Eschatology: Raise a Man Into a Husband

"You live upstairs, I will live downstairs. By the way, are you going out now to get familiar with the environment?" Sean looked at the man and woman in front of him.

"Familiar with the environment? Wait until we put down our backpacks." Lu Jingxuan glanced at the sky outside. It was already dark and couldn't be darker anymore, just like the sky above a crystal base.

This black has no moon or stars.

Suddenly Lu Jingxuan had a very bad premonition. Could it be that the dark night drifted here from above the crystal base?

"Then I'll just stay here to look after the house. If you have any valuables, you can take it with you, so as not to get someone broke through the empty door here, that's not very good."

Sean had a faint smile.

After all, people here are unfamiliar with their lives, and because they are foreigners, it is inevitable that someone will look at them and rob them.

"It doesn't matter, we don't have any important things, just some food. If they want to grab it, let them grab it." Lu Jingxuan raised a smile.

Good things are in their space, it is not so easy to be robbed.

Nodding slightly, Sean watched the two go upstairs.

Soon they walked down from upstairs.

Watching the two people leave, Sean sat on the wooden sofa and began to make himself a cup of coffee.

A person's life is really good.

After coming out of the wooden house, Song Fengfu and two of them walked forward along the road.

There are not many lights in the dark world.

The two of them walked to the right from the end of the road of the wooden house. This is a small market and a refugee camp.

There are a lot of things on each side of the road, and there will be a small fire illuminating the surroundings every five or six meters.

The fire is not big, and there are not many places that can be illuminated.

When Lu Jingxuan and Song Fengfu walked into the refugee camp, they found that the smell inside the refugee camp was very great.

It is a smell of fermented wine.

Lu Jingxuan took out two masks from his small bag.

"Here, bring it. The smell here is too strong. It should have been a long time since they had a bath, so they have such a strong smell."

"It's not just that I didn't take a shower, but the smell should be the smell of clothes after being soaked in water for a long time without washing."

Song Fengfu put on a mask and didn't want to go deep into the refugee area.

"Let's go, see if you can change some zombie beads." Lu Jingxuan originally wanted to change some zombie beads in the management center, but the goal of the two of them was too big, and changing to a few hundred zombie beads might attract others' attention.

Instead of changing some zombie beads in the management center, it is better to come to the refugee camp to see if you can change some zombie beads.

Song Fengfu nodded, looking at the surroundings with clear eyes.

"My friend, come and see, I have a flashlight and clothes here." When someone approached the refugee area, people around shouted.

"Friend, friend, come and see if I have other good things here."

Lu Jingxuan glanced at the furnishings.

Broken clothes, broken shoes, some daily necessities, and even pots and pans.

"Let's ask." Song Fengfu glanced at the things on the ground, but no one was selling food.

"Don't ask, let's just set up a stall here and sell food." Lu Jingxuan found an open space and took out the cloth from the small backpack.

Song Fengfu watched as he took out the salt in a small bag from his backpack, which was packed when they had time in the space.

"Are you going to sell salt?"

Song Fengfu crouched at his feet and asked.

"Well, no matter what the salt is, everyone will be short, and I believe that this bag can sell two or three hundred zombie beads." Lu Jingxuan blinked, people will lose strength if there is less salt a day, let alone this apocalypse. For half a year, I don't believe that people like them are not short of salt.

"Two or three hundred zombie beads, isn't it that we have two or thirty thousand zombie beads in one hundred packs?" Song Fengfu had the final say, and only two hundred bags of salt could make up more than 50,000 zombie beads.

In this way, wouldn't they be able to get more zombie beads?

Helping Lu Jingxuan take out the salt in the backpack, Song Fengfu placed one by one on the cloth in front of him.

"What are you selling?" The surrounding people looked at Lu Jingxuan and put out packs of white objects.

If you don't look closely, you can't tell that this is salt, but it looks like drugs or flour.

"Salt." Lu Jingxuan said.

"Table salt? It's salt, how much is it sold?" Hearing a sound of salt, the people who originally set up the stall gathered around.

"A pack of five hundred zombie beads." Lu Jingxuan looked at everyone in front of him, and many people immediately yelled at this opening.

"Five hundred zombie beads, you are trying to rob."

A person squatted in front of Lu Jingxuan's stall, and when he was about to pick up a packet of salt, Lu Jingxuan quickly grabbed a corner of the cloth and received all the salt in front of him.

"Selling is voluntary. If you think it's expensive, you can go to another home to buy it." Lu Jingxuan looked at the man, don't buy it if it's too expensive.

"You..." The man watched Lu Jingxuan put away the cloth on the ground.

When the surrounding people saw it, "He doesn't want me to ask for it. Five hundred zombie beads? I'll buy two packs."

"I want it too, I want it too, give me three guarantees."

"I want too. I haven't tasted the salt for a long time." A person looked at Lu Jingxuan greedily. The price of salt outside could definitely sell for a thousand zombie beads.

What is a trivial five hundred zombie beads?

"The people who want it line up and prepare 500 zombie beads." Lu Jingxuan took out an electronic scale from his small backpack and handed it to Song Fengfu.

Five hundred zombie beads are equivalent to three catties, as long as you make sure that there are zombie beads inside, and then weigh the number to know.

Song Fengfu took the electronic scale, and one person quickly took a bag to her.

"There are five hundred zombie beads in it."

"Wait for me to confirm." Song Fengfu took the bag in his hand, weighed it, and nodded to Lu Jingxuan after confirming that it was three kilograms.

"There are zombie beads inside." Song Fengfu opened his small backpack and put it in.

"Well, I'll give you this bag of salt." Lu Jingxuan looked at her as she confirmed the zombie beads and handed a bag of salt to the other party.

One by one, when Song Fengfu's backpack was full, Lu Jingxuan put away the backpack.

"Today's salt will be supplied here, and it will continue tomorrow." When Lu Jingxuan was about to put away the stall, the people around were obviously not willing to leave.

"No, no, we need it now." A group of people surrounded the two of them, and Song Fengfu took the opportunity to put the backpack into the space without a trace.

"Wait, wait, can't we sell it yet?" Song Fengfu said in English towards everyone.

Lu Jingxuan squinted at Song Fengfu, "But our backpacks are full."

"The backpack is full, but we are..." Song Fengfu suddenly yelled before he finished speaking. "Backpack, where's my backpack?"