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Jingtian was a little surprised. How did Wang Lian know that he wanted to draw a talisman?
"I've heard that talismans are made of yellow paper and cinnabar." Seeing Jingtian's surprised look, Wang Lian explained with a slight smile.
"I see, you guessed it right, I just want to draw the talisman." Jingtian also smiled and nodded.
"Sir, you will definitely succeed." Wang Lian said with certainty.
"You really have confidence in me. I'm not even 100% sure." Jingtian smiled.
"No matter what you want to do, sir, you can't do it. I firmly believe this." Wang Lian said seriously.
"Haha, if someone else said this, I would definitely say he was flattering me." Jingtian laughed, feeling more and more that he liked Wang Lian's words too much.
Wang Lian smiled slightly again, not thinking there was anything wrong with what she said.
"But I thought about it, I'm afraid it's not easy to find the things that my husband needs now." Wang Lian changed the subject.
"Yeah, I guess no one will collect such things now, and they will just throw them away if they encounter them." Jingtian nodded and smiled bitterly.
"This thing can't be paid back or exchanged for food now. It's like a waste."
The two drove along and soon approached the central area of ??the city, where there were more shops.
Sedum and Wang Lian, the most central area, have both been here once.
Niu Jiang¡¯s auction house is in this area. Wang Lian and Xia Xiao also had very unpleasant things happen to Niu Jiang¡¯s woman here.
The two of them found a spacious place to park the car, and began to wander around various shops, with the main target being the grocery stores.
The items in the sundries store here are very messy, and they are all daily necessities collected from various places.
There are also some paper books, but the brushes are easier to find, and the wolf-hair brushes are still needed.
But the yellow paper and cinnabar were not found.
It took half an hour to browse all the nearby grocery stores, but still couldn't find it.
Jingtian was helpless and finally contacted Niu Jiang through his consciousness.
Now Niu Jiang has secretly joined forces with Tong Lin and others.
In addition to being the reason for Sedum's enslavement, Niu Jiang was also frightened by the magic and power of Sedum.
As soon as he received Sedum¡¯s conscious call, Niu Jiang quickly responded respectfully: ¡°Master, what are your orders?¡±
Niu Jiang used to be such an arrogant and arrogant existence, and his strength was no worse than that of deputy leaders like Meng Shenji and Li Anyan.
But in front of Sedum, I can only grovel.
"It's no big deal. I want to ask you where I can get yellow paper and cinnabar." Jingtian said directly.
"Yellow paper and cinnabar? This I've never heard of such things anywhere." Niu Jing heard Jingtian's request and said after a moment of confusion.
Jingtian frowned. In such a big city, could it be that he really couldn¡¯t find the materials he needed?
"By the way, Master, I can ask someone to go to the big market to look for it. Maybe it can be found there." Niu Jiang felt Sedum's disappointment and suddenly thought of a place.
"What is the big market?"
This was the first time Jingtian heard about it, and Wang Lian didn¡¯t even know about it.
Niu Jiang quickly explained to Jingtian.
It turns out that Beijing has a large population, and it is obviously impossible for some shops to meet everyone's needs.
The main reason is that some ordinary people do not have the ability to enter shops at all, but they will have what they need as long as they live. When there is no good stuff, they will collect some sundries, set up a stall in a place, and then share the goods with other people in need. Barter.
Of course, if there is gold or points to buy, they will naturally sell it, but basically no one who goes to that kind of place will buy it with money.
There are five such large markets in Beijing.
After Jingtian learned about it, he did not reject Niu Jiang¡¯s approach, but he decided to take a look himself.
¡° Then we drove with Wang Lian, following the route guided by Niu Jiang, to the nearest large market.
Niu Jiang pointed out that the large market in Jingtian was less than three kilometers away from here, and it was still on Lu Ziyuan's territory.
"But Jingtian doesn't mind. If he is lucky, he would really like to meet Lu Ziyuan by chance.
A moment later, the Ares arrived at its destination, which was a former high-end factory area.
Surrounded by residential areas, the factory compound has become a freeIn the changing market, some office buildings and factories were naturally used as residences by some ordinary survivors.
Parking at the door, Jingtian and the two got out of the car and saw the bustling crowd in the courtyard.
There are people at the door paying attention to the two 'big shots' driving over.
Wang Lian wears a leather jacket as always, and Sedum also wears beach pants and a white T-shirt that have remained unchanged for thousands of years.
Although the surrounding residents are reasonably well-dressed, most of them are a little unkempt, and some have dirt on their faces.
The most important thing is skin color.
Sedum and Wang Lian have fair and clean skin.
And the people here all have red and black faces, which is the result of being exposed to the scorching sun frequently outside.
80% of the residents here are ordinary people, and the few people with abilities are also low-level.
Those with low-level abilities have weak combat capabilities and no talent for promotion, and eventually become ordinary people.
However, ordinary people can live a slightly better life, because they have a certain ability to go out to collect supplies or do other things.
Not far from the door, you enter the trading area.
There is no one to manage it, and the stalls are very random here and there.
There were sounds of bargaining, cursing and fighting everywhere.
After Jingtian and the two merged into the crowd, there was no big reaction unless those who were close to them looked at them in surprise.
The things on the stalls are really diverse, ranging from needles and threads to large refrigerators and color TVs. You can see everything you need to live at home here.
As for whether anyone can use these things, I really don¡¯t know.
??????????? However, there are actually some food, seasonings and the like on a few stalls.
And stalls like this are owned by low-level ability users, and ordinary survivors would not dare to provoke them even if they were jealous.
"It seems that the food shortage here is still very serious."
Wang Lian glanced at the rare grain stall and whispered to Jingtian.
"With a large number of people and no output, if we only rely on collecting what was left before, there will definitely be more and more shortages. Otherwise, there would not have been people like Xia Xiao Xingtian and others who went out to gather small strongholds everywhere, just to let them Send food and supplies to the capital city as tribute." Jingtian said.
¡°Thank you for having me, sir, otherwise I don¡¯t know what will happen to human beings in the future.¡± Wang Lian nodded and said with a hint of emotion.
¡°Obviously in Wang Lian¡¯s heart, Sedum¡¯s ability is equivalent to that of the savior.
"Don't think that I am so great. Even without my ability, there is still food export from the south. Although it will cost a lot, it will gradually allow everyone to eat." Jingtian Weiwei He shook his head.
Now that the clone has arrived in the south, he has some understanding of the situation there.
We already know from Jiang Da and Rongqing that the crops in the south are about to mature.
Maybe the north won¡¯t get much at first, but that doesn¡¯t mean it will last forever. As long as you persist for a while, I believe it will definitely spread.
The two of them were chatting in low voices while searching among the stalls.
A moment later, when the two of them were gradually disappointed, a soft and weak female voice suddenly came from behind the two of them.
"Sir, is that you?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com