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Although the texture of winter melon is average, it tastes pretty good.

Neither of them thought they could get the seeds at the restaurant.

Because generally seeds are controlled by farms or officials, especially for crops that have not been spread outside the country.

There was no news about the new type of winter melon at the Penglai base. As for Feng Province, Han Ying and the others didn't know about the existence of winter melon at that time, so they didn't ask.

But I still have to give it a try. By the way, I want to ask how to get to the guest house.

Han Ying raised her hand and called to the proprietress: "Your food is delicious. I want to order two more portions to eat at night."

"The little girl is an expert. My family doesn't know anything else, and they are very good at cooking with spatulas."

When the proprietress heard the compliments about the dishes in her shop, a smile appeared on her face.

"This winter melon is really rare. It's our first time to eat it, but I don't know if the boss lady has kept the seeds she dug out. I'll buy you two at a high price."

Han Ying handed the 100 points for two portions of winter melon to the proprietress, and then asked in a low voice.

When she heard that she wanted to buy seeds, the face of the landlady suddenly changed, "Little girl, there were no seeds when this winter melon was delivered, and we can't get it either."

Seeing the change in the face of the landlady, Han Ying knew that this matter was ruined.

But she was not disappointed, after all, it was expected.

"If it doesn't work, forget it. Then when I want to eat, I can come over to your shop, boss lady, to eat."

"By the way, boss lady, we just arrived here today. The toll collector over there gave us an address. I want to know how to get to this address."

The address of the guest house was definitely not a secret, so Han Ying didn't need to hide it, she just took it out and asked.

"Oh, here...go down from here to the main street. You go straight along the main street. Go in at the 1st...2...3...4. Oh, the 7th branch. You can see it. If you can’t find it when you get there, ask around and everyone will know it.”

The landlady glanced at the address on the paper and counted on her fingers while thinking about it.

"Okay, thank you boss lady, your food is delicious. We will come again next time."

Nice words cost nothing, so Han Ying said it without any burden.

Hearing Han Ying's words, the proprietress looked around and saw that there was only one unfinished table at the very end of the store, so she lowered her head and whispered:

"Little girl, I think you like it, so I'll tell you a few words. Don't go around clamoring to buy winter melon seeds in the village. Most people can't get the seeds. Even if someone wants to sell them to you, don't believe them. They're either fake or cooked. It won’t sprout.”

There is a supply of winter melon in the village, but it is limited to supply. Every time the winter melon is bought, it is not whole.

All were cut in half and the sac inside was missing.

I heard before that many people from outside wanted to buy winter melon seeds, so some villagers wanted to make money from them and sold some fake seeds to those people at high prices.

Later, when people started to sell them, they all knew they were fake and difficult to sell.

So there were ripe winter melon seeds, and I don’t know who they were from.

I heard that the winter melon seeds grow as big as peanuts, and none of the outsiders could grow them after they bought them. Only when they dug them out did they find out that they had been cooked and sold to them.

Han Ying didn't expect the landlady to say this to her, so she nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "Yeah, thank you, landlady, I understand."

Seeing that the little girl listened, the proprietress took the 100 points and went into the kitchen.

After a while, two portions of stir-fried winter melon were packaged. "I made a big portion for you. Remember to come back to my place next time you want to eat."

Han Ying took it with a smile and put it into her backpack. In fact, she put it into the basement of the space.

The two of them had almost eaten the food on the table. They said goodbye to the proprietress and walked out of the small restaurant.

The weather was too cold and I was afraid that the car would not start easily, so I did not turn off the engine when I got off the car.

The vehicle started moving again, and Lu Yuan walked along the main street as the landlady said.

The car drives slowly because one has to pay attention to the forks along the street.

There are side roads on both sides of the main street, so you have to look at both sides.

There were quite a lot of people on this main street, and I saw people shopping on the street after a long absence.

Many shops were opened on both sides of the street. Han Ying took a closer look. There were clothing stores, barber shops, massage parlors, department stores, handicraft stores, restaurants, etc.

There are quite a lot of types of shops, and I don’t know who is in charge of Wangshan Village. It’s a talent to be able to manage a village like this in the apocalypse.

When the car reached the seventh turn, the car did not turn in immediately, but looked outside first.

There seems to be a curve inside the fork, so you can't see very far from the outside.

Lu Yuan simply drove the car directly in, but the speed slowed down a bit.

As they walked in, the two of them looked at the building inside carefully. In addition to some people shoveling snow on the roadside, there were also a few people wrapped up tightly, who seemed to be... strolling on the road?

They didn't see anything special on the way in. The two of them thought of walking a little further and getting out of the car to ask someone if they couldn't find it.

After driving about 50 or meters further, I saw a wooden board nailed to the wall of the first floor of a building, with the words Bigfoot Guest House meters ahead in eye-catching red letters.

Who came up with the names of the shops in Wangshan Village?

No one cares about it?

The note given by Wang Dazhuang only wrote a name and address, but did not write the name of the guest house.

Could it be that he didn't write down the name of the guest house because he couldn't get it?

When she saw the name of the guest house, Han Ying couldn't help but twitch her lips.

If it weren't for the second-rate dealer inside, she would definitely turn around and leave when she saw this name.

"Maybe the owner of the guest house has big feet? The name is quite vivid, very apocalyptic."

Lu Yuan also felt that the name was too magical. Seeing Han Ying's twitching mouth, he helped with a nice word in order not to affect the mood of the two of them moving in.

As soon as Lu Yuan finished speaking, the Padfoot Guest House arrived.

A small 8-story building, the lower 5 floors should be the original floors of the building before, and the upper 3 floors should have been added after the end of the world, and the colors are a little different.

There is a signboard beside the gate, which reads Bigfoot Guest House.

I parked the car outside first and didn't turn off the engine as usual.

Han Ying and Lu Yuan got out of the car and walked into the guest house.

When I opened the door, it was quite warm inside.

Han Ying saw a set of radiators and a carbon stove burning in the small lobby.

And there were lights on overhead, indicating that the building had electricity.

"Long-term rental or short-term rental?"

As soon as the two walked in, a voice came from behind the counter.

The voice sounded like a woman's.

"What kind of rental law?"

Han Ying looked at the woman behind the counter. She was in her thirties, wearing a Lei Feng hat on her head and a scarf tied directly under her nose.