of rice, Han Ying guessed what he meant.

"Potatoes? Are they round potatoes that can be used for cooking?"

The stall owner immediately became excited when he heard Tudou's name. If he hadn't been worried about being heard by the people in the stall next to him, he would have shouted out loudly.

"Yes."

Potatoes are still very rare now, but once they are officially grown, the price will gradually be similar to that of rice.

"Although I really want potatoes, I actually want 10 kilograms of rice. After all, 10 kilograms of rice can last longer."

Their family is really at a loss for words.

And now the family’s appetite has increased a lot.

The pound of rice I bought at the mall in one day was not enough to eat.

Although he is also greedy for potatoes, his greed is far less important than his life.

"If you don't want it, you can exchange it with Dao Scarwei and the others. I think they will be very happy. Maybe you can get more than 10 kilograms of rice in exchange."

Han Ying pointed to the entrance and exit of the night market.

"Okay, then you guys wait for me here for a while. I'm going home. I'm not far from here. I'll be there in about ten minutes. You can take a walk around first."

After the stall owner finished speaking, he took out a box originally used to hold stationery from behind.

Put the food and water in, and put some small items on top to cover it.

Then he left his stall directly, ignoring the things on the stall, since no one cared about them anyway.

Han Ying put the box of paint into her backpack, but actually put it into the space talisman.

After the stall owner left, the two of them took a look at nearby stalls.

Next to them there was a seller of quilts, a seller of bottles and cans, and a seller of coal stoves that burned briquettes.

Han Ying had prepared a lot of these things, so she didn't have much desire to buy them.

"Little girl, let's take a look. Maybe you need some? You see, these plastic bottles and glass bottles have very good sealing properties. They are very good for filling water and pickles."

The stall owner selling bottles and jars picked up an exquisite glass jar and handed it to Han Ying.

He just saw these two people buying something at the stationery stall.

Like him, the stationery stall had not been open for several days. Unexpectedly, it was not only open today, but also seemed to sell a lot.

"How do you sell this jar of yours?"

Han Ying picked up a ceramic jar of about three liters.

This kind of jar is very useful for pickling pickles and salted eggs.

But Han Ying has bought a lot of plastic bottles and glass bottles to pickle those things.

Brown clay jars like this one were bulky and ugly, so Han Ying really didn’t stock up on them.

But she suddenly thought of a kind of food. Maybe she could buy a few and try to make it.

“3 points each, buy a big one and get a small one.”

This jar is too bulky. If it was sold during the poisonous fog, people could buy it back to pickle fish or fill it with water.

But now everyone has basically eaten all the marinated fish.

Not to mention water, there is not enough to drink, so there is no need for such a large container to hold it.

Han Ying took a look and saw that there were seven such clay pottery altars in this stall, four large ones and three small ones.

The big one is the kind of jar used for brewing soy sauce or wine, which can hold about one or two hundred liters, while the small one can hold about three or four liters.

Han Ying planned to buy two small ones to try making fermented bean curd herself.

But maybe they can brew a few jars of wine and bury them underground in the space, which seems pretty good.

"Okay, then you take these jars to the exit, and after we finish buying other things, we will come over to settle the settlement with you."

They also want to buy ancient paintings. They can't carry these jars everywhere, right?

"okay!"

It's finally opened. Although it only has a dozen points, it's a good sign.

The stall owner happily moved the jars one by one to the exit where Dao Scarwei and the others were guarding.

After a while, the owner of the stationery stall came back.

Seeing that Han Ying and the others were still waiting for him, they immediately ran over:

"Come on, I'll take you there now. It's actually not too far. He has set up a toy stall and is selling toys."

When Han Ying and Lu Yuan heard this, they immediately understood. No wonder they looked around just now and didn't find anyone selling paintings.

Who would go to a toy stall and ask about ancient paintings?