Entering the bully's den, she changed her life by farming!

Chapter 7 Exchange at the Market
After the crowd dispersed, the three Zhao brothers pulled Zhao Zhizhi into the main room and gathered around her to ask nervous questions.

Zhao Yimu: "Zhizhi, where did you get so much food?"

Zhao Ermu: "Even if our family is completely plundered, we still don't have that much food!"

Zhao Sanmu said nothing, but looked at Zhao Zhizhi with worry.

Zhao Zhizhi had already thought of an excuse: "Brothers, don't worry, I have been collecting herbs in the mountains these days. I was lucky enough to pick a Ganoderma lucidum, so I exchanged it for grain and rice."

Ganoderma lucidum has extraordinary medicinal effects. The older the Ganoderma lucidum, the more valuable it is. Rich people will even pay tens of thousands of gold to buy it.

The three brothers of the Zhao family knew nothing about medicine. Even if they had doubts about this statement, they could not find any doubts about it and could only choose to believe it.

When delivering food to Wei Shao at noon, he said suddenly, "Where did you find the food?"

He was not a meddlesome person, but he took Zhao Zhizhi to the government office last night. When she came back, she obviously didn't take anything, but she suddenly brought out so much food. It was really rare.

Zhao Zhizhi knew that it would be difficult to deceive him, and the matter of space could not be exposed, so he simply said bluntly: "Young hero, everyone has secrets that cannot be told. All you need to know is that I got these grains through my own efforts. , I cannot comment on anything else.”

After hearing this, Wei Shao understood it in his heart and asked no more questions.

Zhao Zhizhi took out the silver needle and looked at him, a narrow smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "By the way, I want to test the depth of the poison on your body. I just want to see if the young hero is brave enough to let me try it!"

Hearing these words, Wei Shao looked at her calmly and said calmly: "Even if you try, if something happens to me, you won't survive tomorrow."

Zhao Zhizhi: "." She shouldn't provoke him.

Zhao Zhizhi curled his lips in boredom, sat on the edge of the bed and patted the empty space, "Come here, lie down and take off your shirt."

Wei Shao looked at Zhao Zhizhi's clear eyes and was speechless: "Can't you, a woman, be more reserved?"

Zhao Zhizhi slowly wiped the silver needle and said frankly: "I am a doctor, and everyone's body is no different from a stone in my eyes."

After saying that, she frowned impatiently, "What about the ink stains? I'm not even a girl ashamed, and you're so coy about it."

These words were really unpleasant to hear. Wei Shao pursed his lips, pulled off his shirt expressionlessly, and turned around and lay on the bed.

It was just that, but Zhao Zhizhi had already felt the excitement of being slapped in the face.

She widened her eyes and tried hard to control the speed of her saliva secretion. The villain in her heart was shouting crazily, "With this figure, even the top male models are inferior."

After finally getting the needle inserted, Zhao Zhizhi immediately ran out of the room as quickly as possible and took a breath of fresh air outside before barely calming down.

When taking out the needle, she inadvertently touched Wei Shao's strong back, and a look of satisfaction suddenly appeared on his face.

After a moment, Zhao Zhizhi cleared his throat and said calmly: "Okay, get up."

Wei Shao's voice sounded a little hoarse: "Thank you, madam. Please go out first."

Zhao Zhizhi was a little disappointed, "Oh."

What a shame, no abs to be seen.

After having some free time, Zhao Zhizhi began to plan the business.

Although food is abundant now, the inventory in the space will allow their family to not have to worry about it for at least three to five years.

But she knew the severity of the famine. Although she had never experienced it, she could imagine the cruelty of that time from the words in the book. She could not survive with just food.

Zhao Zhizhi didn't waste any time and hurriedly called Zhao Yimu, carrying two small baskets of grain and leftover bacon from hunting, preparing to go to the market in the town.

The journey to the market is not far, it takes about two sticks of incense to get there.

