The younger brother collected money and took care of the business, took Cen Wen to identify the stall, and painted her name Awen on the stall, indicating that this stall was occupied during the morning market, and even if she did not leave the stall, no one else was allowed to occupy it.

Similarly, her time has not yet come, and the stall owners in the lunch market cannot force them away when they arrive.

After finishing the most important stall, Cen Wen continued busy with other preparations.

She bought a second-hand stall truck, rented a lockable warehouse cubicle on the ground floor of the apartment for parking, and bought some more planting pots and other planting supplies.

After five days of this lazy and leisurely preparation and recuperation, the wounds all over my body were finally covered with scabs. I didn't have to worry about the wounds bursting when I did some strenuous work, and I was able to work.

A large shelf was placed on the stall, with ten planting pots arranged horizontally and vertically, seven pots of small green vegetables, three pots of large tomatoes, and there were more than twenty pots of the same vegetables in spare space.

When the health is good, these ten pots are rotated and sold while growing. When the health is not good, the spare ones are sold.

Everything was ready. Cen Wen didn't waste a day and dragged the cart out of the stall early in the morning.

During the morning market, many housewives and elderly people from the surrounding areas come to buy food for the day. However, there is no production in the black market. All materials are shipped from outside. The food prices are not cheap. The packaged food mass-produced by the factory is not as good as the fresh food.

Ingredients that are closely related to each other are more expensive. People who come to the morning market to buy things are ordinary people with limited incomes. They have to weigh two vegetables before buying them.

As soon as Cen Wen's stall was put out, it attracted crowds of nearby stall owners and people to watch. After looking at it, no one bought it.

She was not in a hurry. On her first day at the stall, she treated it as an advertisement. She saw many people in the crowd turning on their bracelets to secretly take photos. When the news spread online, interested people would naturally come.

During the entire morning market, Cen Wen did not sell a single vegetable. When closing the stall, Jie Ge's younger brother came over and asked for a pot of tomatoes without paying, as a filial piety to Jie Ge.

The protection money is for the gang, and the filial piety is for Brother Jie and his younger brother. The distinction is very clear.

Cen Wen put away the stall, sent the stall truck into the warehouse cubicle, and then packed it all into the space.

Just as she was about to lock the door and leave, she suddenly felt alert, and her intuition, which she had trained over many years on the battlefield, sounded an alarm together with the small rattan on her wrist.

There is someone behind you.

【Master, someone is peeking at us!】

【Tsk, that’s really troublesome.】

Cen Wen retracted his hand, walked into the cubicle again, took out the stall cart from the space, and then took out an old cart from the space, carefully stacked ten planting pots on the cart, locked the door and left.

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While waiting for the elevator, someone approached me from behind.

The little rattan sounded the alarm again.

【He is the one peeking at us!】

Cen Wen didn't look back, he only looked behind him through the reflection on the door, and then each entered the elevator and headed to their own floors.

Back at the house, Cen Wen simply packed up, ate something, and lay down to catch up on her sleep. The weight of the stall was real, and her physical fitness was completely compromised due to a serious injury. It was not difficult for herself, so she took a good rest when she needed to.

A small rattan was left in the house as a warning, keeping an eye on the door and balcony to beware of uninvited guests.

The whole day was uneventful, and towards evening, Cen Wen ordered frozen meat from a grocery store a few streets away to make braised pork, and also boiled some tomato meat sauce for noodles.

When I went out to throw away the garbage, the smell of meat wafted into the corridor, and many people salivated when they smelled it.

People who live in cheap apartments like this have limited living expenses, and they mainly rely on instant food to survive. There are even poorer people who can only drink nutritional supplements. Three tubes of ten yuan are enough for a day's energy. But as long as you are a human being, how can you not know how to cook braised pork?

The meat is delicious.

"Fuck, if you have money to eat meat, why do you live here?"

An unbearable foul language came from behind an unknown door.

At the garbage dump, Cen Wen was recognized by the neighbors passing by. After chatting for a while, he realized that he was somewhat of an internet celebrity. The crowd uploaded the clips taken while selling vegetables in the early morning to the Internet. Now everyone around him knows about this place.

There was a man selling potted vegetables.

Of course, the neighbor didn't know how to buy groceries and left after chatting, but this news gave Cen Wen more confidence in his small business.

Early the next morning, Cen Wen went out to set up his stall on time.

This time the business is open.

Just like yesterday, seven pots of green vegetables and three pots of tomatoes were all sold out in less than an hour. Seeing Brother Jie's brother coming over, Cen Wen took out a packaged bag from the corner of the stall, which was still a bag of fresh tomatoes.

The boy took the bag and was about to leave when another tall and round male customer came to the stall with a half-eaten tomato in his hand. Cen Wen saw it was his own.

Cen Wen was very happy that repeat customers came so quickly.

When the other party saw the empty planting pot, he took out a bundle of cash from his bag and shook it in his hand.

"If you can get five pots of tomatoes, I'll give you all the money."

That bundle is all currency with a face value of one hundred, at least ten thousand. Let alone five pots of tomatoes, ten pots are more than enough. There are three tomato plants in one pot. In order to control the quality of the fruits, only fifteen or six fruits are left on each plant.

Calculating the unit price in this way, a fruit costs more than 20 yuan, but it is not expensive when you include the labor of wood-type superpowers. Otherwise, how can you distinguish it from naturally growing fruits and vegetables? The time saved by direct ripening is all

Labor costs for people with special abilities.

"Okay, wait a moment."

As if by magic, Cen Wen dug around in this corner of the stall, then dug out planting tools of various sizes. He quickly cleaned five planting pots, buried the seeds on site, and poured in plant nutrient solution.

When you put something down, the wood-type power is activated immediately, and the seeds sprout on the spot and emerge from the planting soil.

"Wood superpower?!" The customer raised his eyebrows, paid the money generously, and stood aside and continued to eat his tomatoes, "Okay, I'll wait."

The crowd watching the excitement all turned on their wristbands to take pictures. It was rare to see a person with superpowers in this neighborhood, and it was even rarer to see a person with superpowers spawning plants on the spot. It was really a rare sight.

The only level one power left now is to spawn five pots of tomatoes without much trouble. In the past, in order to provide food and drink for all the soldiers and civilians, a serious level one wood power user would start with a few hundred square meters.

If fruit roots and stems such as tomatoes and potatoes cannot be harvested, green vegetables must be harvested. Even if pasture is not available, it will do.

Cen Wen was seriously injured and her strength declined, but her understanding and use of strength had already reached its peak. Five pots of tomatoes was just a blink of an eye for her.

But she didn't do that. It's now three hundred years later, and today's wood-type superpowers don't have the motivation to desperately improve their strength like their predecessors. This can be seen from the large and small superpower websites and forums on the Internet.

The level of strength is really not as good as before, so of course she has to keep up with the public.

Her method is to induce growth for a period of time, then spray plant nutrient solution, take the opportunity to rest, then stimulate growth for a period of time, and then spray nutrient solution, and so on.
Chapter completed!