Our neighborhood has been transported again.

Chapter 132 Trading
However, there are only 25 fish in this nearly 400-square-meter fishpond, which is still too few.

If those fish farmers find out, they'll laugh at us.

Qin Ziwen planned to go to the river to buy more fish.

But before we go, there's one more building that needs upgrading.

Arrive at the blacksmith shop, take out two Level 1 blacksmith shop cards, and choose to use them.

As the light faded, the level 2 blacksmith shop in front of us was successfully upgraded to the second level 3 building in our homestead.

Qian Muzhen, who was on her way to the pharmacy to dry some herbs, happened to pass by and saw this scene. She said in a low voice, "Sir, Master Li's blacksmith shop is upgrading so fast. I wonder when the old man will be able to open a clinic."

Qin Ziwen was both amused and exasperated, never expecting that Doctor Qian would also have something he cared about.

"It will happen." Qin Ziwen didn't dare to make a guarantee, since the buildings given in the settlement were all random.

If you're lucky, you can get it the next day.

If you're unlucky, then you'll have to wait.

But I think there probably is.

Upon hearing this, Qian Muzhen smiled and said, "Sir, I have observed that some of the refugees working in the salt wells are unwell. Although they are not serious at the moment, they will inevitably develop problems if left untreated."

Qin Ziwen said, "Go and take a look at them. If it's not serious and can be treated, then treat them. By the way, where are the others in the manor?"

Qian Muzhen said, "I have examined everyone else, and they are all healthy. It's just that Li the blacksmith is overworked and needs to be careful."

"Okay, I'll remind him."

After Dr. Qian left, the blacksmith shop in front of them had changed drastically. The area remained the same, but the height had changed to a four-meter-high brick and tile house.

The interior environment has become cleaner and tidier. The most obvious change is the stove, which is twice the size of the previous one, and the bellows has been replaced with a double-hole piston bellows made of paulownia wood.

The wind speed became stronger and more stable.

Li Tieshan is still in the Furnace Bunker. He should be very satisfied when he comes back.

Qin Ziwen then went to the salt well and asked Liu San, "How much salt is there now?"

Liu San replied, "Reporting to you, sir, we currently have 100 catties of coarse salt and 40 catties of green salt." Seeing that Qin Ziwen remained silent, Liu San quickly added, "We used quite a bit of it to cure the meat, sir. We have absolutely not embezzled any."

"Okay, pack me half a pound each of coarse salt and green salt, I need them."

Carrying two kinds of salt, Qin Ziwen led Du Yu to the riverbank.

Before we even reached the riverbank, we could see a large crowd gathered there.

The crocodile was surrounded by a group of people, and it's unclear how the others lured it ashore.

On land, the crocodile opened its mouth wide, its face full of ferocity.

But the onlookers were full of excitement, holding up various homemade long weapons and constantly hitting the crocodile's head, body, and back.

Some of them were so excited during the fight that they were howling like excited monkeys.

The crocodile was in great pain from the beating and turned to flee back into the river.

But one of the people next to them threw out a large net, which covered the crocodile, while the others grabbed the net and restrained the crocodile.

When the crocodile turns its head, they retreat; when the crocodile runs away, they pull it away.

In the end, the crocodile was exhausted and had no choice but to be slaughtered.

After killing the crocodile, the twenty or thirty people involved shouted excitedly.

This scene left Qin Ziwen somewhat dazed.

Compared to when they first started hunting crocodiles, everyone is now much more skilled.

During the twenty-seven days of their journey, not only he, but many of his neighbors were also adapting to their surroundings.

If you are not adapted to, you will be eliminated.

Those who survived were all elites.

He didn't know how many people were still in the neighborhood, but when he walked around the neighborhood on weekdays, he could clearly feel that it was much quieter than it had been in the first few days.

On the hillside behind the residential area, there are mounds of graves with wooden sticks stuck in them.

"Show us the crocodiles! Show us the crocodiles!"

Are there still crocodiles in the river?

Some people, after killing crocodiles, clamored to continue hunting them.

