After dinner, considering that Meng Zezhi and his group were tired after a long day's journey, the old man didn't ask any more questions, and just sent them off to rest.

Meng Zezhi had his own room, and the old man specially reserved it for Qi Siyong, and Qin Yaochen was arranged to go to the guest room as a matter of course.

But this didn't prevent Meng Zezhi from slipping into Qin Yaochen's room after washing the vain.

"Why, are you still worried about the two of us?" Meng Zezhi hugged Qin Yaochen sideways, and touched the corner of his clothes with his palm.

"Well." Qin Yaochen moved his buttocks and adjusted to the most comfortable position.

Mr. He's attitude couldn't be more obvious.

It's only one aspect that he doesn't like him as a man. As Meng Zezhi said, his acceptance of homosexuality is still very high. The most important thing is that Mr. He thinks that he is too old.

In this regard, he really has no way to refute.

He was twenty-nine and Qi Siyong was seventeen.

It's been a full round.

Wait, seventeen?

Qin Yaochen realized later that he had slept with a minor.

He was stunned for a moment, then his thoughts took a turn.

Is the capital of the minors this year so majestic?

stop-

Qin Yaochen curled his toes.

The reason why the old man didn't object was not only because he didn't want to brush Qi Siyong's will and make him sad and embarrassed, but also because he didn't want to make jokes in public.

People are always greedy, Qin Yaochen is not satisfied with this, he wants to get the blessing of the old man.

"Actually, there is a way I can change the old man's attitude towards you?" Meng Zezhi said leisurely, his palms hovering over Qin Yaochen's lower abdomen, the muscles above are even and full, with smooth lines, and it feels very comfortable to touch.

"How to say?"

Qin Yaochen turned around, and Meng Zezhi put his hand on his ass.

Meng Zezhi squeezed the soft flesh under his palm, and when he met Qin Yaochen's eager eyes, he narrowed his eyes: "Simple—"

Saying that, he turned over and pressed the person under him.

...

At seven in the morning, Meng Zezhi and Qin Yaochen came downstairs.

The old man who lived downstairs in Qin Yaochen felt uncomfortable after listening to the panting and cursing all night. He put down the newspaper in his hand, covered his mouth and coughed lightly: "Get up!"

Qin Yaochen was so embarrassed that he almost didn't dare to look directly at the old man.

He glared at Meng Zezhi fiercely, with the blush on his face and the remaining spring tide at the corner of his eyes, typical of anger turned into anger.

It's his own fault, why he got on Meng Zezhi's pirate ship in a confused way.

"Grandpa." Meng Zezhi, who got a bargain, responded, reaching out to hold his hand, full of comfort.

Qin Yaochen tried to struggle for a while, but failed.

"Now that you're up, let's eat." The corner of the old man's eyes fell on the hands of the two that were tightly connected, with a complicated expression.

"Well," Meng Zezhi dragged him downstairs, and then helped Qin Yaochen open the chair and sat down. He asked, "Where are my uncle and cousin?"

The old man glanced at Qin Yaochen, took Meng Zezhisheng's corn porridge, and took a sip: "I've sent the invitation... If you're bored, wait for your elder brother to come back and let him show you around."

"Okay." Meng Zezhi bit a pickled cucumber and chatted with the old man.

At the end, the old man glanced at Qin Yaochen, who was silent and buried his head to eat, paused, and put a small piece of fermented bean curd into Qin Yaochen's bowl.

When Qi's father and Qi's mother died, he personally went to Liushi to pick up Qi Siyong, knowing that people there like porridge with fermented bean curd.

Qin Yaochen's movements were stagnant, and he was a little flattered.

"Cough cough." The old man cleared his throat and said extremely unnaturally: "Little Qin, don't be too restrictive, just treat this place as your own home."

The old man's face changes when he says it changes.

The old man originally thought that his own cabbage was smashed by someone else's pig. It's no wonder that he is in a good mood.

Unexpectedly, it was the pig of my own that smothered the cabbage of other people

What a good person, the twenty-nine-year-old colonel, heard that he is still a fourth-level power user. When he was twenty-nine years old, he didn't know that he was squatting in that corner.

