The Plane Trading System of the Doomsday Master

In class six, Tu Du sat down and put the books for this class on the table as usual. His eyes passed over the thin red fingerprints on his wrists and he started reading calmly.

As soon as Yuan Zhuan sat down, Wei Ding's mean voice appeared in his ears, "Hey, Yuan Zhuan, I heard that you just acted bravely?"

Even though he was rude to them, he actually provoked the local mountain eagle!

How courageous! That kid Fu Mingle is not as civilized and polite as them. He has always been good at fists and kicks.

Han Yu's eyes fell on Yuan Zhuan's indifferent facial expression. He didn't think that group of people could make Yuan Zhuan suffer. Yuan Zhuan's skills, not to mention Fu Mingle's group, were the martial arts masters his father found for him. , and not necessarily his opponent. He didn't listen enough to his master. He had internal strength. Of course, when he went back last time and told him that his classmate had internal strength, his master just smiled, obviously not believing it.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, of course he wouldn't believe it. After all, this wasn't the world of martial arts.

But, this is indeed the fact.

The master didn't believe it, so he didn't explain anymore.

When Yuan Zhuan returned, Zhao Yuxiang was cleaning up in the shop, "Mom, I went to the warehouse at the back. Someone wants goods today, and I may have to clear out a few tons of rice."

"Okay, do you want Mingzi to help you?"

"No, I can do it myself."

"Okay, then mom is going back to cooking. Close the door."

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Here’s the dividing line between cuteness.

When Yuan Zhuan came online, Zhang Xiaoxiao had been waiting for a long time.

The voice connection was connected, and Zhang Xiaoxiao's excited voice came, "Sister, we have prepared a lot of gold bars this time, and now we will exchange them all for you. In addition, we need two tons of molded rice, three tons of old rice, and two hundred kilograms of new rice. .Noodle……"

Zhang Xiaoxiao's list was sent over, and Yuan Zhuan also grinned happily. Unexpectedly, the family finally understood. After the exchange was completed, her bill was erased.

"Seven hundred and one gold coins, five silver coins, and three copper coins were received." There was a sound of gold coins coming in from the system. Yuan Zhuan licked his lips excitedly, and his eyes turned into the shape of gold coins. He was making crazy money.

“扣除欠款370枚金币7枚银币5枚铜币，余330枚金币3枚银币5枚铜币。扣除生命金币1枚，余329枚金币3枚银币5枚铜币。”

This transaction is extremely satisfying for both parties.

Yuan Zhuan felt the vitality in his body and narrowed his eyes comfortably.

Zhang Xiaoxiao looked at the warehouse at the base being piled high with rice. She was so excited that she wanted to scream, but she quickly covered her mouth when she thought of what her father said about making a fortune silently.

Her father found a villa area with a good environment and planned to live there for a long time. He established a base. Within a few days of the recruitment notice, there was a flow of people. Anyone who participated in the construction of the civil air defense base could get moldy rice, which was heavier than other The base required an extra kilogram and a meal was included, so everyone was willing to work hard for fear of being kicked out if they didn't do it well.

The gold used in exchange for supplies this time was obtained by Captain Tu Ling. It was replaced last time. After the two of them tried it, the gold began to be sent in a steady stream.

After the last exchange, Zhang Xiaoxiao sent a message asking for the thunderstorm talisman, so Yuan Zhuan had no time to spare, mostly drawing the talisman and seal script. Zhang Xiaoxiao added thunderstorm talismans today, which was considered to have cleared the inventory.

The gathering area for superpowers in Central City is basically filled with villas. The further inside, the higher the level of superpowers.

After Qian Yuan got the talisman, he hurried back to Central City. He also bought two hundred kilograms of new rice and fruits.

"Brother Ling, their rice is really new, look." The price of rice in Central City cannot be exchanged for just gold. The new rice supply in the past few years is not enough for them. Where can they get it? Of course, it is not impossible to get it, but it is not necessary. It is okay to eat old rice. Anyway, it will make you full.

Tu Ling came over to look at the rice, thoughtfully.

"Really the rice from Central City?" Who is so generous as to send new rice to the Zhang family to sell?

"Whether it's the talisman, or the new rice, or the fruit, I don't think it's from Central City. I've never heard of anyone using the talisman as a bomb. There are a few monastics who are just like Let's do the same, throw a fireball or something." Fu Zhuan, I have never heard of it.

"How are you sure that there is only one central city? Because you haven't heard of it, does it mean it doesn't exist? The world is so big, and we don't know what other countries are like, right?" Tu Ling analyzed.

Qian Yuan: It makes sense.

This is true.

"As long as you buy it, don't get to the bottom of it, otherwise, we probably won't be able to cooperate for too long. After all, if others want to know how we practice and how we fight monsters every day, we won't be happy, right?"

"Yes, Brother Ling is right. Brother, you are free every day." Qian Wu retorted.

"Qian Wu, do you want to eat shit?"

"roll."

Xiaocheng! It was the name given by Zhang Feng, taking the word Xiao from Xiaoxiao. From now on, this place would be their city and their home.

The plaque in Xiaocheng was inscribed by Tu Ling himself, which can be considered as a way to protect Zhang Feng.

The entire villa area has almost a thousand acres of land, and there are some previous infrastructures in it, which is convenient to use. Tu Ling specially found more than earth-type superpowers, and built a five-meter-high tower around the entire periphery of the villa area. The left and right walls took a week.

What Zhang Feng used in return were various fruits, ten kilograms each, totaling more than two hundred kilograms.

Zhang Xiaoxiao took a bite of watermelon and felt full of energy, "Dad, although we have a lot of rice, look outside, there are more and more people. We will continue to exchange money soon, but we have no supplies." .”

If you don't support people, you don't know that firewood, rice, oil, and salt are expensive. In the past, it was enough for the whole family to have enough food, but now there are thousands of people in the city, and these people live by them. So, does this mean that with greater ability comes greater responsibility?

"Starting tomorrow, we will no longer accept refugees. We are oversaturated here." The refugees who come in are exchanging labor for food. The amount of rice given to them is a lot, so they cannot sustain it for too long.

"Xiaoxiao, let me know and let some captains come over for a meeting."

"Okay, Dad."

Now all twenty captains in Xiaocheng are all under Zhang Feng's management, and Zhang Xiaoxiao's task is to spread the word. In other words, Xiaocheng only has two levels of management, and those above the captain are the top management. Because it is a new city, all systems are imperfect. The rule of law is still the same as before the apocalypse, but there have been small changes. The same crime of abduction, molestation, rape and murder is punishable by death, regardless of men, women, old or young.

Zhang Xiaoxiao and Fu Min stood on the highest watchtower, watching the entrance to the city being slowly closed, and many refugees waiting in line being intercepted. They cried because the city gate was closed, and their hearts felt heavy.

Dad is now the lord of the city. "Mom, will Dad change? It's just like on TV."

"No." Fu Min affirmed.

If Zhang Feng wanted to change, there would be too many opportunities, and it wouldn't be now.

However, there are some things that she will not tell her daughter, and there is no need. "You just need to remember that your father will never abandon the family. That's enough."