NOVEL NEXT Chapter 92 (page 12)
The second apocalyptic plane.
Lu Ze woke up in a familiar shed.
Five square meters in size, gray and black shabby oilcloths are stacked together, sewn and patched together, and four sticks are used as supports. This has been his habitat since he was a child, and it is also his home. Fortunately, the temperature in the apocalypse has always been constant. Around 25, otherwise, he might not live to be 12 years old.
He heard from his uncle in the village that when his parents were there, the original home was made of bricks and tiles. It was not big, but it was more than ten square meters. It was built brick by brick by his parents themselves; but because of his parents' After his death, he was taken back by the superiors; because the managers of the security industry have unified management of the houses, if there are no adults alive in the family, they will be taken back into public ownership, and they will be distributed to adults in need in the future; fortunately Fortunately, with the help of his parents and friends, the manager also gave him some food, enough to survive for a year, but the village uncle and the others raised him until he was more than five years old. Even though those memories were blurred, he remembered that he did not He was so hungry that his uncle and aunt in the village were really nice to him.
"Lu Ze, you're awake." Tao Tao lifted the curtain and came in. He saw his friend sitting on the bed in a daze.
"Taotao, thank you. If it weren't for Uncle Tao, I would have been assimilated." Recalling the last few seconds before he fainted, the person running toward him was most likely Tao Tao's father.
Sure enough, when he heard this, Tao Tao became a little angry, "You, didn't I tell you to come back quickly? Why do you have to work for a while longer? You can't harvest food right away." Thinking of yesterday's dangerous scene, Tao Tao still had some lingering fears. .
"Thank you Tao Tao, and thank you very much Uncle Tao."
"Oh, although we are not real brothers, we are better than real brothers. Which one of us follows the other!"
The two of them chatted together for a long time. Tao Tao's family called for dinner, so they reluctantly went home and made an appointment to come over to play with him after dinner.
After Tao Tao left, Lu Ze felt a little hungry. He found the stored dry food, vegetables and steamed buns, drank them with cold water, and ate them one bite at a time.
After finishing the meal, Lu Ze was about to clean up and go to the planting area to continue working. However, a voice came out in his head, "The system is starting, please wait... Congratulations to the host Lu Ze, for becoming the host of this system." , now, please host activate this system to facilitate this system to serve the host..."
More than ten minutes later, Lu Ze received the system information with a shocked look on his face and opened the suspended screen.
When his screen opens, there is a large full-screen dialog box with a rectangular icon in the upper left corner, the exchange plane: postmodern Yuan Zhuan.
Follow the system's instructions to click on Yuan Zhuan's image, then press and hold the bottom circle, speak, and then release, "Hello? I'm Lu Ze..."
Out of curiosity, Lu Ze kept making voice calls, and before he knew it, dozens of them came out.
When Yuan Zhuan went online, he saw more than 20 text messages.
"Are you Lu Ze? I have food here and a thunderstorm charm that can be used to kill zombies. What do you want to exchange with me?"
Roar! Hoho! Lu Ze gasped in surprise when he saw someone speaking in the dialog box. Could this really be a deal with people from other worlds?
"Are you a real person?" Is the system deliberately teasing him?
Yuan Zhuan smiled. His panicked look was no different from Zhang Xiaoxiao's, but unlike Zhang Xiaoxiao who needed her to teach him the transaction process step by step, this kid had a system that could teach him.
"Yes, I have steamed buns here, do you want them?"
"I want it!!" The word steamed buns made Lu Ze's breathing stop, and he instinctively shouted for it.
Steamed buns, he lived to be 12 years old and has never eaten steamed buns. Only the management can eat that kind of steamed buns. If ordinary people eat steamed buns once, they will be hungry for several meals. The food they grow must be measured. Come and eat, otherwise you will probably starve to death.
"Do you really have steamed buns?" Lu Ze carefully confirmed.
"Yes. If you have supplies, you can exchange them with me. Any supplies will do." It's okay to give as a gift for the first time, but the system can only trade, not give.
Materials exchanged? Lu Ze looked around the shed. There were only four walls in the house, but others still had walls. He didn't even have walls. His eyes finally fell on the small tin box under the bed, which contained his favorite shiny little stones.
"Is this okay?" An instruction explained a step, and Lu Ze completed the material upload.
Yuan Zhuan received the picture of the supplies, and the green gems almost lit up her eyes.
"Okay." Yuan Zhuan said without hesitation, "System, how many gold coins will this estimate?"
"One hundred and thirty-five grams of emerald, with a purity of 12%. It can be exchanged for 7 gold coins, plus 3 silver coins and copper coins."
Yuan Zhuan:......
She wanted to give it as a gift, but she didn't expect the little boy's exchange item to be so valuable.
"Lu Ze, can I give you a bucket of water, a hundred pounds of flour, and some daily necessities?" In the end of the world, it goes without saying that clean water and food are definitely in short supply, as well as oil, salt, dried meat, and vegetables. So are classes.
Yuan Zhuan's text was converted into speech and sent to Lu Ze, who could hear it clearly. This was also a function the system debugged for him because he didn't know much about words.
Lu Ze couldn't believe his ears. He thought he might be hallucinating.
One hundred pounds of flour and one bucket of water! ! !
One hundred pounds, how much is it?
System: It’s your bowl, about two hundred bowls.
Lu Ze:......
He pinched his thigh tightly and said, "Sister, are you serious?"
Can the small stones he picked up be exchanged for so many supplies? Is he really not dreaming? But my thighs hurt.
"Yes, after you redeem it, it will be stored in the system's backpack. You can take as much as you like and keep it confidential. By the way, do you know how to cook meat and vegetables?"
"No, how can we eat meat?" They grow rice and wheat, eat gray steamed buns, and then exchange the harvested grain for the nutrient solution their bodies need. He has never eaten meat, and naturally he has never seen it.
Yuan Zhuan:......
This child seems to have lived a worse life than Zhang Xiaoxiao's plane. Zhang Xiaoxiao's childhood was in the civilized era. This child, I'm afraid, was not. "How many years has it been since the apocalypse over there?"
"It must have been more than a hundred years ago. I don't know exactly. We are in a slum here with limited supplies. The powerful people in the New Territories must know how to eat meat and what it tastes like." Little Lu Ze looked longingly and stretched out his hand. He took out his tongue and licked his lips.
"New Territories?"
"Yes, sister, is that a modern dimension where you are? Don't you have a new world? You..."
In this way, Yuan Zhuan became curious and started chatting with little Lu Ze.
In the harsh living environment Lu Ze described, children had little chance of growing up, and the mortality rate among young adults was also very high.
In the end, Yuan Zhuan decided to buy meat to make steamed buns and exchange it directly for ready-made buns. Otherwise, even if he exchanged it, the little guy would be easily exposed. After all, he was the only one in his house, and it was really difficult for him to have air leakage from all directions.
After making the decision, Yuan Zhuan directly used the speed talisman to return to Beiyu City.
"What? Making steamed buns?" Taoist priest Yuan Sun said that he was very surprised. Why was the first thing Yuan Zhuan did after returning from a busy life in other places, not to rest or eat, but to make steamed buns? "Did you want a little more? A thousand. , want to hold a banquet?"