Doomsday Game: Farming for All

The stall owner here is an aunt wearing a plaid shirt, with thick black hair, fair and delicate skin, and a well-proportioned figure. If we go back thirty years, Mo Keke feels that this is the factory beauty at that time.

But why do you say she is an aunt? First of all, let me explain that aunt is simply a name for older women, and there is no malicious intention in itself.

What's more, the person in front of Mo Keke greeted him very enthusiastically without Mo Keke opening his mouth: "Little girl, come here, come and see the dishes here, they must be fresh and delicious."

how to say? This mouthful of Northeastern dumpling flavor instantly broke all Mo Keke's illusions about this beautiful aunt. Fortunately, the cuteness of Northeastern dialect is that it has a contrasting cuteness that can only be understood but cannot be expressed.

Therefore, when the aunt opened her mouth like this, not only did it not detract from her beauty, but she became even more indescribably cute.

At that moment, Mo Keke smiled sheepishly and said, "Auntie? You look so young."

Maybe Mo Keke was cute and spoke pleasantly, so the beautiful aunt kindly explained: "Aunt, I see you look cute, so I'll give you some pointers. Look over there, those rows of aunties. We are both in the same dance troupe. But they are not as well-maintained as I am, and they are not as good-looking as me. So, if you call me aunty and call them auntie, there will be no good results."

Hearing this, Mo Keke was also shocked and thought to himself: Women's war is really terrible. At that moment, he also asked casually: "Auntie, how do you sell these beans?"

"Oh, what about aunt, aunt, that aunt? My maiden name is Du. If you don't mind, just call me Aunt Du."

Aunt Du said it simply and neatly, but it seemed that Mo Keke was a little shy. Before Mo Keke could speak, Aunt Du continued: "My beans are the only beans in this market. They taste good, but you If you like crispy ones, don’t buy them. Look at these cowpeas, do you like them?”

Looking at Aunt Du's enthusiastic introduction, Mo Keke finally bit the bullet and bought five portions of cowpeas and two portions of beans. It can be regarded as repaying Aunt Du's guidance.

To be honest, Mo Keke came here for the fruit, so buying the beans was of little use. But it's not expensive anyway, just make Aunt Du smile, she can still afford such a small amount of money.

However, Mo Keke's generous payment was noticed by the aunt on the other side.

After all, there are not many level 3 players nowadays. Most people naturally choose to set up stalls when they come to the market. No matter how difficult it is, they also go to buy some equipment, or go to the grocery area to search for treasures, or come to the fruit and vegetable area to make teeth. It is really not much.

Especially, someone like Mo Keke, who really spends money to buy groceries. In the eyes of these uncles and aunts, Mo Keke is the biggest customer in the entire fruit and vegetable area. In other words, Mo Keke at this time is the cutie that the stall aunt must compete for.

From then on, no matter which stall Mo Keke passed by, the uncle and aunt behind the stall would greet him with great enthusiasm: "Come on, little girl, look at the green peppers here."

Or: "Little girl, little girl, come and see the eggplants here. Good green eggplants are hard to find elsewhere."

Or: "Little girl, I have tomatoes here. Tomatoes, big, sweet tomatoes, pulpy, delicious."

And Mo Keke's mood was even more difficult to describe. how to say? She felt that these uncles and aunties were better at greeting each other than the aunts who cooked meals in the university cafeteria.

You say buy it, there are too many, don’t buy it, they are too enthusiastic. Fortunately, Mo Keke's face has also gone through some experience, so he just calmed down a little and stabilized his mentality.

After passing by a few more stalls, Mo Keke could refuse to buy vegetables and inquire in a coquettish way: "Auntie? Are there any fruit sellers here?"

After asking a lot of questions, an aunt finally spoke up.

"Little girl, how valuable is the fruit? It's not worth buying it in the game. You should take a look at my little radish. This is not a parallel import sold by the system. This is the radish seed carefully selected by my aunt. You taste it, you taste it first, if it’s not sweet, it doesn’t cost any money.”

After listening to Auntie's words, Mo Keke felt that this was possible, and immediately said: "No, Auntie, I only have gold coins, no soft sister coins, and I can't buy fruit. And I haven't eaten fruit in three months. They They all say that if I don’t eat fruit, I won’t be healthy.”

Seeing Mo Keke's pitiful expression as he spoke, what could Auntie do? Auntie has to raise the white flag and surrender. There is no way, a girl as old as Mo Keke is much younger than the children of these uncles and aunts. In addition, Mo Keke is already cute and well-behaved, and if he pretends to be pitiful, it will really make these uncles and aunts soften their hearts.

In the end, Mo Ke was able to buy six portions of radishes, and successfully asked the aunt named Zhang to personally take her to the market to find the stall selling fruit.

After walking for about seven or eight minutes, the aunt stopped and said to the stall owner who was sharpening his knife: "Caiyun, this little girl wants to buy some fruit. See if you can get it cheaper. You are all poor people. Alas."

When Aunt Zhang said this, the woman called Caiyun raised her head and looked at Mo Keke. Mo Keke knocked carefully. Although Caiyun didn't look very old, she had to say that she wasn't as well-maintained as Aunt Du. Not only were there wrinkles on the corners of her eyes, but even her hair was mixed with a few... Strands of white hair.

Caiyun also looked at Mo Keke up and down, and then said coldly: "The fruit is gone, and my boy and child have eaten it up."

Finished?

Mo Keke only felt his eyes go dark, and thought to himself: My God, what kind of luck is this for me? But before she could open her mouth, Aunt Zhang held Caiyun's hand and said softly, "Caiyun, she is also a poor little girl. She has no money and hasn't eaten fruit for three months. It's hard to save some money." Gold coins, you can give her more or less, let her try something new."

Whether to say it or not, there are some contradictions, the aunt is more effective than the police.

Hearing this, Caiyun looked at Mo Keke again, lowered his head and hesitated again, and after pondering for a moment, he mustered up his courage and said: "It is true that the fruit is gone, but there is a fruit tree, five thousand gold coins."

"Five thousand, this is not acceptable, Caiyun, this is too expensive, you should make it cheaper."

Five thousand gold coins is really not a big number for Mo Keke right now. But to buy a fruit tree for five thousand, her brain must have been kicked by a donkey.

However, this time, Aunt Zhang's consolation did not take effect. After a while, Caiyun also sighed softly, with red eyes and said: "Aunt Zhang, it's not that being a junior doesn't give you face, it's just that my man is still dying on the hospital bed. The ointment seller, who speaks and keeps silent is five Qian, I really can’t do anything.”

Bitter drama?

Mo Keke's heart moved, but she knew that she was soft-hearted, and she didn't want to listen too much, so she asked, "What fruit tree?"

"Five thousand gold coins."

As soon as she heard that Mo Keke was in urgent need of an inquiry, Caiyun hurriedly made an offer as if she had grasped the last straw.

Unfortunately, Mo Keke cared more about the varieties of fruit trees, so he had to be patient and asked again: "What kind of tree? What kind of fruit does it produce?"

"Five thousand, only five thousand."

Hearing this, Mo Keke rolled his eyes helplessly, and said, "I know five thousand, so I have to see the goods, right?"

As he said that, Mo Keke wanted to slap himself a big slap in the face, and said to himself: Mo Keke, you are really careless, five thousand, five thousand, you dare to look at the goods, you are really inflated.

(The canteen here specifically refers to the canteen stalls leased by private parties.)