Escape from the wasteland and farm: the full-level boss dressed as the best eldest sister

Chapter 295 Salt
"You thought you were playing mahjong? It's a fluke that you got it today, so you might not be able to go again."

The lame uncle couldn't help but teach the two young people to cherish their lives.

Unexpectedly, the kid hooked his lips and said: "Thank you for your concern, uncle, we must be careful."

"..." The cripple uncle shook his head. These kids are really newborn calves who are not afraid of tigers, so what he just said just fell on deaf ears!

Stop it!
But he has to keep an eye on some fools, and he can't let him follow them foolishly, lest they run away and he suffers.

The cripple uncle was thinking about it while gnawing on the delicately roasted meat, but he was shocked when he took a bite of the roasted meat.

This... This familiar taste of salt, he will never forget it in his dreams!

Unbelievably, the crippled man gnawed a few more bites. In addition to the taste of salt, he even tasted the taste of exotic seasonings.

He did not eat this kind of seasoning three years ago, and he has never eaten it since the troubled times.

The lame uncle trembled with excitement, and after taking two bites in a row, he reluctantly put down the food.

His expression turned back and forth, and finally he looked at Li Wenli as if he had made some important decision.

"Brother Fox, I know it's very abrupt to ask, but now I have to ask even if it's abrupt, please forgive me, little brother."

"?" Li Wenli had a question mark on his face.

"Do you have any salt in your hands? Can... can you give us some? I must... no, we in Death Valley will definitely thank you with all our strength."

"???" Li Wenli looked bewildered. Didn't the former cripple uncle say that Death Valley has no owner? How can he call Quangu again now?
This uncle didn't say a word of the truth, he was really weak.

"Cough." The cripple uncle seemed to know that this morning's show was too much, and he said seriously: "You also know that Death Valley is poor, if it weren't for you, maybe everyone would never have the chance to taste meat again in this life, so thank you very much Your generosity.

But to be honest, for everyone, there are too many hardships in Death Valley. Maybe you can live without oil and meat all year round, but without salt, most people are sick now. If things go on like this, they will all die here without going to the battlefield.

Although we are crippled, we still linger on with a glimmer of hope to return to our hometown.

So today the cripple has the cheek to beg, if you have salt, can you give us a little bit, not too much, just a little bit. "

The lame uncle has never begged so humbly in his life, his eyes are full of sincerity.

Li Wenli didn't speak, he glanced at Bai Junjun with interest.

Although he has the right to use the space, the salt in the space belongs to the young lady. He has already lost all the jewelry of the young lady. If she touches her salt again, the young lady will destroy him.

Seeing Li Wenli's movements, the crippled uncle knew that Bai Junjun had the right to control the salt, so he couldn't help looking at Bai Junjun eagerly.

Originally, the cripple uncle thought he would beg again earnestly, and was planning to exchange the belongings at the bottom of the box for her, but Bai Junjun handed him a big kettle without saying a word.

Usually this kettle is used to hold water from plants and trees, but now Bai Junjun filled a pot of salt.

The lame uncle took the kettle subconsciously, but found that the kettle was heavy, and when he opened it, it was full of white salt.

Originally, he thought that he was lucky to get a little bit, but he didn't know there was as much as a pot!
This pot weighs at least two catties!
Two catties of salt!
(End of this chapter)