Eschatology: Raise a Man Into a Husband

"What's wrong with the backpack?" Lu Jingxuan looked at her and frowned.

"The backpack is gone." Song Fengfu pretended to be choked up, which broke her heart for a while.

Lu Jingxuan sighed softly, "Make room, we need to find our backpack."

"If the backpack is so big, it won't be dropped. We don't care what tricks you play, sell me salt now." A man looked at Lu Jingxuan and others viciously.

Song Fengfu frowned when she heard the vicious man's words, "What kind of trick are we playing? We lost our things, and inside are the zombie beads that we bought for how much salt we sold. If you say we are playing tricks, we will..."

"Don't be angry, don't be angry." Lu Jingxuan listened to her speaking in English at first and then in Chinese.

The word has changed too fast.

"I don't understand what you are talking about, but I know you must be scolding me. Let me tell you, I don't care what you do now. I want salt, two packets of salt."

The man cried out.

Song Fengfu squinted at him, "Jing Xuan, give him salt."

Song Fengfu took the zombie beads from the man's hand, and six catties of zombie beads is quite a lot.

Song Fengfu did not expect that the people here are really rich, and this bag of zombie beads is at least a thousand.

"How many bags?" Lu Jingxuan was sure that there were at least 30,000 zombie beads in their hands.

I can't tell that the people here are actually quite rich, but why don't they live in wooden houses?

Song Fengfu couldn't figure it out.

He kept collecting the zombie beads and kept changing the salt.

Until Song Fengfu estimated that there were more than 60,000, there were still a steady stream of people behind.

"I'm sorry, our salt has been sold out. Please come early tomorrow if you need it." After Lu Jingxuan finished speaking, he poured more than half of the zombie beads in front of Song Fengfu's eyes into his backpack.

Seeing that the zombie beads in the said backpack were gradually filling up, Lu Jingxuan zipped up the backpack and carried the backpack.

"It's easy to handle when you come tomorrow."

The people around looked at them, strangers, and foreigners.

It must not be easy for them to get salt in.

The two pushed away the crowd and quickly walked towards the wooden house, and the others also followed when they saw their leaving figure.

Back in the wooden house, Lu Jingxuan and Song Fengfu did not expect a group of people to follow soon.

"You two, do you have any salt left?" The person who followed walked up to them and looked at them eagerly.

"Wait a minute, I'll go up and get you some salt, but please stay here and don't leave."

Lu Jingxuan cast a glance at Song Fengfu, took the backpack and went upstairs.

Hao Junnan didn't expect that they would bring a group of people back when they came back.

"You guys are..."

Hao Junnan walked into the living room and frowned at the group of people in front of him.

"They're here to buy salt. By the way, you have salt over there too. About 100 grams can be exchanged for 500 zombie beads."

Song Fengfu looked at the person in front of him. He had so many supplies in his space, so he couldn't believe that he didn't have any salt.

A pack of 100 grams of salt is exchanged for 500 zombie beads, which means that only 100 packs of salt can be exchanged for 50,000 zombie beads.

In this way, they can quickly return to the crystal base.

"About 100 grams can be exchanged for 500 grams? That's a good deal." Hao Junnan didn't expect that the zombie beads could be obtained so easily.

"Yeah, we changed a little. Jingxuan has already gone upstairs to get the extra salt in our backpack."

The moment Song Fengfu finished speaking, Lu Jingxuan went downstairs with his backpack.

The people outside the door watched him appear and hurried forward.

"Those who need to change the salt, prepare the zombie beads first." After Lu Jingxuan shouted, everyone lined up.

He took out twenty small bags of salt from his backpack and placed them in front of him to exchange them with others.

After all the twenty packs of salt were changed, Lu Jingxuan said to the people behind, "If you want to change the salt, ask him to change it."

Pointing at Hao Junnan, Lu Jingxuan pulled Song Fengfu to go upstairs.

"Wait, wait, they want to change the salt, can you help me too? Otherwise, how can I handle it alone."

Hao Junnan looked at the group of people outside, he didn't have much salt in his space.

Changes are too limited.

"It's a pity that the two of us are going to rest." Song Fengfu yawned, as if he was very sleepy.

"That's right, I'm going to rest, and the rest is up to you." Lu Jingxuan chuckled lightly, not believing that he couldn't handle it.

Seeing the couple going upstairs, Hao Junnan sighed softly.

A group of people suddenly walked outside the wooden house.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, you all. Is there someone here selling salt?"

A soldier came up to Hao Junnan.

"He's selling it." Everyone pointed at Hao Junnan in front of them.

"How much salt do you have? We'll take care of it." The soldier stared at Hao Junnan. Didn't he just come in today?

He seems to be carrying a backpack.

How much salt will there be in the backpack?

"It's all covered? Then how many zombie beads can you take out?" Hao Junnan didn't expect him to say such words suddenly, and was taken aback for a moment.

There are several large boxes of salt in his space.

"How many zombie beads do you want?" The soldiers were ordered to come, knowing that the above-mentioned salt is imperative.

"In this way, I have at least thirty catties of table salt here. If one hundred grams of five hundred zombie beads are used to calculate, thirty catties equals fifteen thousand kilograms, and then..."

Before Hao Junnan could finish the rest of the sentence, the soldier nodded.

"Sir, don't worry, I will deliver the zombie beads you want to you tomorrow."

"Then I'll wait for you at home." Hao Junnan didn't expect to earn 75,000 zombie beads in one go.

"Okay." The soldier nodded.

After the soldiers left, the people in line immediately walked up to Hao Junnan.

"I want salt."

"I also want."

A man shouted outside the cabin.

In the wooden house next to Hao Junnan, Hades and others couldn't help frowning when they saw the scene in front of them.

"It's good to have space. See how they can get tens of thousands of zombie beads at once." Zhang Xiaotao was envious when she heard Hao Junnan yelling that one hundred grams of salt would be exchanged for five hundred zombie beads.

Zhang Xiaoqin, who was also looking at the scene below, sighed softly. If they had chosen Hao Junnan at that time, I wonder if the ending would have been different.

Just when Zhang Xiaoqin wanted to come, the sky outside began to rain.

Seeing the falling rain, Zhang Xiaoqin couldn't help frowning.

"Let's go in quickly, I don't know if there is a zombie virus in this rain." Zhang Xiaoqin walked towards the wooden house after speaking.

"OK."