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"Did you hear? Did you hear? Old Liang from the Grain Store has applied to join the Explorer Alliance. To enter their caravan, there's a 0% protection fee. There are truly experts among them; those so-called strong individuals we've seen before are nothing but chickens and dogs compared to the real powerhouses. They stand no chance against those true experts." The rumors had already spread into the tavern, and people began preparing to see how much property they could trade.
Despite their struggles for survival, they felt compelled to seize this opportunity to make money. Even if the trading volume was low, the fee was based on a percentage. If they brought enough food, even buying ten or twenty pounds of rice could yield a significant profit, which would translate into substantial income when they returned.
Moreover, the official trade was with the upper echelons of the Gathering Place, dealing with those wealthy individuals. It was estimated that one Gathering Place could consume all the food in one go, meaning other Gathering Places were practically deserted.
This was their chance. As locals, they knew where the Gathering Places were and which ones had a higher concentration of Essence Fruit.
They had already scouted and found that only two types of items were particularly valuable: one was Essence Fruit, which could be exchanged for a lot of food, and the other was talent, priced according to different levels.
In this post-apocalyptic world, five or ten pounds of food could buy a slave. Of course, these weren't the beautiful Beauties; what the Gathering Places needed were talents for the Post-Apocalypse—people skilled in various trades. Such demands naturally allowed them to acquire plenty of talent. This was all money—lots of cash.
They could already envision returning with enough money to start a business.
Meanwhile, ordinary people had enough work to do—farming!
Indeed, farming! From Hope Gathering Place to here, all areas began planning for cultivation, entirely dedicated to agriculture. The zombie fluid could also be purchased from the Gathering Place in the future.
The price was reasonable. For them, it wasn't much; moreover, they could apply to use machinery by paying a certain amount of rent when collecting food.
This was truly a blessing, so many common folks stayed behind to farm. They understood that one acre of land could yield between 100 to 10 pounds of food, especially using super rice seeds borrowed from Hope Gathering Place.
As for irrigating the land, they didn't need anyone else’s help; they could handle all the work themselves. One person could tend to ten acres of rice paddies. The workload wasn't heavy because it was mechanized. Their main task was ensuring water supply.
In fact, if water was insufficient, zombie fluid would be enough to sustain rice growth; they just needed to push water carts continuously for irrigation—the carts were also rented from the Gathering Place.
Everything indicated that this Gathering Place strongly encouraged food cultivation. Although there were no subsidies, these mechanical aids were even more crucial.
The practice of giving two coins per acre in the Post-Apocalypse effectively tied people to their land; the mechanization level for actual farming was still too low.
Now, the true Mechanized ones had only begun to cultivate in their first year. Once the cultivation was complete, they could hand everything over to the Grain Company in the Gathering Place in the second year.
Every year, they could receive a share of 0% of the food without having to plant anything themselves. Whatever land they cultivated in the first year would be considered theirs. The effective duration was ten years.
So many years had passed, enough time to accomplish many things.
The tavern was practically buzzing with excitement; everyone inside was gearing up for a big night. They had grown accustomed to coming to the tavern for a drink before preparing to give it their all.
This was the habit of the people of Totenburg.
Zheng Yifan sat quietly in a corner, sipping on the alcohol he had brought with him. On the table were a plate of peanuts and a plate of macadamia nuts.
Next to him sat Li Li, this proud woman who now silently kept him company. Whenever Zheng Yifan ate a macadamia nut, she would peel one and place it on his plate.
"Don't just focus on me. You should eat too!" Zheng Yifan said helplessly. Li Li was being overly clingy, and he wasn't quite used to it.
"You eat; this stuff makes you gain weight," Li Li casually offered as an excuse.
Zheng Yifan was utterly speechless. What did she mean by that? Come on, she was already a Superpowered Individual! Was she really worried about gaining weight? It was ridiculous; the evolution of Superpowered Individuals greatly enhanced their body's self-regulation abilities.
In the realm of Superpowered Individuals, overweight people were already rare.
Of course, there were exceptions among special Superpowered Individuals. They were anomalies.
"You've been my woman for a long time now. Why are you still acting so distant? Do you resent that we've spent too little time together?" He genuinely had very little time with women; most of his days were spent fighting outside.
"No! I just feel..." For some reason, Li Li fell silent again.
"Sigh! Is it because you think your background is inadequate? That was ages ago; I've even forgotten about it myself. You are now part of Hope Gathering Place; do you have any other identity? You are my woman, and that's something everyone knows from top to bottom." Zheng Yifan comforted Li Li, whose eyes were already glistening with tears.
"Hey! Brother, it's you!" At that moment, a familiar voice rang out, and Zheng Yifan turned around. Sure enough, it was Rhinophyma.
However, this Fellow was no longer the same disheveled figure he once was; he looked spirited and rosy-cheeked. Even his Rhinophyma appeared flushed, giving him an energetic aura.
"How's it going? Don't you feel like life isn't so bleak anymore?" Zheng Yifan asked Rhinophyma.
The Fellow smiled awkwardly, glancing at the items on the table but hesitating to touch them. He truly understood that Zheng Yifan's status must be extraordinary, considering what was laid out on the table!
Peanuts and macadamia nuts—these were foods from the Post-Apocalypse era, nearly impossible to come by now.
And here, they were just being treated as snacks.
"I actually came to look for a job. Let me be your subordinate from now on. I don't want a salary or any rewards; I just want to serve as one of your lackeys," Rhinophyma said, a bit embarrassed.
He clearly realized that his current fortune was due to having shared a drink with Zheng Yifan.
Receiving such a great fortune from him was a kindness; one should always know how to be grateful.
"I have too many people under me already. While adding one more isn't much of a burden, to be honest, the survival rate for First-Level Espers is too low. You'd be better off starting from scratch and gradually improving your Superpower. There will be plenty of opportunities for you to stand out in the future. I wouldn't want you to join my ranks just out of gratitude. Do you understand?" Zheng Yifan said earnestly. (To be continued.)
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