Cannon Fodder is King [Quick Transmigration]

After dinner, considering that Meng Zezhi and his party were tired after a day's driving, the old man didn't ask any more questions and sent them off to rest.

Meng Zezhi had his own room, which the old man specially reserved for Qi Siyong, so Qin Yaochen was naturally arranged to go to the guest room.

But this didn't prevent Meng Zezhi from sneaking into Qin Yaochen's room after cleaning up his innocence.

"Why, are you still worried about the two of us?" Meng Zezhi hugged Qin Yaochen sideways, and groped in along the corner of his clothes.

"Hmm." Qin Yaochen moved his buttocks and adjusted to the most comfortable position.

Mr. He's attitude couldn't be more obvious.

Not liking him as a man is only one aspect, as Meng Zezhi said, he accepts homosexuality very well, the most important thing is that Mr. He thinks he is too old.

In this regard, he really had no way to refute.

He is 29 years old and Qi Siyong is 17 years old.

It's a whole round away.

Wait, 17 years old?

Qin Yaochen realized later that he had slept with a minor.

He was stunned for a moment, and then his thoughts turned a corner.

Are minors these days so powerful?

stop-

Qin Yaochen curled his toes.

The reason why the old man didn't object was because he didn't want to disobey Qi Siyong's wishes and make him sad and embarrassed, but also because he didn't want to make jokes in public.

People are always greedy, Qin Yaochen is not satisfied with this, he wants to get the blessing of the old man.

"Actually, I have a way to change the old man's attitude towards you?" Meng Zezhi said leisurely, his palm hovering over Qin Yaochen's lower abdomen, the muscles on it were well-proportioned and smooth, and it was extremely comfortable to touch.

"How to say?"

Qin Yaochen turned around, and Meng Zezhi's hand was on his ass.

Meng Zezhi squeezed the soft flesh under his palm, and when he met Qin Yaochen's eager gaze, he narrowed his eyes: "It's simple——"

As he spoke, he turned over and put the person under him.

……

At seven in the morning, Meng Zezhi and Qin Yaochen came downstairs.

Living downstairs in Qin Yaochen, the old man felt uncomfortable after listening to the panting and cursing all night. He put down the newspaper in his hand, covered his mouth and coughed lightly: "Get up!"

Qin Yaochen was so ashamed that he hardly dared to look directly at the old man.

He gave Meng Zezhi a hard look, coupled with the blush on his face and the remaining spring tide at the corners of his eyes, his typical anger turned from embarrassment.

He also blamed himself, why he got on Meng Zezhi's pirate ship in a daze.

"Grandpa." The cheap Meng Zezhi responded, reaching out to hold his hand, full of consolation.

Qin Yaochen tried to struggle, but failed.

"Now that you're up, let's eat." The corner of the old man's eyes fell on the hands of the two who were tightly connected, with a complicated expression.

"Well," Meng Zezhi pulled people downstairs, and helped Qin Yaochen pull out the chair, and sat down, he asked, "Where are uncle and cousin?"

The old man glanced at Qin Yaochen, took Meng Zezhisheng's corn porridge, and took a sip: "The invitation is sent... If you feel bored, wait for your elder brother to come back and let him show you around."

"Okay." Meng Zezhi was biting a pickled cucumber, chatting with the old man casually.

At the end, the old man took a look at Qin Yaochen who was silent and absorbed in eating, paused, and put a small piece of fermented bean curd into Qin Yaochen's bowl.

When Qi's father and Qi's mother died, he personally went to Liushi to pick up Qi Siyong, knowing that people there like to drink porridge with fermented bean curd.

Qin Yaochen froze, a little flattered.

"Ahem." The old man cleared his throat, and said in an extremely unnatural way: "Xiao Qin, don't be too restrained, just treat this place as your own home."

The face of the old man changes as he says.

At first, the old man thought that his cabbage was picked up by someone else's pig, so it's no wonder he was in a good mood.

Unexpectedly, it was my own pig that stole someone else's cabbage——

What a good person, the 29-year-old colonel, I heard that he is still a fourth-level supernatural being. When he was 29 years old, he didn't know that he was squatting in that corner.

