Plane Supermarket

"So, you are here to exchange food for refugees?" Ye Zhou raised his teacup.

He has no preference for tea. Although he likes to drink it, he can't taste good or bad. The tea he drinks now is only the most common bagged Huamaofeng sold in supermarkets.

Although the quality is not good, but the tea is full of fragrance, it is easy to drink more and more thirsty.

Ye Zhou looked at Lin You's face, and he was a little surprised. After all, Lin You gave him the impression that he was just a rich man who didn't eat the fireworks of the world. He probably belonged to the kind of person who threw it into the farmland and couldn't tell the difference between wheat and millet.

Sure enough, people are not judged by appearances, Ye Zhou admitted in his heart that he underestimated others.

Ye Zhou: "Even if you change the food and go back, how long can it last?"

"Besides, the food has been distributed, and the refugees will only stay outside Anyang City, even if there are other ways to survive, they will not leave."

But food is limited, even if Lin You comes to exchange food every time, how much time will be delayed between coming and going?

How many difficulties and setbacks will you encounter?

What's more, raising people for nothing is always a bad thing.

Lin You lowered his head and said with a wry smile: "To tell the truth, my father said the same thing. I really have no choice but to come up with this stupid idea. It's better than just sitting and watching the refugees starve to death."

Ye Zhou pointed to the sofa opposite him, and said to Linyou, "Sit down."

Lin You didn't refuse either, anyway, he would do whatever the immortal asked him to do.

Ye Zhou: "Food can naturally be exchanged. Since you are here, I will give you an idea."

Lin You's eyes sparkled, and he wished he could jump up excitedly.

It's a blessing that the Immortal Cave is still there, and being able to exchange for food is the luckiest of luck, he never thought that the Immortal would still be willing to give him advice.

"In addition to food, I can also give you food seeds." Ye Zhou asked, "One mu of land can produce ten stones."

Lin You was stunned, his lips trembled, his throat seemed to be strangled by someone, and he couldn't make a sound.

ten stone?

With the world's grain seeds, the best seeds, and the most favorable weather, it is extremely difficult to produce three stones per mu.

Ye Zhou thought for a while: "This thing is neither wheat nor rice. If you say it looks like a taro, it looks like a taro, but the taste is not the same, and there is no need for breeding."

But Lin You didn't respond to Ye Zhou's words. His cheeks flushed as if he had drunk too much, and his eyes lost focus. His lips opened and closed. If you listen carefully, you can hear him. The word - "ten stones".

Just when Ye Zhou wanted to call Lin You's name, Lin You suddenly stood up and knelt down to Ye Zhou again.

Ye Zhou was taken aback by his sudden action, but Lin You touched his forehead to the ground and said, "Immortal! This is the work of a living person!"

He said with a half cry and a smile: "The merits of the living people benefit the present, and the merits of the future!"

Ten stone!How many people can live because of this?

Tears welled up in Lin You's eyes.

He was indeed a son of a rich family who did not know the sufferings of the common people. His father was a prefect, and his mother was also a descendant of a famous family. From the moment he was born, he had never experienced hardship or poverty. His biggest worry was nothing more than marrying What kind of wife, can you get fame.

But when he went from north to south, after that experience, he could never go back.

It was the first time that the suffering of the common people fell on him so clearly, but no one at home could understand him.

Even his cousin couldn't understand what he was thinking.

In their view, people deserve to suffer—they have no family to pass on, wisdom cannot be passed down from generation to generation, it will not get better, it will only get worse, and they are ignorant and empty-headed.

They are nothing in this world.

Even if you die, you will be reborn, and there will always be people.

They are the ones who really make this world more beautiful. After these nobles, they have wisdom and families, and they will also assist the emperor to create a prosperous world.

There may not even be emperors, but there must be them.

The imperial power does not go to the countryside, and they are the ones who really manage the people. The powerful gentry can turn a blind eye to the imperial decree, but they cannot turn a blind eye to them.

Lin You never knew they thought so before.

Maybe he thought so before, but he has realized how insignificant he is, and how insignificant even a huge family is.

His father may also be sympathetic to the people, but he can also watch the people die without doing anything.

Because in his opinion, only the people under the rule are called the people, and the refugees fleeing famine are just refugees.

Refugees can't bring benefits to Anyang City, only disadvantages, so he doesn't bother anymore, he only thinks about how many difficulties there are in resettling refugees, but he doesn't think about how to solve these difficulties.

But as a son, he couldn't speak out about his father's fault.

Or maybe...he didn't want to admit that his father was like that.

Only fairies...

Only immortals treat everyone as human beings and treat everyone the same.

No high or low, no...

Ye Zhou had no idea what Lin You had imagined. He was overwhelmed by Lin You's words of living people.

Of course, he is definitely not worthy of these four words.

If you really want to say who is worthy, probably Mr. Yuan is the only one.

He didn't know why Lin You was crying, maybe Lin You...was too emotional?

He had never seen anyone cry so easily.

