AWB Chapter 373: Descendants of Mutated Corn
Chapter 373: Descendants of Mutated Corn
Walking past the calligraphy booth, I saw Qin Qinghai and Wu Tingfang gathered in front of a booth.
Not only them, the stall was also crowded with many other people.
Han Ying was curious about what was being sold over there, so she also walked over.
When she saw what was on it, Han Ying finally understood why so many people were gathered here.
Because what is sold at this stall is actually food.
And it was a large, plump dry corn kernel, with quite a lot of it, enough to fill a cloth bag.
She estimated that this was the only one selling food in the entire market, right?
These days, food is life. Who would give food in exchange?
Either she is someone like Han Ying who is not short of food, or she has other things that are more urgently needed than food.
No matter what the stall owner wants to exchange, he only dares to exchange it at the military stronghold, otherwise it will be robbed in minutes.
"What does the stall owner want to change?"
Han Ying asked Qin Qinghai next to her.
"Milk powder or rice cereal. He said that his wife gave birth to a son for him and there is no milk. He wants to use some milk powder or rice cereal to feed the baby."
Qin Qinghai just heard what the person next to him said. He also sighed with emotion. He is really not afraid of death these days, and he dares to let his wife have children.
Hearing Qin Qinghai's words, Han Ying was so surprised that she opened her mouth wide.
She thought no one in this world would dare to get pregnant.
But just now there was an aunt asking about her son, and now she met another woman who had just given birth to a son.
Is continuing the family line more important than my wife’s life?
Of course, there could also be an unexpected pregnancy.
After all, the price of small umbrellas is no cheaper than food now.
The onlookers wanted to exchange the corn with the stall owner, but they didn’t want anything else, just milk powder or rice cereal.
Han Ying had a lot of these things, but it was not convenient for her to take them out now.
After all, she can't carry milk powder with her, right?
"Look, Xiao Han, his corn kernels are too plump. They look much prettier than before the apocalypse."
Wu Tingfang kept looking at the bags of corn kernels on the stall. Each one was golden and very plump, and looked better than the ones she had bought in the supermarket before.
After hearing Wu Tingfang's words, Han Ying also looked at the bag of corn kernels.
It turns out that as Wu Tingfang said, it is indeed a little different from ordinary corn kernels.
Han Ying instantly thought of mutant corn.
Naturally, this bag of corn cannot be mutant corn, but it is very likely to be the descendant of mutant corn.
Lu Yuan said that the first three generations of mutated corn can save seeds and adapt well to this apocalyptic environment, so it is impossible for the owner to sell them.
Only the 4th and 5th generations can be sold.
If it is the 4th generation, then another generation can be reproduced.
If it is the fifth generation, the fecundity and adaptability will be very different.
Han Ying wanted to buy this bag of corn and try planting it, but she couldn't take out the milk powder or rice cereal from her backpack at this time.
"How do you change this corn?"
Han Ying thought for a while before asking.
"Do you have milk powder or rice cereal? Milk powder is best."
When the stall owner saw someone asking, a big smile appeared on his face.
"Yes, but I don't have it with me. How much milk powder do you want to change?"
Han Ying didn't go out of her way to stock up on milk powder, but she collected a lot from that big warehouse when she bought it for zero yuan before the tsunami.
There are milk powders from all segments, and they are all from big brands.
"How much milk powder do you have? It's all scattered. If you don't change it, it will all be scattered. Don't hang around here."
Wang Gui suddenly became excited when he heard the man in front of him said that he had milk powder.
However, he soon realized that his wealth should not be revealed and he could not let too many people know that he could exchange more corn kernels for milk powder.
"I found a few boxes when I was rummaging through the ruins."
Han Ying saw Wu Tingfang and others being cleared by the stall owner, and nodded to them before answering the stall owner's words.
"Is there a one-month period? My baby is just one month old, and my wife has no milk..."
Wang Gui actually doesn't want children, and he and his wife haven't had sex for a long time.
It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I don’t dare.
But just once, I got pregnant unexpectedly.
After the apocalypse, my wife’s aunt is sometimes absent, so she was already more than three months old when she found out she was pregnant.
If you don't have the conditions to have an abortion, it's also dangerous.
So I just gave birth to it.
I found an old midwife and the baby was delivered safely.
"It's just one piece. How many kilograms does your bag of corn weigh?"
Han Ying has several paragraphs, but for a newborn, it’s better to give it to one paragraph.
"This bag weighs 50 kilograms. I would like to exchange it for at least three 3g cans of milk powder. Of course, it would be better if you have small packages."
"If you have more milk powder, I can give you more corn in exchange."
It’s not easy to find someone who has milk powder. If you can change it, change it as much as possible.
"Three cans? No, two cans at most!"
Han Ying is saved, but she is not the one who was taken advantage of.
"Can you have a little more? If you have two cans, the child will eat it in a short time. I don't know who to ask for a replacement in the future. If you have more, can I give you another 50 pounds to trade with you?"
Wang Gui looked at the woman in front of him almost pleadingly. He knew that even if this person bargained for 1 can, he would have to change it.
Otherwise, what can such a small baby eat?
He could eat some rice soup, but how much nutrition could the rice soup provide him?
"I only have 4 cans, one of which is a 1-stage can. These can be exchanged for 2 kilograms of dried corn for you."
"If you feel like you're at a loss, let's do this. When I found the milk powder, I also found a few small clothes and gave them to you. There's no use keeping them anyway."
Han Ying made the calculation for him, save some food, and after finishing 3 cans, he should be able to eat 2 pieces.
4 cans is already the limit. It would be really inconvenient for her to take out any more.
Han Ying has no sympathy for others, but a child born in this world is so pitiful.
Especially since the extreme cold is coming soon. Without clothing to keep out the cold, this baby may not be able to survive at all.
"Okay, okay, thank you, thank you!"
Unexpectedly, there were clothes. Wang Gui was so moved that he almost shed tears.
"I didn't bring it with me, so you have to go back and get the corn, right? You can wait for me at the door of that building with the corn later."
Han Ying pointed to the corridor where she lived.
She only hoped that the bag of corn was really the descendant of mutated corn, so that she could plant it in the space.
"Okay, okay."
After Wang Gui finished speaking, he quickly closed the stall, then put the bag of corn into another black bag and carried it away.
Wu Tingfang and the others no longer knew where they were going, but it didn't matter. Anyway, the market was guarded by soldiers, so nothing would happen.
Then Han Ying continued walking forward.
The stalls went one after another, and after passing about six or seven stalls, Han Ying saw two acquaintances setting up stalls.