Plane Supermarket

The panic-buying boom was finally contained under the threat of gunfire, and the residents became more orderly in an instant. They were no longer crowded, and they no longer pushed and shoved. Ordinary residents could not go to the battlefield. For the stability of the base, many of them never touched it after retiring. over the gun.

Zou Ming didn't go into the supermarket any more, and just stood by the queue.

"Brother Zou, thanks to you." Wu Yan maintained order, and whispered to Zou Ming, "I would have carried the pistol with me if I knew it."

Zou Ming: "Remember it later."

Wu Yan nodded.

Although Zou Ming has always been a quiet talker, the people in the store don't think there is anything bad about his personality. On the contrary, it may be because of his quiet talk that the employees think he is very reliable.

If a person is always running the train with his mouth full, no matter how capable he is, people will think he is bragging.

Temporary workers who have just joined the job soon know that this job is not easy.

Chen Gang was so tired that his head was sweating. He originally thought that he would have to wait at least an hour for the delivery of goods.

After all, the shelves are packed to the brim.

But in less than 10 minutes, several children shouted at them one after another, asking them to go to the store.

Everything else is easy to say, the rice bucket seems to be always empty, and he is about to restock as soon as he turns his head.

At 11:30 noon, when the supermarket was going to rest, Chen Gang could no longer lift his hands. He had never felt so weak—as if his body had been hollowed out, and he seemed to be floating when he walked.

Until Cao'erniang shouted: "Eat twice-cooked pork at noon today! The boss said, let you eat well, so that you will have the strength to work!"

"Don't try to be lazy! I'm watching!"

In modern times, Cao Erniang must be a scab.

Not only did I work hard on the paper, but I also supervised others to do the same.

Wu Yan wiped the sweat from his brow: "Guy Li, I'm going to get three bottles of grape juice, please remember, it will be deducted from my salary at that time."

Cao Erniang thought for a while, and remembered Ye Zhou's words, she said: "No, you go and bring a box, the boss said that you have to eat and drink well recently, these are not recorded separately."

Today's Cao Erniang has learned Arabic numerals. Although she can't write Chinese characters yet, she can use various symbols to replace people's names, and she remembers them very clearly. She remembers the employees' daily expenses.

After checking the account a few times, Ye Zhou found that Cao Erniang remembered that although he couldn't understand it, there was really no problem.

The account has never been broken, and he deserves every penny, so he directly paid the staff's expenses to Cao Erniang to keep it.

When there are many people in the supermarket, they set up a few tables at the back door to eat. The supermarket has folding tables and chairs for easy cleaning.

Chen Gang sat at the table, he was still in a daze, but he was invigorated by the smell of meat.

I have been doing a lot of work recently. When choosing meat, Cao Erniang chooses pork belly with a lot of fat. She doesn’t even need to add oil before cooking, as long as she fry the meat a little longer, the oil will come out.

The meat fried in this way is not greasy at all, and the fatty meat is glutinous in the mouth, so fragrant that people can swallow their tongues.

"The rice is over there, it's not enough for you to add it yourself." Cao Erniang handed out the empty bowl.

The employees and family members went to get more food, but Chen Gang's desire for rice was much less now.

He stared straight at the sliced ​​meat in the stainless steel basin, wanted to take out chopsticks, but dared not.

After seeing someone picking up a piece next to him, he finally couldn't help but pick a small piece and put it in his mouth.

Although I have made up my mind to be a man with my tail between my legs when I first came to the supermarket, the temptation of meat is too great, and I can't hold my tail.

Chen Gang closed his mouth, and the aroma of oil permeated his mouth. He didn't know whether it was because he was too short of oil or water, or because Cao Erniang's craftsmanship was too good. He didn't feel a little greasy. When the others sat back on their seats, he quickly swallowed and took the second tablet.

Compared with Chen Gang and the group of half-grown children, the supermarket employees seemed much more refined.

They are not short of oil and water, let alone meat. They prefer lean meat to fatty meat.

And the chopsticks moved more toward the vegetables.

Some people with small appetites will stop touching meat after eating two or three slices of meat, and only eat vegetables.

After Chen Gang quickly ate several slices, he found that no one was grabbing the meat. His speed also slowed down, and he even went to get himself another bowl of rice.

Everyone had eaten about the same, and when he was about to leave the table, Chen Gang whispered to the people next to him: "Can I use the leftover oil to make rice?"

The person who was asked: "Aren't you afraid of diarrhea?"

Chen Gang was a little embarrassed, but still bit the bullet and asked: "It's so delicious, I'm not full yet."

The person who was asked: "You clubbing, as long as you don't delay your work in the afternoon, you can still have it in the evening."

There are still too few employees in the supermarket to change shifts, but they can't work all the time without asking them to eat, so Ye Zhou stipulated that they have a one-hour break at noon, and the supermarket will be closed during this period and no longer accept customers.

Employees can take a walk after eating, or go back to the warehouse to lie down and rest and adjust.

In the end, only Chen Gang and a few children were left. They put all the leftover meals on the same table and ate together.

Chen Gang poured the gravy mixed with spices and green peppers into a bowl, mixed the rice well, and gorged himself with the bowl.

