Chapter 585 Rice Grains

Teacher Huang's outstretched hand paused in the air.

...Liar to the elderly, right?

Today's young people lie so much that they don't make drafts, right?

Do you think she has become stupid as she gets older?

Teacher Huang immediately retracted his hand, his expression not very good, "I don't know who you are -"

Arula grabbed her arm, blinked hard and said, "She is Boss Xia."

"...I don't care what you sell-"

"She's serious, she has everything!"

Teacher Huang was furious, "Arula, it's not me who said that you are simple and kind, but you can't believe everything. Who has something in his hand these days, how can he sell it if he doesn't hide it?"

"Teacher Huang eats candy!"

The two children stood on tiptoes and stuffed a small, square hard object into her open mouth.

She subconsciously stuck out her tongue to resist, but was immediately shocked by the sweetness coming from her tongue.

"Teacher, I got you some rock candy!"

The two children also put a piece of rock candy in their mouths, and their eyes narrowed with joy.

After Teacher Huang reacted, he immediately spit out the candy, "How can you eat rock candy casually? Sugar is a precious resource, so how can you let the children grab their own candy? You can't buy it no matter where you go now. It's too luxurious. "

Over there, Rang Zheng was fixing the frame of the house. After being scolded for no reason, he took the open bag of sugar and tied it up. He weighed it in his hand a few times and said disapprovingly: "It's okay. Let them eat it. There is a lot of sugar at home." Gotta be."

Teacher Huang suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

"What? What did your husband say?"

Arula: "What Cai Rang said is correct. The children have not been able to eat sweet things in the past two years. Now that we have them, we are not restrained. We can take whatever we want and eat whatever we want. There are plenty. I will bring you a bag later."

"This is impossible!" Teacher Huang waved his hands in shock.

She lives not far from the town. When she goes to the town to look for food, she basically looks through every house, and candy is the first thing she wants to take back.

After a few years, there was not much inventory left in the town.

Arula and the others were deep in the grassland and couldn't even see a village. How could they have so much candy in their hands?

Teacher Huang looked at Xia Yan suspiciously.

Xia Yan smiled, "Yes, Teacher Huang, I also sell candies here."

...

Teacher Huang turned the full paper to the back, flicked the pen a few times, and took a few breaths of hot air before making a mark.

She looked at Xia Yan again and wrote what she needed on it.

Outside the house, Cai Rang's home was almost ready, and Arula was busy dumping furniture inside.

The two children were not idle, and were ordered by their father to dig soil in the pit - Teacher Huang said that without the wall, she could only rely on this method to resist zombies.

Fortunately, she had been very careful over the years and tried not to make any noise.

The zombies in the town could not find any living people, and were gradually attracted by the creatures that rushed in. They had no memory and could not find the way they set out. This is how Teacher Huang survived.

Xia Yan thinks that another reason is because she is a water power user.

People can't live for more than a few days without clean water.

Teacher Huang swept away his previous doubts and wrote the entire page eloquently. Finally, he took the paper and read it carefully again, adding a few things he forgot to write down.

Finally, he handed it over to Xia Yan, "Then I'll leave it to you."

Xia Yan glanced at ten lines and said, "Okay, but how will you pay? It's best to use gold."

Teacher Huang's expression remained unchanged and his heart stopped beating, "Okay."

There may be no food in the town, but there is definitely no shortage of gold. She has already saved a small box, just so that the society will be stable in the future and the children can have money to continue their studies.

Xia Yan took out the estimator of all things, put the gold on it to evaluate, and then said, "Where are all the things?"

So fast? Teacher Huang dubiously took her to the classroom next to her, and folded the tables and chairs together to make room in the middle for her to put her things here.

Xia Yan was too lazy to go back to the hotel to buy something in the supermarket, so he checked and placed an order in the nearby mall.

Teacher Huang kept staring at her, imagining where it could be taken out. She even broadened her mind and guessed Jingle Cat's pocket.

Xia Yan turned his palm downwards and flicked it outwards. Bags of clean, dust-free flour fell heavily to the ground, followed by bags of 50kg rice and cooking oil lined up.

Large boxes labeled with soy sauce, vinegar, oyster sauce, and cooking wine are stacked high one after another.

Even the bags of seasonings come in boxes, stacked close together.

Not to mention there are also pieces of dried noodles, dried mushrooms, dried fruits, salted kelp, clear water lotus root slices and tribute vegetables...

Teacher Huang has rich life experience and naturally knows what foods can be stored longer. She wrote almost everything she knows on it.

To be honest, when she was recording, she had the idea of ​​​​wanting Xia Yan to retreat.

A person who has obviously never suffered any hardship has come to sell goods in the depths of the grassland. She has no good intentions at all. It would be best to take this opportunity to expose her fox tail.

But!

Teacher Huang suddenly slapped himself hard.

pain!

Not a dream!

The continuous slight vibrations traveled up her heels, causing ripples in her heart.

Teacher Huang was a little tipsy after drinking.

"Is this true...you are really a salesperson."

Xia Yan, who was busy selling goods, heard this: "...Do I look fake?"

Teacher Huang glanced at her with confused eyes, walked forward in vain, approached the rice bag, grabbed the thin string and pulled hard.

Unpacking the bag was incredibly smooth.

The crystal clear, oval-shaped rice grains lie neatly inside.

Teacher Huang tremblingly stretched out his hand full of cuts.

Against the backdrop of the smooth milky white color, her hands seemed to have experienced countless hardships.

She carefully picked up a handful of rice, put it under her nose and smelled it.

A faint fragrance penetrated.

She picked up a few grains of rice and put them in her mouth, chewing them slowly. It was slightly sweet and fragrant in her teeth. It was good rice!

Mi Xiang instantly awakened the desire for carbohydrates deep in her body, like a hook, pulling her hard, screaming to eat rice, to eat rice!

Teacher Huang had forgotten how long it had been since he had eaten rice and white noodles, and his first reaction was joy.

Extremely excited.

But then, she looked at the grains of rice in her hands, then at the food filled with food in the classroom, and at the empty stools and chairs in the back that were waiting for their owners, her nose became sour, and she choked with sobs:

"How many children will starve to death?"

Teacher Huang loosened his hand, and the rice grains fell down like running water. The rustling sound was both like friction and like breathing rushing through the throat.

It’s more like a helpless whimpering resistance when watching a disaster cruelly harvest human lives.

Who can do anything?

She is just a thin, small, old person.

Xia Yan put down the last box and said comfortingly: "Don't be sad, everything is over."