The old man was also born in the army, so it is inevitable that he will feel close to the soldiers.

Besides, how can a grandson-in-law come to the house and make others angry, there is no such reason.

Qin Yaochen was so excited that he clenched his chopsticks: "Thank you, old man."

Meng Zezhi, who contributed to this scene, smiled, handed the bowl over, and imitated his predecessor's hippie smile: "Grandpa, what about me?"

The old man rolled his eyes at him, picked up a pickled cucumber and threw it into his bowl: "Speak well, don't act like a spoiled child, you are a big man."

He subconsciously ignored the fact that he was still struggling with the fact that Qi Siyong was only seventeen years old this year.

Meng Zezhi could only take the bowl back angrily.

As if thinking of something, the old man moved his body stiffly, and said with a straight face: "Also, at your age, it is a good thing to have good blood and energy, cough... But you also need to know how to control your body, don't toss your body. , then you will regret it."

Qin Yaochen's face was flushed red, and he could not wait to find a crack to get in.

Meng Zezhi covered his mouth and coughed lightly, saying that he knew, but his eyes were shining.

After they had breakfast on the front feet, Brother He came back on the back feet.

"Let's go to the commercial street." Meng Zezhi said.

"Okay." Brother He nodded.

It is said to be a commercial street, but it is actually an entire area. To the north are shops. Except for an official department store, most of them are the private property of major families. To the south are shantytowns and street stalls. Most of the stalls are major mercenary teams and foreigners.

There are various things on the shantytowns and street stalls, including gold and jade antiques, books and clothing, all kinds of electronic products... everything.

There are not many pedestrians coming and going. After all, most people can't even fill their stomachs at this time, and they would be willing to waste crystal cores and food on these dispensable things.

"The capital base currently has a resident population of 4 million and a floating population of 30,000. The army is responsible for guarding the base, and the mercenary team composed of abilities and ordinary people is responsible for going out to search for supplies. Most of the factories have resumed production, and the main labor force is also ordinary. people."

"Mercenary teams, especially large-scale mercenary teams, are mostly affiliated forces under the names of major families. The materials they loot will be given priority to major families, and the eliminated items will be sent here." Knowing Meng Zezhi He and Qin Yaochen came out to play, and Big Brother He took the role of a tour guide as a matter of course.

Meng Zezhi stood in front of a shantytown selling antiques and jade, and his eyes fell on the pile of calligraphy and paintings that looked like a hill.

The owner immediately greeted him: "Yo, Young Master He, why are you free to come to the south today. If you see what you need, I'll give you a discount."

He knew Big Brother He, but Big Brother He didn't know him.

"Let's take a look."

Meng Zezhi picked up a brocade box, opened it, took out a scroll, unfolded it, and saw that it was actually the "Worship of Zhongyue's Life Post" by Mi Fu, a master of calligraphy and painting in the Northern Song Dynasty.

Before he could ask questions, the shopkeeper immediately said, "Don't worry, these calligraphy and paintings are all from the museum, and they are absolutely authentic. One pair of two secondary crystal nuclei, or twenty catties of grain."

Two secondary crystal nuclei, twenty catties of grain, equivalent to twenty secondary crystal nuclei per 100 kilograms of grain, or two tertiary crystal nuclei.

Compared to Meng Zezhi's price for one thousand kilograms of potatoes to sell one third-grade crystal nucleus, this is not an ordinary price.

Brother He explained: "There is no way, the base is short of food. Four million people eat, drink and lasa, and at least thousands of tons of food are consumed a day. The base has opened up a planting area, but the manpower is limited, how can the output keep up? And the cost is not very high. The base has been able to persist until now, all relying on the grain reserves in the national treasury.”

"But even so, the base can't last long. Now the wages paid to ordinary people by the base factories and construction sites have changed from the original old rice and noodles to the current cakes made of old noodles and chaff, and the weight is enough. An adult eats forty to five minutes."

Speaking of this, Brother He couldn't help but glance at Meng Zezhi.

"Yeah." Meng Zezhi replied indifferently, and continued to look at the pile of hill-like calligraphy and paintings.

