October 13th.

Half past seven in the morning.

Before the gate of the trading market was opened, two thousand workers had gathered to dig trenches. Among the bustling crowd, Zhang Feng and Dai Xiaobing stood in the same row.

"I can earn 0.65 points again today!" Zhang Feng said enthusiastically.

Dai Xiaobing asked: "Brother Feng, how much wine did you drink yesterday?"

"Just two cups, twenty liang, not enough."

"How much does a cup cost?"

"0.3 points for a cup and 3 points for a bottle. What I drank was sweet potato roast. If it is blended with industrial alcohol, it would be 0.1 points for a cup and 1 point for a bottle."

Dai Xiaobing clicked his tongue and said in amazement: "It's so expensive. Did you use all the points you earned yesterday?"

"Well, if you burn two sweet potatoes, you'll get 0.6 points, and there's almost 0.05 points left." Zhang Feng nodded.

Dai Xiaobing pondered for a long time, he was afraid that reminding Brother Feng would make him unhappy and ruin his interest in drinking.

But he felt that Brother Feng was very kind to him and his sister. Regardless of whether Brother Feng listened to some words, he still had to remind them when they should.

"Brother Feng."

"Huh? What's the matter?"

"How many points have you saved now?"

"Forehead......"

Zhang Feng thought for a moment and took out a small slip from his pocket, "Here, there are 2 points left."

Dai Xiaobing was surprised when he heard this. He went on a mission to collect supplies with Zhang Feng.

His sister was still young, only thirteen years old, so she couldn't help much. He mainly relied on him to earn points, but it cost two people.

In other words, the points earned by Dai Xiaobing are actually similar to those earned by Zhang Feng, and sometimes even less than those earned by Zhang Feng.

Moreover, he has two people to support, himself and his sister.

However, he had already saved more than a dozen points, and Zhang Feng, alone, only saved two points!

It has been more than three months since the thunderstorm disaster, and I have only saved two points, which is equivalent to not saving much!

"Brother Feng."

Dai Xiaobing persuaded with earnest words:

"Let me give you a suggestion. I think we still need to save some points in our hands. Otherwise, if we encounter some difficulties, it will be very difficult if we don't have points later."

"Think about how hungry we are during thunderstorms and natural disasters."

"Don't think I'm verbose. I've told you this countless times. I really wish you well, Brother Feng."

Zhang Feng looked at Dai Xiaobing with sincere eyes and said with a carefree smile:

"I actually have enough life."

"I've been living in the apocalypse for so many years. It's really tiring. I just want to have fun now. If I get to that point, I'll just die."

"But at least I can have a good time before I die, but I really want to save some points and go to Tingfeng Tower a few times! Hahaha."

When Dai Xiaobing heard what Zhang Feng said, he sighed helplessly.

He has tried to persuade her many times, but Brother Feng didn't listen every time.

But everyone has their own choice.

No matter how difficult it is, some people will try their best to overcome the difficulties and survive.

But some people feel that it is better to live in pain for a while than to live in peace for a while.

Zhang Feng is the latter.

The two people have different ideas and cannot convince each other.

These two people also represent most people in the trading market, two extremes.

Either you are saving to the extreme on Soso Sou and saving your points for emergencies.

The other part is to use the hard-earned points to spend a lot of time, buy wine, and go to Tingfeng Tower to feel comfortable.

Or go to the duel ring to gamble, dreaming of giving it a try, turning a bicycle into a motorcycle, and a motorcycle into a car... Using a small amount of money can make a big difference.

well.......

Dai Xiaobing sighed leisurely and gave no more persuasion.

"Leaving the city, leaving the city."

Eight o'clock in the morning.

The door of the trading market is officially opened.

The crowded flow of people walked towards the Wengcheng.

Chen Er took a loudspeaker and shouted: "Don't crowd, line up and get out of the city!"

"Those over there, don't come over. Wait until they get out before you go out again!"

The group of survivors leaving the city in the distance were stunned when they heard Chen Er's shout.

"Is this calling us?"

"What's going on? Why are you still not allowed to leave the city? Why!"

"What do these people do?"

"You are from aliens, right? You don't know about such a big thing as building a water plant? These people are all workers on call. I really envy them. They benefit steadily, and I still have to run out to search for supplies.

, it’s hard to say whether you can find it or not.”

"I went on a long journey and just came back yesterday. The water plant? The water plant is great. How many points do these people get?"

“0.65 points a day!”

The man in the black hat heard this and said nonchalantly: "It's average, not as high as I expected."

Another man in a gray undershirt added:

"Eat included."

The man in the black hat's eyes changed a little, "It's pretty good. It also includes food. It's better than searching for supplies outside."

The man in the singlet continued: "What they get is contribution points!"

"Whoops!" The man in the black hat's eyes suddenly shone.

The eyes looking at the group of workers were full of envy.

The reason why he travels far to perform tasks is to complete some tasks that contribute points.

If he wants to be promoted to level 4 personnel, he can only achieve it by contributing a certain number of points.

He works hard and takes huge risks to perform tasks.

Fuck the results!

This group of people dug trenches nearby, which was a relatively unskilled job that relied purely on hard work, but they actually contributed points!

damn it!

The black hat man's mentality is unbalanced. He feels that he has missed 100 million!

"Fuck! How come I, Old Zhao, don't have such a chance!"

The man in gray undershirt sighed:

"This job is very popular. I didn't grab it, and you may not be able to grab it here. There are too many monks and too little meat. There is nothing we can do. Let's just go out and collect supplies honestly. I hope that this time I can give me something.

A surprise.”

After saying that, he didn't wait for the man in the black hat for a long time and turned his head to look.

I saw Lao Zhao still staring at the workers.

So he asked: "Old Zhao, you just came back yesterday from a long trip, don't you plan to rest for two days?"

Black hat Lao Zhao shook his head and said:

"No, I..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he stopped.

"I want to be promoted to level four as soon as possible. I can only work harder and go out for more runs. There is no other way. Alas..."

In fact, he discovered a place where there is a high probability that there will be items found in the mission hall, and he can get a lot of contribution points in exchange for the items.

But how can you tell others such a thing?

So as soon as he opened his mouth, he reacted and changed his excuse.

The man in the gray sweatshirt didn't hear this and said with some envy:
To be continued...