The children don't need him to be any better, maybe they are at the age of growing their bodies, no matter boys or girls, there is a bottomless pit in their stomachs, they eat hard, sweat profusely and don't want to stop their chopsticks.

"They can really eat." Wu Yan was taken aback by the way they ate.

This look of eating revenge like revenge, those who don't know think that these meals have a grudge against them.

"You forgot?" Wife Wu handed the child to Wu Yan and let him hold him, "We were not much better before."

Wife Wu: "You don't even remember that your eyes turned green the first time you saw meat."

Wu Yan laughed twice: "I almost don't remember."

Wu wife said softly: "Yeah, I almost don't remember."

It seems precarious, hungry and thirsty, and the days like walking dead are already a thing of the last life.

Wu's wife said softly: "I don't know what happened to Chen Liu and the others."

Wu Yan: "Maybe he is farming in some village in the south. He has always wanted to marry a wife. With the things left to them by the immortals, he should be able to start a family and have two children. Life will be fun."

Sometimes they also miss the Liang Dynasty, the people and the soil and water there, so they talk about their former "colleagues" from time to time, and sincerely hope that they will live well.

"I don't know if I will go back in the future."

·

At four o'clock in the afternoon, while the supermarket was still busy, Ye Zhou received a message from Yang Guoqin.

He had scraped together enough money to buy a photon cannon, and was rushing over with a convoy.

At first, Ye Zhou thought it would be a cart full of cornbread.

But when the convoy arrived, Ye Zhou's jaw almost dropped.

What Yang Guoqin brought was not corn cakes, let alone food, nor "money" that had lost its purchasing power long ago.

It's a truckload of guns.

There are sniper rifles, rifles, machine guns and pistols.

Basically, Yang Guoqin sent Ye Zhou all the guns he knew about.

Yang Guoqin jumped out of the truck. He was a general. He was dressed differently from ordinary workers. He was not wearing a uniform, and he was covered in dust and black marks on his face. He smiled with relief: "I found other bases to gather together. If the photon cannon is useful, I can lend it to them if I use it here."

"They're all good guns, even if they don't have bullets, they'll be ashes in the warehouse." Yang Guoqin sighed, and he took out a cigarette and handed it to the Ye clan—the soldiers around him also went to the supermarket to shop, and every time they would Take some cigarettes with you.

Ye Zhou waved his hand: "I don't smoke."

Yang Guoqin was taken aback: "Then do you mind if I smoke here?"

Ye Zhou: "You smoke."

Anyway, he doesn't spend much time smoking second-hand smoke, and no one in the supermarket smokes.

After Yang Guoqin clicked, he said: "These guns are very valuable here. Compared with corn cakes, they are the hard currency."

After all, people cannot face zombies with bare hands, and the sense of security brought by a gun is huge.

"I heard that before losing contact with us in many countries, their military and businessmen made a fortune." Yang Guoqin said sarcastically, "I don't know if they regret it now."

Gold and silver can't buy guns now.

Ye Zhou: "How many guns do you have here? How many of each type? I can calculate the price."

Yang Guowei handed over the printed form, and Ye Zhou picked out a few samples, and returned to the supermarket with the quantity form.

The guns in the supermarket system are expensive, and a pistol costs 50.

Ye Zhou scanned the pistol with a QR code scanner - sure enough, the price charged by the supermarket couldn't be compared with the price in the mall.

A pistol is worth five thousand, two zeros are missing.

The price of a sniper rifle is the same as a rifle, [-] a piece.

There are [-] machine guns.

Ye Zhou calculated the total price against the quantity table, and it was enough to buy a photon cannon, and there were still more than 500 million yuan left.

These guns are worth more than 700 million in total.

After all, although the system quoted 1000 and 500 million yuan, the price he quoted to Yang Guoqin was [-] million yuan.

In addition, Lin Lin always made money in the past two days, leaving only half of the turnover demand for the protective cover.

But Ye Zhou was not going to exchange guns that exceeded the price of the photon cannon for money - he always felt a little bit of a loss, and guns should be hard currency in many planes.

"How's the quality of these guns?" Ye Zhou asked Chen Shu.

He has no research on guns himself, so he can only ask experienced people.

Chen Shu: "It's not bad. Although it's not very good, it's not bad. Many of them are old models, and they're almost older than me."

Ye Zhou: "... So there are different styles in different categories."

Chen Shu nodded: "Boss, take it. I went to several planes before, and a pistol can be worth more than 20 yuan. It's too bad to change it to the system now."

Chen Shu chewed bubble gum and played with a rifle: "This gun has a lot of recoil, so it won't be very accurate."

She raised the gun and looked at the front sight.

Ye Zhou: "This is in the store!"

Chen Shu laughed and said, "There is no bullet inside."

"Boss, what's your relationship with Zou Ming?" Chen Shu asked indifferently.

Ye Zhou didn't care either: "The relationship between hiring and being hired is considered friends now, what's wrong?"

Chen Shu was a little strange: "I thought he knew you a long time ago. He never accepted long-term employment before. They were all short-term tasks, such as escorting people and goods. I asked him before, and he said that he didn't want to stay in the same plane for too long. Long."

"I feel that he is looking for someone, but he doesn't know where the other person is, so he can only accept employment and change planes constantly."

"Now that he's here for a long time, I think he might have found it."

"Found the person he had been thinking about for so many years."