Counter No. 5 collects various staple foods, vegetables and other foods.

There are not many people queuing up in this line. There are only a dozen or so people queuing up, holding various things in their hands.

There was a man carrying a stick with seven or eight pheasants tied to it.

There was a man carrying a basket on his back, filled with purslane.

There was also a person carrying a broken bag in his hand, and the inside of the bag seemed to be in the shape of a can.

.....

At the end of the team, a familiar figure appeared.

Zheng Hanbing was surprised to find that the man he had just met in Wengcheng met him again at this moment.

"What a coincidence." Zheng Hanbing greeted.

The man looked at Zheng Hanbing behind him with some surprise in his eyes.

He came in nearly 20 minutes before Zheng Hanbing. He had just gone to the traditional Chinese medicine counter to sell cicadas, and now he was selling sweet potatoes. He never thought that these people would meet him again.

Moreover, it happened to be right behind him.

"Introduce yourself, Liu Dongdou, you can call me Lao Liu." The man's eyes were startled at first, then a smile appeared in his eyes, and he reached out his hand.

Zheng Hanbing looked at the stretched out hand and stretched it out, "Zheng Hanbing."

"Did you just go sell other things?"

Liu Dongdou nodded and said: "Yes, I just went to sell cicada sloughs. 3 points per pound, that's awesome. I didn't expect these cicada sloughs to be worth the same price as gold."

Zheng Hanbing's eyes showed an expression of envy, "Tsk, tsk, awesome. I just saw vegetables and now they only have a few tenths per pound. It's really incomparable."

"You have so many vegetables, at least several hundred kilograms, which is much more than mine. It was not easy for me to make this cicada. It took me a long time to get three kilograms." Liu Dongdou replied.

When Zheng Hanbing was in Wengcheng, he saw sweet potatoes in his package, so he asked curiously:

"You can just sell the cicada sloughs, but why are you selling the sweet potatoes?"

Liu Dongdou smiled, "When you put it like that, I wonder if this is your first time at the trading market."

“It’s inconvenient for me to carry dozens of kilograms of sweet potatoes on my back, and I have to worry about others stealing them. It’s also inconvenient for me to go out of the city, because I’m worried about others robbing me.”

“Moreover, it’s cost-effective to exchange sweet potatoes into points to buy tortillas. You can also save the points and use them whenever you want, and you don’t have to carry a sweet potato around.”

"I'm telling you, this tortilla is not good to eat, but it's good for fighting hunger, you know."

"I understand."

Zheng Hanbing is not someone who has never eaten corn tortillas. Hearing what Liu Dongdou said made sense to him.

Originally, he wanted to exchange vegetables for points, and then use up all the points to exchange for the supplies they needed.

But at this moment, he hesitated. He was thinking that if all the vegetables were sold, they would definitely get a lot of things to take back, and the journey back would be quite dangerous.

They will also go back to the trading market in the future, so it is better to leave some points here. If a natural disaster breaks out in the future and they can get back in time, they can continue to use the points here.

Even if they don't avoid natural disasters, they will still need to use the points there the next time they come to the trading market to buy the supplies they need.

Thinking of this, he decided not to use up the points in his card.

Soon, the queue reached them.

He placed the entire basket on the counter. The person checking the food inside was a third-level non-staff personnel who had been supported by the Da Zhangshu Base.

When he opened the cloth and saw the vegetables inside, his eyes suddenly widened.

"You grew this yourself?" Inspector Deming asked.

"right."

Dai Ming looked behind Zheng Hanbing and asked:

"Are those at the back all vegetables?"

"They are all vegetables." Zheng Hanbing answered honestly.

There was no need for him to deceive the people of Oil City. Oil City's performance during the previous thunderstorm disaster had won the trust of almost the survivors.

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"Come in, I have a few questions to ask you." Deming was a little shocked after seeing the quality of these vegetables.

These people are actually able to grow vegetables outside, and the quality they grow is so good. How do they do it?

Zheng Hanbing was a little surprised when he heard this. He didn't know what Deming wanted him to do, but out of trust in the officials of Oil City, he still entered the counter through the side door.

At this time, there was no one behind Zheng Hanbing, so there was no one to rush him.

"Xiao Liu, take these vegetables for testing." Dai Ming said to a young man next to him.

Any food item entering the trading market will undergo two inspections.

The first step is the food inspection in Wengcheng, and the second step is that the No. 3 store where the food is collected will also be tested.

Dai Ming looked at Zheng Hanbing with bright eyes.

He knew that Zheng Hanbing and the others were able to bring in the vegetables. Naturally, they had passed Wengcheng's food inspection, so there should be no major problems.

He had many doubts in his mind, but he was thinking about how to ask more appropriately.

"How many of these vegetables do you have?" he asked.

"Two or three acres," Zheng Hanbing replied.

Two or three acres is too little, at least for the size of the trading market.

Deming was much less interested in Zheng Hanbing.

"Can you provide stable supply in the future?"

"OK."

"Where did you get these seeds? Who taught you how to grow them? Most people can't grow vegetables of this quality."

"this...."

Zheng Hanbing hesitated a little. The careers and resumes they wrote when they first entered the trading market were all fake. At that time, they didn't really believe in the Oil City.

So they didn't write down what they really did before.

After much hesitation he replied:

"There is a person in our team who is good at planting. He used to be a professional planting..."

Deming didn't seem to want to say anything from his tone, so he stopped asking.

"Okay, I understand, go out and give me your number plate."

"Okay." Zheng Hanbing quickly handed the team number plate to Dai Ming.

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Chapter completed!