Travel through famine years and awaken a post-apocalyptic survival system.

Zhao Qingsong was shocked by the pheasant incident, but now was not the time to think about such things.

We have to run away now.

While evading their pursuers, they followed Da Shan and Dong Ge.

……

A dozen minutes later, Zhao Qingsong watched as Da Shan and his group entered a courtyard. After confirming that no one was chasing them, he found a place to hide.

Start checking your system tasks.

[Ding, a side quest has been issued: Kill 3 Mutant Beasts. Reward: 1 Supply Chest. Note: The next quest level will not be unlocked until this quest is completed.]

Current kill count: 0/3

The new task had been issued, but Zhao Qingsong only glanced at it and then ignored it.

He was standing there, completely bewildered!

He then looked ecstatic.

"If killing a chicken unlocks the quest, then we won't get stuck on future quests!"

My feet felt a little numb from the cold, so I stomped them.

Then I started thinking about something.

That's supplies.

Later, when he arrived at the steel mill, some supplies were not suitable to be taken out. What if he went hunting?

He's a man with radar.

If he goes into the mountains, wouldn't the prey be right under his nose?

In this way, they can openly and legitimately take some prey and then openly improve their lives.

They can also complete their own kill missions.

He walked along, pondering excitedly.

It seems that not getting into the purchasing department but getting into the security department isn't such a bad thing after all!

We need to find an opportunity to make this skill widely known and appreciated!

Click on the resource rewards.

[Ding, you have obtained: 1L of gasoline, 1 can of meat, and 1 rough dagger.]

Zhao Qingsong looked at the supplies and pondered for a moment.

Gasoline seems unnecessary for the time being, canned meat is better than nothing, and as for the last dagger...

He took out the dagger; it was an ordinary dagger.

The supplies this time aren't great, but at least the mission won't get stuck there.

I snapped out of my reverie and stopped thinking about it.

I'll find a chance to get some livestock to slaughter later.

Their eyes fell on the courtyard not far away, and they quietly crept up there.

……

At the entrance of a large courtyard, Da Shan and his five companions, panting heavily, closed the door.

If ordinary vendors are caught, their goods are usually confiscated, they are given a reprimand and education, and even if they are sent to labor camps, the time will not be too long.

But if these people are caught, the situation will be even more serious.

"Phew! That was too dangerous."

The mountain was there, panting heavily.

The man known as Brother Dong was no longer so calm: "How did that kid know there were law enforcement officers outside? He knew before our people did."

Da Shan shook his head: "Who knows!"

"Knock knock knock!"

Lost in thought, there was a knock on the door.

The sound startled everyone.

"Oh no, Dong-ge, they're catching up! What do we do?!" someone exclaimed anxiously.

"Run! Jump over the wall! Every single one of you who gets away is safe!"

Dong Ge's face turned cold, and he gave the order to run.

However, the voices coming from outside made them stop in their tracks: "Brother Dong, Dashan, it's one of us."

"Huh!"

The group stopped in their tracks, curious.

"Who is it!"

The group looked at each other, filled with curiosity.

Da Shan was the first to react: "Isn't that the kid from earlier! It's definitely him. Dong-ge, what do we do? Should we open the door?"

They set their sights on Dong Ge.

Dong Ge hesitated for a moment.

Finally, he said, "Open it. If anything seems wrong later, run over the wall, understand?"

"good!"

They all looked tense.

Dong Ge placed his hand on the door, pondered for a moment, and then opened the door.

Standing at the door was Zhao Qingsong.

"Brother Dong, don't be nervous, it's me, there's no one behind you."

"Come in quickly."

Dong Ge hesitated for a moment, but was still prepared to let him in.

After Zhao Qingsong came in carrying his things, he looked at the group and said with a smile, "Don't be nervous, Brother Dashan. I'm here to sell my goods. Do you want them? One yuan per foot. If you do, keep them; if not, I'll leave."

Before anyone else could speak, Dong Ge spoke up.

"Yes! Let's go inside and talk. Skinny Monkey, keep an eye on things outside."

"good!"

Someone agreed.

Zhao Qingsong followed Dong Ge and Da Shan into the house.

The oil lamp was lit, and Zhao Qingsong glanced around.

He appeared casual on the surface, but the pistol inside was ready to fire; if anything went wrong, he wouldn't hesitate to take care of these people.

Of course, he didn't want to kill anyone unless absolutely necessary.

Dong Ge looked at him, extended his hand, and laughed, "Brother, thanks for reminding me earlier, otherwise we would all have been in trouble. How did you know someone was coming?"

"You're welcome. We're all just trying to make a living. I also have people waiting outside to deliver messages."

Zhao Qingsong smiled and shook hands.

Dong Ge seemed to be deep in thought upon hearing this.

Looking at the cloth bags on the ground, he laughed and said, "Are you going to dispose of these cloths?"

"Yes, it needs to be taken care of. Are you interested?"

"Of course I'm interested, but one dollar is a bit too expensive. We don't make much profit and we have to take risks. This price is only slightly cheaper than reselling tickets, not by much. Let's not mince words, 90 cents. If you'd like, I'd take it all. If you have any other good stuff in the future, you can come to me."

Hearing this, Zhao Qingsong pondered that a price reduction of 1 mao per foot would amount to a total saving of about 20 yuan, which was not a small amount.

But its advantage lies in its convenience.

After thinking for a moment, he agreed: "Okay, then I'll give it to you. There should be more stock later, we'll talk about it then."

"Okay, that's great! Dashan, check the goods!"

"Okay, sure!"

Seeing this, Dashan carried the items to the Eight Immortals Table and began to take inventory.

He took a ruler from the inner room and began to measure.

After a while, Da Shan exclaimed, "Brother... the tailor who cut this cloth is incredibly skilled! Absolutely perfect, not a single bit too much!"

"Hehe, yes! It's an old-fashioned technique."

How could the system's direct cropping be bad?

At first, they used a ruler, but later they used cloth to compare. After a lot of work, they finally finished cleaning everything up.

After Da Shan finished counting, he reported the number: "203 feet, 182.7 yuan."

Upon seeing this, Dong Ge started taking money out of his pocket.

"It's your bill, 185 yuan, bro, just place your order."

Zhao Qingsong took it, glanced at it, and put it away. He had already checked it; there was no need to check it in detail.

He then asked, "Brother Dong, would you like some canned meat?"

Do you have canned meat? How much?

Dong Ge raised an eyebrow, his face showing surprise.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qingsong pulled out two tin cans of pork from his cotton-padded coat: "Each can contains one jin (500g), real rib meat. I don't have much on hand right now, but I should have more later. Let's exchange them for some other coupons."

Dong Ge took it, looked at it, and weighed it in his hand; it was a little over a pound.

"What kind of ticket do you want to exchange it for?"

"Grain coupons, fine grain coupons, sugar coupons, and cotton coupons are all fine."

Eating bread every day makes my mouth so bland; I need to eat some staple foods.

As for the others, there's no rush, and they're not suitable for rural areas.

There was also instant noodles in the room, and the smell was so strong that he didn't dare to take them out; the smell could be smelled from miles away.

I initially wanted to change some of the oil.

But thinking about it, the pork belly has enough oil.

We'll deal with these things once he's settled in.

Even in the dead of winter, cotton is still needed. I'll have to buy a pair of ready-made cotton shoes later, since my current ones are all wet.

Cotton is still very rare now, with only a few ounces available each year.