Doomsday Carnival: The Little Monster Only Has a Seven-Second Memory

Huo Ling looked at this thing, and he was speechless. He had never been so embarrassed in his life. He stared at it for a long time.

Wu Zhe and the others thought he wouldn't know how to wear it, but he still put it on with a sour face.

The five of them, wrapped in blue tarpaulins, wearing rubber boots, and carrying a urea bag full of unused items, set off.

The mistresses were circling around them, frantically taking photos to record the scene.

[Whoosh! Our team is invincible! We can make even the most shabby clothes look like haute couture! So cool!] [So awesome! So awesome!]

Huo Ling told them to shut up.

Lin Shuangshuang muttered under her breath, "Shut up, shut up, shut up, all you do is shut people up."

Huo Ling, with his handsome face, leaned down and looked at her with a cool expression. "What did you say?"

Lin Shuangshuang, wrapped in a blue tarpaulin, looked incredibly timid, swaying back and forth like a giant blue worm, trying her best to avoid Huo Ling's approach.

Lorna covered her mouth, inwardly exclaiming, "I'm totally smitten!"

The little castle was parked about 500 or 600 meters from the town, surrounded by a patch of wildly growing mutated weeds that provided perfect cover.

Huo Ling, followed by a string of little tails, headed towards the flea market.

And it wasn't just their small team.

Survivors from nearby villages also walked in groups this way.

Lin Shuangshuang pricked up her ears to listen to what the passersby were saying. Although they were wary, they kept to themselves and wouldn't start a conflict rashly.

"In this world, it's fortunate that our village has the habit of hoarding grain, otherwise it would be a real disaster."

"That's right, it's good enough that I can keep my life. My daughter has a fever, and my wife asked me to come up here to see if there are any fever reducers. I want to trade some grain for some, and canned food would be even better, so I can get one for my wife and child to sweeten their mouths."

"Fever reducers are definitely available; they're easy to find. My neighbor asked me to find a special medicine for his child. Sigh, I hope our town can get this kind of medicine."

"I came here for the pot. The pot at home broke, and we only have one left. There are eight or nine people in my family, and we rely on this pot for boiling water, cooking, and taking showers. We just can't take it anymore."

Lin Shuangshuang looked at the basket of eggs he was carrying; there were at least fifty or sixty of them.

She immediately grabbed Huo Ling's fingertips and gently tugged at them, "Huo Ling."

Huo Ling didn't pull his hand away. He was always more lenient with her in public. He turned and followed her gaze, then said, "Big brother, you want to exchange pots? I happen to have some here. How about exchanging eggs with you?"

The older man, seeing him speak so abruptly and with a wary expression, didn't lower his guard just because it seemed like a small team of four or five young people. "Really? Where's the pot? Let me see what kind of pot you're talking about."

The dozen or so fellow villagers beside him immediately moved closer to this side.

Huo Ling calmly opened the urea bag, showing it to the other person, "More than a dozen pots, all kinds of styles, see which one you want."

Ten days ago.

He never imagined that he would one day end up selling pots and pans here.

It's so unpredictable.

Lin Shuangshuang was quite happy, "They're all new, never been used."

The men then relaxed their guard slightly. "How about we trade? Ten eggs for one pot? Let them choose?"

Huo Ling said, "Choose whatever you like."

He remained composed.

Seeing this, the man with the mustache stepped forward and began rummaging through the urea bags, becoming increasingly excited with each search. "You really have a complete collection!"

He picked out a few deep pots and then looked at them with his companion.

"It's quite new, and the quality is good. How quickly does it boil water and cook?"

"Quick, just look at the bottom and material of this pot, and you'll know it conducts heat very quickly."

This question didn't stump Huo Ling. Although he was a young master, he could cook, both Chinese and Western cuisine. However, this was purely a personal hobby. As for why he learned to cook, he glanced at Lin Shuangshuang.

When they are young, teenagers always digest information very quickly.

A friend was hungry at night.

But he couldn't disturb the chef, so what could he do? He could only cook for her himself.

They said they had been together for six years.

Actually, they've only been dating for two years; for the first four years, they were just friends.

Lin Shuangshuang's pink hair was hidden in the blue tarpaulin, making her look like an old lady, but her face was very delicate, and there was ash on her face.

She stared intently at the group of men, wary of them. The men were worried that these young people might lie, and she was also worried that they might try to steal her food.

A sense of absurdity.

Huo Ling thought to himself, "In this high-tech new world, where even cooking is done by robots, how can it not be absurd that humans would one day argue over a pot?"

When he was distracted.

Lorna and the others had already gathered around to help sell the pots. "Ten eggs? Impossible! Look at the quality! You could use it for ten or eight years without a problem!"

The man with the mustache waved his hands repeatedly, "Nonsense, ten or eight years? We don't even know if we'll live for ten or eight years. At most, I'll give you another one. Eggs are a rare commodity now, with mutated animals everywhere. My chickens don't have any genetic mutations. These eggs were saved by the old man before the apocalypse. He couldn't bear to eat them; they're all very good free-range eggs!"

The other party almost convinced Luo Na, Wu Zhe, and Gao Lei.

Lin Shuangshuang wasn't stupid. She said, "No, eggs are gone once they're eaten, but this stuff can last a long time. Here's what we'll do: I'll give you a discount, and you can add a little more. It's a fixed price, no more bargaining. Twelve eggs for one. There aren't any pot factories making pots anymore, are there? This will be a collector's item in the future."

She's quick-witted.

Yes.

The chickens at Uncle Bazhi's house aren't mutant chickens, but the pots are also a rare find these days.

Where can you find a factory that makes pots and pans these days?

Absolutely!

Luo Na and the other two were filled with admiration, and suddenly understood why Huo Ling had said she was shrewd.

The man with the mustache had no choice but to readily agree, "Alright, alright, that's settled then. If it weren't for the fact that your pots are really good quality, I wouldn't have traded with you. The eggs are all here, pick them yourself."

He said that since he was allowed to choose the pot himself, he should also let them choose the eggs.

fair enough.

Lin Shuangshuang immediately realized that this uncle was quite easy to talk to, so she casually asked, "Do you know how to get into town?"

The man with the mustache was very happy to get two new pots and didn't hide it. "I knew, of course I knew. You can get in by paying."

However, the money now is not the same as before; it is paid in kind.

Lin Shuangshuang was squatting down picking out eggs when Huo Ling suddenly knelt down on one knee as well, one hand resting on his knee while the other helped him pick them out. He also tried to get information out of her, asking, "This town isn't an official survivor base, is it?"

The man with the mustache said, "Of course not. How far away would the official market be? There are so many villages and so many people around here; there needs to be a place to exchange goods, so the town set up this market."

Huo Ling then asked, "Who's in charge in town?"

The man with the mustache immediately became alert, glancing at the young girl and man in front of him. "You're not from around here, so you'd better not ask too many questions."