Seeing this, Qin Ziwen said, "Du Yu, it seems we need to stock up on more meat in the next few days."

"Understood, sir." Du Yu nodded.

Upon arriving at the riverbank, Qin Ziwen saw some fishermen fishing. He took out a bag, removed the salt from it, and offered it to them to taste.

"How's my salt?" "Interested?"

"The price is cheap, only half the price of the Tongmenghui."

He doesn't sell; he only promotes it.

Soon, some people in the crowd secretly left.

Moments later, Zhang Bo learned the news and was shocked and furious.

"He's selling salt too? Where did he get his salt? No, could it be..." Zhang Bo quickly guessed that the other party probably also obtained a salt well or a similar structure.

Thinking about this, Zhang Bo felt a little irritated.

Although he was mentally prepared, he was still annoyed when the competitor actually arrived.

After all, when a monopoly is doing a comfortable business, a competitor suddenly appears.

Huang Tao, sitting opposite him, smiled faintly.

He wasn't in a hurry at all.

Because he possesses a core skill—carpentry!
Even if a neighbor gets a new carpenter's hut, they can't compete with him.

Without a carpenter, a carpenter's hut is useless.

Zhang Bo stood up and said to Huang Tao, "Excuse me for a moment."

Afterwards, Zhang Bo got up and left in a hurry.

Huang Tao squinted as he watched his retreating figure.

He seemed to have thought of something, and the corners of his mouth turned up in a smile.

By the river, Zhang Bo found Qin Ziwen, who was selling coarse salt. He took a deep breath, forced a smile, and walked over to him warmly.

"Brother Qin~"

"Hey, brother, are you buying salt? It's cheap, only half the price of what the Alliance would charge, and the quality is even better," Qin Ziwen said skillfully, handing over the bag in his hand.

After saying that, he seemed to realize that the person standing in front of him was actually Zhang Bo.

"Oh dear, what a mess! It turns out to be Boss Zhang. You have a salt well, so I suppose you don't need it anymore." Qin Ziwen casually took back the bag in his hand.

"Wait, can I take another look?" Zhang Bo called out to Qin Ziwen, looking at the bag of salt in Qin Ziwen's hand.

A hint of horror flashed in his eyes.

He wasn't originally a professional in the field of salt.

But ever since I opened the salt well and started doing this business every day, I'm no longer a novice.

In that fleeting glimpse, I noticed that the bag Qin Ziwen was carrying contained salt.

But this salt was clearly of much better quality than his own.

how can that be!

Could it be a level 2 salt well?!
Seeing that the fish had taken the bait, Qin Ziwen handed the two bags to Zhang Bo.

Zhang Bo's expression grew increasingly grave as he looked at the document.

Finally, she closed her eyes, then opened them and let out a long breath, looking at the man in front of her: "I admit defeat. Your salt is of better quality than mine. In a head-on competition, I can't beat you."

But since you specifically lured me here, you must have something to say to me.

Qin Ziwen said, "That's right, I want to make a deal with you."

“You overestimate me. I can’t represent the Tongmenghui, and my influence within the Tongmenghui is limited. You might as well go directly to Chairman Zou.” Zhang Bo shook his head.

"So I'm really going?" Qin Ziwen pretended to leave.

Zhang Bo quickly stopped him, "Wait, go ahead and say it."

Qin Ziwen said, "I would like to trade some live fish with you, and settle the payment with salt."

Zhang Bo looked intently at Qin Ziwen. He knew why the other party was looking for him: the Tongmenghui had many members and specialized fishing and hunting teams.

As for why the other party specifically sought him out, it's likely that they didn't want to join the Tongmenghui and instead wanted him to act as the middleman. This is because the other party also had salt wells, and their quality was better than his. If he joined the Tongmenghui, his value would be greatly reduced compared to similar competing products.

"It's me? Not from the Tongmenghui?"

"Yes, it's you."

"Okay, I agree then."

　I wrote this on my phone today, so it was a bit slow. There are still two chapters left, I'll write them later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)