Zhao Zhizhi decided not to hire a cart when he went there. Since the brother and sister were very strong, if they had a lot of things to exchange for when they returned, they would hire a mule cart.

Walking onto the street, Zhao Zhizhi found that the situation here was completely different from what she had imagined.Most of the shops in the market were closed and gone, and some of the remaining merchants wanted to leave, but they couldn't bear to part with their goods, so they thought of transporting the goods first before escaping.

The entire street was so sparsely populated that there were spider webs everywhere, and it looked extremely desolate.

After finally finding a grocery store that was still closed, Zhao Zhizhi hurriedly pulled Zhao Yimu and ran over.

The boy guarding the shop was surprised to see someone coming. Nowadays, the world is in chaos, and very few people go out to buy things. They either flee, or they just muddle along with their own food.

Zhao Zhizhi put the things in his hands on the ground and asked the man directly, "Do you have any wind-resistant clothing?"

The clerk nodded and said, "Yes, yes, but it's twice as expensive as before. Are you sure you want it?"

Zhao Zhizhi frowned, and her habit of bargaining made her unable to help but say:

"Looking at your store, your boss is not in a hurry to leave even if he wants to come. Why are they still so expensive?"

The guy smiled bitterly and sighed:
"Young lady, you don't know. Our master just bought a batch of goods a few months ago. The reason why he didn't leave now is to get some money back."

Zhao Zhizhi nodded, which is understandable, "You can talk about the price."

The clerk opened his mouth and said, "If you want to get a piece of wind-resistant clothing, it will cost you five taels of silver. If you get more, I can give you a discount."

"Fifty taels of silver!" Zhao Zhizhi was shocked. Before she came, the family had only accumulated 30 to [-] taels of silver by tricking the villagers over the years.

Zhao Zhizhi, who had other plans, gritted his teeth and could only discuss it with his clerk: "How about I exchange grain and rice with you for clothes?"

The guy opened his eyes wide and asked in disbelief: "Are you serious?"

Zhao Zhizhi didn't waste any time and threw a bag of rice on the table. "I want to exchange it for a set of wind-resistant clothes. Can I exchange it?"

The clerk didn't even need to ask the boss for his opinion, he just agreed, "Girl, wait a minute, I'll get you some clothes now."

After saying that, he was afraid that Zhao Zhizhi would regret it, so he turned around and ran to the second floor. He only heard a clanging sound coming from upstairs, and came down after a while.

Zhao Zhizhi touched the wind-resistant clothing made of thick fur in his hands. It was of excellent quality and warmth.

Without saying a word, he asked the waiter to wrap it up, threw down a bag of rice and left.

Zhao Yimu followed behind, very puzzled by his little sister's behavior:

"Zhizhi, everyone is hoarding food now, why are you still replacing it?"

It wasn't that he felt sorry for the food. Ever since he saw a roomful of food that day, he had no doubts about his little sister's ability.

Furthermore, even if he didn't like what Zhao Zhizhi wanted to do, he wouldn't stop her. He would only help her clean up the mess.

Zhao Zhizhi looked at the location of the blacksmith shop and explained to Zhao Yimu:
"Brother, if it doesn't rain and the crops fail, we will have to flee sooner or later."

"If we encounter bad weather, sudden illness, or bandits blocking our way during our escape, it will be useless no matter how much food we have."

Zhao Yimu understood and praised Zhao Zhizhi for his foresight.

The blacksmith shop is a little more convenient than the grocery store. They are all rough people. Zhao Yimu can speak well. He exchanged two large pieces of bacon for five or six fine iron tools.

The most important thing is medicinal materials, but all the medicine shops in the market are closed without exception.

Zhao Yimu squatted on the ground in frustration, "Zhizhi, the drug stores are closed. Let's go back."

Just when Zhao Zhizhi was worried, a resident on the street who followed him from the blacksmith shop hurriedly stood up and said, "You two want to buy medicinal materials, right?"

(End of this chapter)