Travel through the 90s with the system, dig your own grave first at the beginning

Basically, the transaction method is barter.

Although there were a lot of things, she came here only to exchange some daily necessities. As for other unimportant things, she could go out and buy them for free. There was no need to spend food or something to exchange them here.

After a short walk around the area, you can find basically all kinds of food and drink. There are also shops selling jewelry and antiques, but in the past these things were all placed in exquisite glass cabinets, but now just spreading a cloth on the street is a sign of respect for the former status of these things.

What is now displayed in the exquisite glass cabinets are food, which are even more high-end than the jewelry cabinets in the past.

Even this is still out of stock and at a price.

The most outrageous thing is that there is a weapons store on the corner, selling both hot weapons and cold weapons.

There is a constant stream of people coming in and out.

This store can be said to be the best business on this street.

Gu Zishu walked in. To be honest, it was the first time in her life that she had seen so many types of weapons, from daggers and chopsticks to impact cannons.

Gu Zishu had reason to suspect that this shop was officially run, otherwise these things didn't look like something ordinary people could get.

"Boss, how much is this?" Gu Zishu asked, pointing at the impact cannon.

"It's just a sample for display, I won't buy it." The boss said lazily without even raising his head. What was he thinking? This is not a foreign country. Although it is the end of the world, this thing is also a controlled weapon. One or two newbies came in and asked this. They really think they are Long Aotian. Even if they buy it, they may not be able to use it.

"Then which ones can be sold and are in stock?" Gu Zishu looked at the other party.

"We basically don't have any heavy long-range weapons. We have pistols, but nothing else." A waiter said skillfully.

"Do you want hot weapons or cold weapons? I personally recommend you to choose cold weapons. We provide three times of after-sales service. Although hot weapons are more aggressive, the subsequent ammunition replenishment requires food. If the budget is limited, I suggest you choose cold weapons.

And we have matching instructions for using cold weapons." The waiter said considerately.

Only then did Gu Zishu discover that there were rows of books under the weapon rack. He glanced at the names on them and saw that they were certain martial arts secrets.

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"Let me tell you, our cold weapons are all magical weapons, hand-crafted. With our secret manuals, it will be no problem to become a master in a week." The waiter continued.

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"What if it doesn't work?" Gu Zishu asked a soul-searching question.

“No, brother, it’s the end of the world and you still don’t work hard. Practicing well can save your life. If you don’t succeed in a week, it must be because you don’t work hard. We also have real-life master classes here, and you can choose to sign up for them when the time comes.” The waiter looked excited when he said this.

As expected, it’s the end of the world, but salespeople can still find business. That’s fine, and Gu Zishu has nothing to say.

"Do you have any stick-like weapons?" Gu Zishu used bamboo to fight zombies last time, and it worked quite well, except that the loss rate was too high. They were all spiritual bamboos, and she didn't feel bad about using them before, but ever since she knew the benefits of spiritual energy, she couldn't bear to throw them away. It would be better to grind them into bamboo powder instead of using them to fight zombies. This way, it would also be good for people to eat. At the very least, giant pandas like them, so they can't be wasted.

"Yes, long and short, double-sectioned and triple-sectioned." The other party quickly led Gu Zishu through the crowded crowd and looked at the various long and short sticks hanging on the other wall.

There were all kinds of styles, and Gu Zishu was also stunned. If the young and old men in peacetime saw these, it would be disastrous. Everyone would pick one up and take it home as a collection.

"There are many styles. You can choose as much as you want." said the salesperson enthusiastically.

Gu Zishu looked around and said, "The one with the golden hoop stick."

"So you're a fan of the Monkey King. This golden cudgel is the best-selling one here. You only need 20 kilograms of flour to exchange for this pure steel golden cudgel.

It's a must-have weapon for traveling and attacking zombies." The salesperson immediately said enthusiastically.

20 kilograms of flour? That's really a bold request. I just saw a mutton-fat jade heirloom pendant outside that only made up 5 kilograms of flour, but no one bought it.

These people were quite merciful when it came to these scraps of copper and iron and 20 kilograms of flour. They could have robbed them, but they ended up giving them a stick.

Gu Zishu turned his head decisively. This thing couldn't be bought anywhere else. He would ask someone to customize one when he got back. "How much food can I exchange for a pistol?"

"A pistol is not expensive. It only costs 10 kilograms of grain." Upon hearing what Gu Zishu said, the salesperson immediately put away his flattering expression.

"But bullets need to be bought separately, two bullets for one pound of food." Hot weapons are in urgent need, many people buy them, and the commission is small, so she has no enthusiasm to sell them.

She's just robbing people. This place is really not suitable for people like her. With the price, she can't afford it even if she has so much food in her backpack.

There are only two bullets per pound. Don't you think she is being taken advantage of?

"Sorry, I don't have money, so I won't buy anything today." Gu Zishu said it very calmly, and even the people around him were surprised. How dare he come to the weapon shop without money? He must be free.

"Why are you acting so arrogant if you have no money? Go away and don't delay our business." Sure enough, the salesperson rolled his eyes and used both hands to drive Gu Zishu out like a duck.

"Oh, you are so rude. There is no sign at the door that says you can't come in without money. Who knew that your things are so expensive?" Gu Zishu was also in a bad mood.

"Would you come out to buy clothes if you have no money? Get out of here now, you're wasting my time." The other person flicked his sleeves, turned around and squeezed in front of other customers, trying to grab the lost business.

"Look at what this is. I just don't want to buy anything from you. What's your attitude?" Gu Zishu couldn't stand this anymore and opened his backpack, which was filled with chocolates, with a few peaches faintly visible.

The scent of peach instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Seeing everyone's eyes, Gu Zishu put the bag away at once. Just put on a little bit of show, if it was too much it would leak out.

Then turned around and left.

"Hey, young man, do you want to sell the chocolates and peaches in your bag?" As expected, there are always rich people in every era. Before Gu Zishu turned around and took two steps, the people following him came over, and there were more than one. As expected, the place he chose is full of rich people.

"No, no, this is for the children at home. That's all I have." Gu Zishu quickly shook his head.

"Young man, this peach is good. My eighty-year-old mother is dying. She hasn't eaten peaches for a long time. If she can't eat them, she won't be able to close her eyes. Please be kind and give me another one. The child is still young. The world may end someday, and then we can eat peaches, but the old woman may pass away someday. No matter how hard life is, we must not let her suffer." This is an emotional approach. If Gu Zishu hadn't seen his chubby figure and the little movement of swallowing saliva, she would have really believed these nonsense.

"Young man, I'll give you two kilograms of fine grain in exchange for a peach." This is a direct offer.

"Hey, little guy, give me a price. It's not safe for you to keep this thing, so you might as well exchange it." This was a subtle threat.