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The sun was hanging at the end of the horizon. It was definitely too late to go back to the shelter now.
Chu Guang would rather stay on Bett Street for one night than rush to the shelter at night.
He who had had several unpleasant experiences was aware of how dangerous it was.
Chu Guang wrapped the iron-barreled rifle he bought in a plastic bag and tied it to the sharpened water pipe behind him. From its appearance alone, no one could tell that it was a gun.
Although Bett Street did not restrict the survivors from carrying weapons, Chu Guang did not want the town mayor's men to discover that he was trading privately with the caravan outside.
50g Blue Umbrella Mushroom was only worth 1 point in the town.
Those blood-sucking leeches were really greedy to be able to come up with this kind of price!
Passing through the gate of Bett Street.
Chu Guang saw that the door of the recycling station was crowded with people.They were in ragged clothes, with sallow complexions. Bags were on their backs, while they carried plastic buckets or other containers in their hands. (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({});
Their daily routine was very simple, selling the trash they picked up, and then using the chips to exchange for life necessities.
"Newly arrived soap! Produced by the Boulder City Chemical Plant, you can wash away disgusting odors with only 3 chips. Hurry up and buy one for your wife to use. There are only 30, come and get some before it's too late."
"Edible oil. It is shipped from Brown Farm and only costs 10 chips per liter... It's a bit expensive, but there are reasons why it is expensive."
"Let me see what else we got. Oh right, there is coarse salt! The thumb-sized piece only costs 5 chips... How did we get it? Why do you need to care about this? Come and get it, it will make your food delicious."
"There are also tobacco leaves, whether you smoke it yourself or use it to make smoked bacon, it is… Forget it, come and take a look at it yourself, I'll rest awhile."
Old Charlie yelled lazily at the door, his attitude unlike a businessman's at all.
In fact, this was not really a business, but more like a charity from the master to the servant.
Not to mention Bett Street, within a five miles radius, many things could only be bought here, and the people living here had no right to choose.
Also, don't assume that five miles was very short.
Although Qingquan City was located in the Southern Great Plains, it had already become a reinforced concrete cemetery that was more dangerous than the forest...
Old Charlie wiped his sweat and handed over the collection of money to the clerk in the shop while he sat on the side, squinting his eyes to rest.
At this time, a thin young man in a gray coat waved the wooden sign in his hand, and walked to the crowd.
"Mobilization order! Town Mayor's mobilization order!"
"Before the end of the month, each household needs to hand in 100 kilograms of firewood and 2 quarter meters of fur."
"Please tell each other!"
There was a commotion in the crowd.
There were complaints, but no one came out to protest.
After all, it was the same in previous years.
Bett Street did not charge taxes, but it did not mean that living here was free. In addition to the soft exploitation of trading rights, the town mayor would always collect a batch of materials in one way or another.
The mobilization order was one of them, and it would be issued in August and September every year.
As for the refusal to follow the order?
The punishment was quite straightforward.
All unmarried men and women over sixteen in the settlement, regardless of whether they lived alone or not, would be considered a single household. After marriage, the two people involved would be considered as one household.
If the supplies were not handed in, the person in charge of the register would remove the name of the household from the register, confiscate their shack on Bett Street, and expel them from the survivor's stronghold.
In this world where life was cheaper than paper, losing a shelter was no different from death.
Especially in the cold winter.
Although Bett Street was not rich, it was much better than Brown Farm next door. At least the survivors living here still had a little bit of pitiful freedom.
‘It seems that the town mayor is planning to make a fortune before the last caravans arrive this year.'
Chu Guang thought this in his heart, but did not take this so-called mobilization order seriously.
He would leave here before winter.
When the time came, there was no need to rush, he would go by himself.
Bypassing the recycle station.
Chu Guang walked straight to his shack, but before reaching the door, he saw Yu Xiaoyu and a man standing at the door arguing about something.
The man looked about seventeen, not tall, and was a teenager. Chu Guang didn't know him well, but he remembered that he was the third son of the Wang family and his name was Wang Defu.
His shack was located at the corner of the settlement, diagonally across the Yu family and then the Wang family. Normally, they would not come there.
He didn't know what happened, and why the youngest of the Wang family would come here...
"Step aside."
Wang Defu looked impatient and stretched out his hand to push Yu Xiaoyu who was in front of him. The little girl staggered back, but she still opened her arms like an eagle guarding its chicks and did not give in.
"No, this is not your home!"
"It's not your home either."
"But he asked me to take care of the house!"
"What's the point of taking care of a dead man's house?"
"He is not dead." Yu Xiaoyu glared at him.
"Stop lying to yourself, that foreigner hasn't come back for four or five days."
Wang Defu continued impatiently, "You Yu Family just want to get a share of the pie, right? I didn't plan to take it all. How about this, the beam of the shed and this door belong to me, and you take the rest."
A dead man's house would be unoccupied and would usually be divided up by the neighbourhood.
No one would be certain that a person would be dead if he didn't come back for a few days; but when this usually happened, everyone would silently agree that the person was either caught by a slave trader or a marauder or taken by mutants to feed their cubs.
No one could survive a few consecutive nights outside.
Even experienced hunters could hardly do it.
Yu Xiaoyu bit her lower lip, and her eyes glared at the young man like a little goldfish, but she still refused to move.
Wang Defu didn't want to wait any longer. The men from the Yu family would come back soon. At that time, he would not be able to get anything, so he planned on pushing her away forcibly.
However, at this moment, a hand was placed on his shoulder.
"Who said I was dead?"
Startled, Wang Defu jumped to the side suddenly, looking at Chu Guang with a vigilant look like a wild beast. Yu Xiaoyu quickly slipped behind Chu Guang and whispered to him.
"He came yesterday and wants to tear down your house."
"Thanks."
Chu Guang looked at Wang Defu with a faint smile, and then said.
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