Yipin Tang

Chapter 308 Funing Base
The Funing Base was built on a small wasteland in the suburbs of Funing City, close to the Huancheng River. The base was established by the surviving troops from the Funing Military Region. Zhao Sihai was originally just a small squad leader, but now he has become the entire base Uncompromising boss.

The reason why they chose to build a base here is because this area is the only place around Funing that has unpolluted land. Although the area of ​​unpolluted land is less than half an mu, it is a huge resource in the last days.

Liu Qiang, who was guarding the gate of the base, was a security guard of a property company before the doomsday. Hearing the sound of a motor in the distance, he immediately cheered up. After a while, a military off-road vehicle with a handsome appearance stopped.

Wang Xiang had to stop, and a bar was set up at the gate of the base.

Liu Qiang glanced at the people in the car, and said calmly: "Three people, three black crystals."

"What black crystal?" Wang Xiang looked puzzled. He probably understood that there was a fee for entering the city, but he really didn't know what black crystal was.

Liu Qiang's face immediately pulled when he heard the words: "Boy, are you pretending to be garlic?" It has been more than a year since the end of the world, and no one knows Hei Jing.

"I really..."

Liu Qingqing gave Wang Xiang a hand and said, "Can we use other things instead?"

Liu Qiang is not willing to offend such a person who can still bring a woman and a child with him in the last days. Hearing Liu Qingqing's words, his expression softened, and he asked lightly, "What is it?"

One thing more is worse than one thing less, and Wang Xiang is not very disgusted with such things as paying the city fee, so he asked in a low voice, "What should I use instead?"

Liu Qingqing pointed to the pancake covered with oilcloth in the back seat.

"Is this thing okay?"

Liu Qingqing nodded, and before she had time to speak, Wang Xiang took out a big cake and threw it at the window.

"Is this ok?"

Liu Qiang was almost thrown in the face by the pancake, and was about to get angry when his nose moved suddenly, and he took a closer look at the pancake in Wang Xiang's hand. It was not mutant grain, but ordinary grain, and his eyes lit up.

Black crystals are only the lowest-level spar currency in the last days. Three black crystals can only buy a palm-sized piece of mutated grain. Two yellow crystals, that is two hundred black crystals, so Wang Xiang's throwing in Liu Qiang's eyes is like someone throwing out a handful of hundred yuan bills in peacetime.

"Yes, yes." Liu Qiang's attitude immediately took a 120-degree turn, and he nodded to Wang Xiang with a smile on his face.

Wang Xiang was also taken aback by Liu Qiang's change, threw the big cake in front of him, and said lightly: "Then we can go in, right?"

Liu Qiang grabbed the pancake and put away the railing, Wang Xiang drove slowly into the Funing Base, Liu Qiang took out three black crystals from his pocket and threw them into the box next to him, and logically put Wang Xiang Xiang put the big cake thrown to him into his pocket.

"You didn't have to give so much just now, just a small piece is enough. Ordinary grain is more precious than mutated grain." Liu Qingqing said in a low voice. She only knew that ordinary grain was more precious than mutated grain, but she didn't know how precious it would be. many.

Wang Xiang said nonchalantly: "Forget it, it's just a big piece of cake, is it possible to tear it into smaller pieces? By the way, what is the black crystal he mentioned just now?"

"The black crystal is a kind of crystal in the zombie's body. It grows in the zombie's head. I heard that the crystal is the energy source of the zombie, so it will lose its ability to move only if the zombie's head is cut off."

"Damn it! What a change... It's so disgusting to think of using this thing as currency, who wants to chop off the heads of zombies and dig black crystals!"

Liu Qingqing's eyes were a little confused, and she murmured in a low voice: "Who wants to live in such an apocalypse..."

The inside of the base was even more chaotic than imagined. There were messy tents everywhere on the road, and there were many vacant houses outside the base, but they preferred to set up tents here, because they didn’t have to worry about being bitten by zombies that suddenly appeared while sleeping.

After tearing up a small piece of pie, Wang Xiang successfully asked about the location of the black market. The reason why he went to the black market was that he could buy anything there, but there was also the danger of being scammed, and there was nowhere to appeal. If you don't kill people at will in the base, the base won't bother with other matters.

Wang Xiang was still wearing the satin brocade robe brought over from the Tang Dynasty, holding a "burning stick" in his hand, followed by Liu Qingqing and Bao'er. The strange shape naturally attracted the attention of many people, but they were more All their attention was on the oilcloth bag in Wang Xiang's hand, and their keen sense of smell told them that it contained food made of ordinary grain.

Liu Qingqing and Bao'er seemed a little scared, and followed closely behind Wang Xiang. Wang Xiang was actually very panicked. He found that almost all the people in the black market were carrying weapons such as knives and axes, and many even carried weapons like knives and axes. with firearms.

Pretending to be calm, he wandered around and found no place that sold guns. There were quite a few that sold knives, axes and sticks. Wang Xiang was a little puzzled. He came here this time mainly to change some guns. There is no need at all, if you really want it, you can bring it from Datang.

It's not a problem if you don't have any common currency on you. You can't take out a piece of cake every time. Wang Xiang found the booth of an old man who seemed to be quite friendly. There was a sign in front of his booth, which read " Sell ​​all kinds of food."

Seeing Wang Xiang coming over, the old man immediately became enthusiastic and asked them what they needed to buy. Wang Xiang shook his head and said, "I want to sell something."

"What?" The old man stared at the oilcloth bag in Wang Xiang's hand.

Wang Xiang didn't touch the oilcloth bag, but took out the small half of the pancake that was torn just now from his pocket and handed it over.

The old man looked at the pancake, smelled it with his nose, and said, "Yes, it is a pancake made of ordinary flour. I can give you sixty black crystals."

Sixty black crystals can be exchanged for half a piece of pie. Wang Xiang finally understood why Liu Qiang, who was guarding the gate of the base, suddenly changed his attitude towards him.

The price offered by the old man was relatively high, but Wang Xiang didn't quite understand the current prices, so he nodded his head to agree to the exchange. Seeing Wang Xiang nodding, the old man swiftly put away half of the pancake, and asked, "Do you want Sixty black crystals or six white crystals?"

As soon as Wang Xiang heard it, he understood that the white crystal should be a currency with a higher face value than the black crystal, and the exchange ratio was one to ten. After thinking about it, he said, "Give me three white crystals and thirty black crystals."

The old man nodded and readily took out three white crystals the size of a little fingernail, and then counted out thirty black crystals and handed them to Wang Xiang.

Wang Xiang took it and looked at it curiously. The color of the crystal was crystal-like, but it was different. Wang Xiang felt sick when he thought that this thing was dug out from the head of a zombie.

(End of this chapter)