The elderly are also from the army, so it is inevitable that they will feel close to the soldiers.

Besides, there is no such reason for a grandson's daughter-in-law to come to the door and make others angry.

Qin Yaochen was very excited, he clenched his chopsticks tightly: "Thank you, old man."

Meng Zezhi, who single-handedly contributed to this scene, smiled, passed the bowl over, and imitated his predecessor with a playful smile: "Grandpa, what about me?"

The old man rolled his eyes at him, picked up a pickled cucumber and threw it into his bowl: "Speak well, don't act like a spoiled child, you're not too young."

He subconsciously ignored the fact that he was still struggling with the fact that Qi Siyong was only 17 years old yesterday.

Meng Zezhi could only take the bowl back resentfully.

As if thinking of something again, the old man moved his body stiffly, and said with a straight face: "Also, at your age, it's a good thing to be young, ahem... but you must also know how to control yourself, don't torment your body , then you will regret it."

Qin Yaochen's face turned red with embarrassment, he just wished he could find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

Meng Zezhi covered his mouth and coughed lightly, saying he knew it, but his eyes were shining brightly.

After they finished their breakfast, Big Brother He came back.

"Let's go to the commercial street to have a look." Meng Zezhi said.

"Okay." Brother He nodded.

It is said to be a commercial street, but it is actually a whole area. The shops on the north side, except for a department store opened by the government, most of them are private properties of major families. Most of the stalls are major mercenary teams and foreigners.

There are a lot of things on the shacks and street stalls, gold and jade antiques, books and clothing, all kinds of electronic products... everything.

There were not many pedestrians, after all, the vast majority of people couldn't even fill their stomachs, so how could they be willing to waste crystal nuclei and food on these dispensable things.

"The capital base currently has a permanent population of 400 million and a floating population of [-]. The army is responsible for defending the base, and the mercenary team composed of supernatural beings and ordinary people is responsible for going out to search for supplies. Most factories have resumed production, and the main labor force is also ordinary people. .”

"Mercenary teams, especially large mercenary teams, are mostly affiliated forces under the names of major families. The materials they scavenged will be given priority to major families, and the eliminated items will be sent here." Knowing Meng Zezhi He and Qin Yaochen came out to play, so Brother He naturally played the role of tour guide.

Meng Zezhi stood still in front of a shanty selling antiques and jade wares, his eyes fell on the pile of calligraphy and paintings that looked like hills.

The shop owner came out to greet him immediately: "Yo, Young Master He, why are you coming to the south today when you have time? See what you need, I will give you a discount."

He knew Big Brother He, but Big Brother He didn't know him.

"Let's take a look."

Meng Zezhi picked up a brocade box casually, opened it and took out a scroll. Unfolding it, he found that it was "Worshiping Zhongyue Mingtie" written by Mi Fu, a master of calligraphy and painting in the Northern Song Dynasty.

Before he could ask a question, the shopkeeper immediately said: "Don't worry, these calligraphy and paintings are all from the museum, and they are absolutely authentic. One pair has two secondary crystal nuclei, or twenty catties of grain."

Two secondary crystal nuclei and [-] catties of grain are equivalent to [-] secondary crystal nuclei or two tertiary crystal nuclei per [-] kilograms of grain.

Compared with Meng Zezhi's price of one thousand kilograms of potatoes for one third-grade crystal nucleus, this is not ordinary expensive.

Brother He explained: "No way, the base is short of food. 400 million people eat and drink, and consume at least a thousand tons of food a day. The base has opened up a planting area, but the manpower is limited, how can the output keep up, and The cost is not generally high. The base can persist until now, all relying on the grain reserves in the national treasury."

"But even so, the base can't last long. Now the wages paid to ordinary people in the factories and construction sites of the base have changed from old rice and old noodles to the current noodle cakes made of old noodles mixed with chaff, and the portion is just enough. An adult eats four to five cents full."

Speaking of this, Brother He couldn't help but take another look at Meng Zezhi.

"Yeah." Meng Ze responded in a rather salty way, and continued to look at the pile of calligraphy and paintings that looked like hills.

After finally giving himself a few days off, he didn't want to discuss people's livelihood issues.

