There are seven solar street lights on the central island. The square area located in the middle of various simple buildings is barely illuminated by them. It is the only light source on the island.
Just like this, there are still many foreigners pointing at these street lights, looking envious of never seeing the world.
The staff organized by Niulanxi are setting up in this area, and the stalls of foreign survivors are also arranged here.
During the day, most of the indigenous stalls were drinks and food. Now they were different, with grain seeds, vegetable seedlings, various tools, and even a small amount of thermal weapons and explosives on the list.
A native man who was almost 80 years old must trembled with a double-barrel hunting rifle, glanced at the outside survivor who was surrounded by three layers of the inner and outer 3 layers, and said in an extremely unstandard Mandarin.
"Are you, the troll, there is a rifle, hold your hand and pick it up. The ghosts and gods are within 15 meters. After checking the zombie's head, you can beat them into rotten watermelons in an instant~"
"I've got it bit by bit by bit, and I've got 20 fires!"
"I'm still old. When I was young, I could figure out this troll in just one and a half months. Now, I have to squint my eyes and search for it for three or five days!"
"There is nothing else, Guan Baowang, look at this solid one, it's a little problem when the hammer hits people. This stock, the tummy wood, is auspicious, and it also absorbs sweat!"
A group of survivors really didn't expect that this dark double-barrel hunting rifle was rubbed out by the old man's hand, which was simply amazing.
"Uncle, what do you want to change?"
"Only 20 bullets, will it be ruined once there are no bullets?"
"Do you see the prayer?"
"Your uncle will always be your uncle, that's so awesome!"
“Is there any more?”
The old man waved his hand,
"I'll just do this for a month. I'll do it for a short troll, half an elbow long. It won't be able to hide anything on my body. If I accidentally pounce on the ground one day, the troll will dig it and biang it. It's a big hole in my chest and head..."
"Hey, that's how it is used. Who can do this for normal times? No matter how many fires you are, it won't be a loss if you can save your life at a critical moment."
"The old man's skills are not as good as before, and they are even more incomparable to those in your hands. I will beat the troll at most 15 meters. After 20 meters, I can't even beat the chicken to death..."
"Young people, don't think that if you have a gun, you can't hit it. If you just have a gun, you can't hit it. Zombies... Are you calling a zombie or a living zombie? Anyway, that thing is not afraid of death. It's rushing up in a blink of an eye. There is no time for you to slowly aim. It's serious to practice your skills if you have time."
"I'm going too far, the old man is not a damn bad guy. I've finished telling you all the good and bad things. I just want to exchange the introduction for my grandson for some delicious food and exchange some food for us both, but don't have that coin."
Don't want coins?
There were no surprises for a group of survivors...
In this case, ready-made food is indeed the hardest currency.
It’s not that grain seeds are worthless, but the thing is still expensive, but the growth cycle and the water source reserves that need to be consumed are really hard for ordinary people.
Moreover, there were at most hail in the past, but now stones often fell from the sky. How much can be recovered in the ground depends on the will of heaven.
After hesitation, someone immediately bid:
"A bag of five-deli wheat core powder is not damp at all. 50 kilograms are not opened. Do you think it is true?"
"Two bags of noodles, 1 big rooster, 1 big hen that can only lay eggs!"
"I'm so laughing, don't be embarrassed," said another guy. "1 and a half bag of rice, plus 4 live rabbits, two males and two females, three or four nests a year, so you don't have to worry about eating meat!"
"Rabbits and chickens are indeed good things. Slaughtering them to eat is a luxury, but you guys are a bit unauthorized. You can still say what you want to raise chickens and rabbits at this time? Who can't tell me about it?"
"Two bags of rice, plus a half-dried wild boar, 90 kilograms!"
"Hold the grass, two bags of rice and one pig, and you'll get 20 bullets? Are you crazy, have you never seen a gun?"
The old man was moved.
90 kilograms of dried wild boar meat have a bad taste, but it can make them eat meat for several months or even a year. It is simply too time for the grandson who is growing up...
Among the crowd, Zang Wei spoke,
"A basket of big pancakes and a fat sheep, and I'll give you a pair of high-level reading glasses."
The old man's turbid eyes lit up instantly.
"make a deal!!"
The tone was full of impatience and excitement.
A group of survivors looked at each other and then suddenly realized.
"Good guy, I stole the chicken..."
"Sister, you can do it!"
"Hey, why didn't I think of this..."
"I thought of a hammer, do you have a glasses?"
The old man enthusiastically grabbed Zang Wei's hand, his face turned red, but he still asked, "Girl, that mirror..."
Zang Wei and the old man walked aside,
"This is what people send you, with mirrors, how many bullets can you make a day?"
The old man thought about it,
"Girl, I have some ingredients. I can still stir-fry some of the gunpowder in the ground, but the power will be smaller than this, and it is very slow to make a good bullet. After all, you have to use a file to grind it little by little without abrasive tools. In this way, the old man should try his best to make any amount before you leave, which is considered to be given to you by the old man."
“Then there is no need…”
Before Zang Wei could finish his words, he heard a burst of noise coming from the other side.
"Have the grass, heavy armored zombie?"
"So this thing can also become a servant of fate? It's getting stronger..."
"The point is not whether it can be harvested into a servant of fate, but how do they kill it, right? I encountered that thing once before. Two foreigners AK swept away a few bullets, but it was nothing... "
"It's just outrageous!"
It was a zombie with a ferocious bone armor of two meters tall and two meters tall. Its footsteps were as heavy as a giant drum hitting the heart. Its pupils looked down at the crowd around it with a hint of green pupils indifferently...
Just so happened that its sight faced Zang Wei.
At that moment, Zang Wei's hair stood up all over his body, and the strong trembling feeling almost made her feel the urge to escape.
Someone screamed,
"Damn, you guys see!"
A larger figure of beast jumped from the shadows outside the central island to the island.
"ah..."
Survivors were in an uproar.
Violent and majestic, it actually gives people the illusion of a mysterious ancient ferocious beast that came out of the legend.
The most important thing is that a woman sat on her back...
Perhaps she is the source of the survivors' exclamation.
The interweaving of light and darkness is very powerful, and this picture of a living beauty and a wild beast seems to be the most perfect interpretation of violent aesthetics.
Looking at the exaggeration of the woman's chest outlined by the dim light and shadow, and the shadow is not yet unique, Zang Wei couldn't help frowning, for some reason, such a sentence suddenly flashed through her mind:
Chapter completed!