Lin You wiped the tears from his face, thinking that he was showing his true feelings and there was nothing to be ashamed of, he said hoarsely, "Immortal, I told them to bring things in."

Ye Zhou didn't keep him either, knowing that he needed to find a place to calm down, so he nodded and said, "Go."

Lin You walked out of the lounge.

Ye Zhou then turned his head and asked Zou Ming who was sitting as if he didn't exist: "Why is he crying?"

Zou Ming didn't know either, so he just said, "The emotion is too much."

Ye Zhou: "I don't cry very much. The last time I cried was probably when I was in kindergarten."

He recalled why he cried when he was in kindergarten, but he really couldn't remember it. Either he was beaten, or his beloved toy was robbed. There are always too many reasons that can make a child cry.

So Ye Zhou actually doesn't like children very much. He heard that he was also a child when he was a child.

Ye Zhou looked at Zou Ming's face. Although Zou Ming always looked expressionless, he was actually very emotional, but people who were not familiar with him couldn't detect it. It was probably because they were almost together from morning to night. They still slept together at night - although it was two beds, Ye Zhou could already guess a little bit of his mood now.

"You don't like him?" Ye Zhou took a sip of tea.

Zou Ming was leaning on the sofa with one hand on the back of the chair. Compared with Ye Zhou's upright sitting posture, his sitting posture was a bit uninhibited. Instead of answering directly, he said, "There are many people I don't like."

Ye Zhou joked, "Doesn't this include me?"

Zou Ming calmly replied: "Not included."

Ye Zhou: "I don't hate you either, I quite like you."

Zou Ming paused suddenly, and looked up at Ye Zhou. Those dark eyes seemed to look right into the depths of his soul through Ye Zhou's skin.

"I was worried that you would be difficult to get along with." Ye Zhou looked relieved, "You look handsome and cool, which is not realistic."

Zou Ming raised his eyebrows: "What's unrealistic?"

Ye Zhou yawned: "Handsome and cool, it's unreal, like people in novels or movies, how can people in reality have your temperament?"

Zou Ming: "Is this not good for me?"

Ye Zhou found that Zou Ming was serious, so he stopped joking: "It's good, I won't be used to it if you suddenly smile all over your face."

Zou Ming hooked the corner of his mouth towards Ye Zhou.

Probably because he doesn't smile often, Zou Ming's smile is very stiff.

The stiffness made Ye Zhou think that a gun was pointed at Zou Ming's head to threaten him with a smile.

Ye Zhou bet that this was the most reluctant smile he had ever seen in his life.

Zou Ming asked Ye Zhou with such a horrible smile, "Are you used to it?"

Ye Zhou: "..."

Although you are giving me face, you don't have to force yourself so much.

"...Probably...you'll get used to it after watching it for a long time, right?" Ye Zhou didn't want to disappoint Zou Ming's kindness of trying to smile.

Zou Ming said suddenly: "He brought a lot of things."

Ye Zhou nodded: "I just don't know if there are any valuable things in it. It would be best for him to bring gold and silver directly. Gold preserves value and is valuable in any plane. I will exchange part of it in the system, and take the rest to other planes. Maybe you can make a difference.”

"It's not necessarily as good as gold and silver for handicrafts."

Gold and silver can be saved to the next plane, but the best way to sell handicrafts is to "sell" them to the system. Whatever price the system sets, he will get as much as he gets. It is a complete buyer's market.

If the next plane is similar to Zou Ming's life, then handicrafts are equivalent to "garbage".

Ye Zhou asked Zou Ming: "What is the most valuable with you? Is there any currency?"

Zou Ming: "If there are people, there will be a market, and of course there will be currency, but our currency is food."

"Dried meat, biscuits, everything you can eat." Zou Ming said suddenly, "If you came to my place, a biscuit could buy a boy with all limbs, would you buy it?"

Ye Zhou: "...Why do I want to do human trafficking? Although I have traveled here, my sense of morality is still there!"

Zou Ming asked again: "What if the person who betrayed him has been abusing him?"

"And his wrists and ankles are in shackles, please buy him?"

Ye Zhou thought for a while, this time he didn't say no to buying, but said: "I don't know how long I can stay in one plane, and I can't meet one to save another, but if I do meet , Maybe I bought it as soon as my heart softened? I don’t know.”

Zou Ming did not speak.

He looked down at his hands.

The boy in the depths of memory seemed to be alive at that moment.

Living in the depths of the dark market, there is sewage and filth everywhere, with bruises all over his face, and a boy whose eye is so swollen that he can't open it is kicked into the pit by a man who can't see his face clearly.

He struggled to get up, but he was too small, and the fists of a mature man were too heavy.

He tried to lift his head up, trying to see the top of his head at the last moment.

That is the only thing the boy has, the sky that no one can take.

The moment he looked up.

He saw a man coming from the market, he was wearing a clean white shirt, a pair of black trousers, he was handsome and thin like those gentlemen who regarded him as mud at their feet.

But the expression was not arrogant, he saw those gentle eyes at a glance.

The other party's eyes seemed to fall on him.

then……

came to him--