Things are good things, and Meng Zezhi began to collect them.

Seeing this, the shopkeeper hurriedly moved out a large pile of calligraphy and paintings from the room: "This one, "A Thousand Li of Rivers and Mountains" by Wang Ximeng of the Northern Song Dynasty, and this one, "Five Bulls Scroll" by Han Huang of the Tang Dynasty, "Yang Fangyi" by Song Huizong Cui'e Poetry Post"..."

Xiaobai struggled out of Qin Yaochen's pocket, climbed up on top of his head with ease, looked around, and his eyes fell on a palace bowl on the shelf. Its eyes lit up, and it stretched out its claws to pat Qin Yaochen's forehead: "Squeak squeak."

I want that bowl to make a bed.

Qin Yaochen immediately said, "Boss, how do you sell that bowl?"

The shopkeeper followed his gaze and said, "It's a Zhengde bowl from the Ming Dynasty, and it's priced at a second-grade crystal nucleus."

"Please help me put it on."

"to make."

Meng Zezhi clapped his hands and said, "Boss, pay the bill."

"Okay." The shopkeeper smiled after counting Meng Zezhi's calligraphy and paintings, "There are 27 second-level crystal nuclei in total. I'll give you a 21% discount and a fraction. Just give me [-]."

"it is good."

Tang Mingyuan took out a small cloth bag, counted out the crystal nuclei and paid the bill.

Looking at the backs of Meng Zezhi and others, the shopkeeper weighed the cloth bag in his hand. It has not been opened for three years, and it has been eaten for three years after opening, but that is the case.

But he likes this kind of prodigal son, otherwise what would he eat.

When Meng Zezhi and his party came out of the shantytown, their hands were already full of things——the most important thing Tang Mingyuan and his team lacked at the moment was the crystal core, except for the ones given by Meng Zezhi. Along the way, they didn't know how many zombies they strangled, and naturally they gained a lot.

Meng Zezhi even bought talisman paper and cinnabar at a small stall, which was no less than a timely rain for him who was short of these things.

"That's an official department store." Arriving in the north, Big Brother He pointed to the building in front of him and said, "Everything is sold inside, food, clothes, medicine, furniture..."

Meng Zezhi's eyes fell on a shop across the road: "A shop for heterogeneous seeds?"

Brother He followed his gaze and looked over: "It's the property of the Fu family. A few days ago, Fu Boyu, the boss of the Fu family, came back, accompanied by a father and son. His father's name is Qi Liang. I don't know what method Qi Liang used. , is clearly a spatial ability user, but he has subdued a large number of powerful alien plants and beasts."

"For the sake of Qi Liang, Fu Boyu did not hesitate to divorce the Song family. The Song family didn't know what benefit they received from him, but they really didn't pursue it. It's a pity for Miss Song. Before, Fu Boyu was played around by his illegitimate younger brother. When he was young, Miss Song's family helped him so much, but in the end he ended up being betrayed by his fiancé and stabbed by the family..."

"Later, that Qi Liang opened this heterogeneous seed shop here, specializing in the sale of mutated plant seeds, which can be called huge profits."

Brother He paused for a moment: "This heterogeneous seed shop is mainly for wood-type supernatural powers. When the end of the world just broke out, wood-type supernatural powers suffered heavy losses because they had no fighting power. When there is a shortage of food at this moment, we will Know the preciousness of wood-type supernatural beings."

"So the base's treatment of wood-type supernatural beings is not so good. They have crystal nuclei in their hands, so naturally they want to improve their self-protection ability. Cultivating heterogeneous plants is the easiest and safest way. The shop's Different seeds are not cheap, the lowest price requires three third-level crystal nuclei, and the germination rate of the seeds is only one-tenth..."

Brother He didn't say any more, he just asked, "Do you want to go in and have a look?"

He remembered that Meng Zezhi was also a wood-type supernatural being.

"No." Meng Zezhi didn't want Qin Yaochen to be embarrassed, so he just said, "Let's go, let's go to the shopping mall ahead."

"Okay." Qin Yaochen's face softened slightly.

In the alley next to the xenoplanted seed shop, Qi Liang came out, looking at the backs of Meng Zezhi and others with a look of horror.