After finally giving himself a few days off, he doesn't really want to discuss people's livelihood issues.

All things are good things, and Meng Zezhi started to collect them.

Seeing this, the shop owner hurriedly brought out a lot of calligraphy and paintings from the house: "This is Wang Ximeng's "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" in the Northern Song Dynasty, and this is the "Five Bulls Picture Scroll" by Han Huang in the Tang Dynasty, and Song Huizong's "Nong Fangyi" Cui Calyx Poems"..."

Xiaobai struggled out of Qin Yaochen's pocket, climbed on top of his head with ease, looked around, his eyes fell on a palace bowl on the shelf, its eyes lit up, and he stretched out his paw and patted Qin Yaochen's forehead: "Squeak. squeak."

I want that bowl to be a bed.

Qin Yaochen immediately said, "Boss, how do you sell that bowl?"

The shop owner followed his gaze and looked over: "That's a Zhengde bowl from the Ming Dynasty, and it sells for a secondary crystal nucleus."

"Please help me put it on."

"become."

Meng Zezhi clapped his hands and said, "Boss, check out."

"Okay." The shopkeeper finished counting the paintings and calligraphy that Meng Zezhi wanted, with a wide-eyed smile: "There are a total of twenty-seven secondary crystal nuclei, I will give you a 20% discount and a fraction, you can give me twenty-one. "

"good."

Tang Mingyuan took out a small cloth bag, counted out the crystal nucleus and paid the bill.

Looking at the backs of Meng Zezhi and the others, the shopkeeper weighed the cloth bag in his hand. He did not open for three years, and he opened for three years, but it was the same.

But he likes this kind of prodigal, otherwise what would he eat.

When Meng Zezhi and his party came out of the shantytown, their hands were already full of things - at this moment, Tang Mingyuan and the others lacked crystal cores, except for what Meng Zezhi gave, from Wuxian to the capital. Along the way, they didn't know how many zombies they had strangled, and naturally they had a lot to gain.

Meng Zezhi even bought talisman paper and cinnabar from a small stall, which was no less than a timely rain for him who was short of these things.

"It's an official department store." When he arrived in the north, Brother He pointed to the building in front and said, "Everything is sold in it, food, clothes, medicine, furniture..."

Meng Zezhi's eyes fell on a shop across the road: "Alternative planting seed shop?"

Brother He followed his gaze and said, "That's the property of the Fu family. A few days ago, Fu Boyu, the eldest of the Fu family, came back with a pair of father and son. The father's name is Qi Liang. This Qi Liang doesn't know what means to use. , is obviously a space ability user, but has conquered a large number of powerful alien plants and alien beasts."

"For this Qi Liang, Fu Boyu didn't hesitate to break off the marriage with the Song family. The Song family didn't know what benefits they received from him, but they really didn't pursue it. It's a pity Miss Song family, Fu Boyu was played around by his illegitimate brother before. How much did Miss Song family help him when he was dating, but he ended up being betrayed by his fiancé and stabbed by the family..."

"Later, Qi Liang opened this mutant seed store here, specializing in the sale of mutant plant seeds, which can be called huge profits."

Brother He paused: "This alien planting seed shop is mainly for wood-type abilities. When the apocalypse just broke out, the wood-type abilities suffered heavy losses because they had no fighting power. Wait until now when there is a shortage of food. Know the preciousness of wood-type power users."

"So the base's treatment for wood-type ability users is not generally good. They have crystal cores in their hands, and naturally they want to improve their self-protection ability. Cultivating different plants is the easiest and safest way. Allograft seeds are not cheap, the lowest price requires three tertiary nuclei, and the germination rate of seeds is only one tenth..."

Brother He didn't say more, just asked: "Do you want to go in and have a look?"

He remembered that Meng Zezhi was also a wood-type ability person.

"No." Meng Zezhi didn't want Qin Yaochen to be embarrassed, so he just said, "Let's go, let's go to the mall in front of us."

"Okay." Qin Yaochen's expression softened slightly.

In the alley next to the Xenophyte Seed Store, Qi Liang came out and looked at the backs of Meng Zezhi and the others with a look of horror.